Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

But the existence of challenges does not mean they cannot be overcome.

"Just tell me, can this project be implemented?" Zhou Qi went straight to the point.

Lei Jun pondered for a moment on the other end of the phone: "It can be done."

After receiving a positive response, Zhou Qi raised two fingers: "Two core indicators - the software size must be controlled within 20MB, and the system stability must meet military-grade standards."

The technical backbones present all understood.

This seemingly simple requirement is the real difficulty in research and development.

Lei Jun's breathing became noticeably heavier: "Mr. Zhou, the team will complete this project with the same attitude as building a spacecraft."

After the call ended, Cao Qinquan, who had been listening, couldn't help but ask: "Brother Qi, the communication module will definitely become a hit if it is launched alone, why limit it to the office system?"

Zhou Qi looked at the flashing neon lights of Zhongguancun outside the window.

He knows better than anyone the trillion-dollar potential of the instant messaging market.

But at this moment he could only respond while twirling his pen: "It's not time to uncover the pot yet. Let it exist as the capillaries of the office system."

Cao Qinquan scratched his messy hair.

As one of the earliest geeks to come into contact with the Internet, he witnessed firsthand how OICQ, the predecessor of QQ, changed university life.

"But that's like putting a Ferrari engine on a tractor!"

He pointed to the OA system interface being tested and said: "It can obviously create a blue ocean market independently."

Zhou Qi's eyes swept across the millennium calendar on the wall.

At this moment in the dormitory of Shenzhen ** University, a Chaoshan boy wearing glasses may be writing a Chinese version of ICQ.

The butterfly effect of historical trajectory quickly played out in his mind.

“Do you know why Windows comes with a built-in drawing tool?”

He suddenly asked back: "When basic functions become the nerve endings of the ecosystem, their value will increase exponentially."

Looking at Cao Qinquan's expression of enlightenment, Zhou Qi locked the research and development documents in the safe.

Those creative ideas from the future can only lie dormant in modular form now, just like keeping a tiger in a garden - they must maintain their wildness, but their claws cannot be exposed too early.

"Will such a layout affect the healthy development of the domestic Internet ecosystem?"

Cao Qinquan stroked his chin and fell into deep thought, while Zhou Qi had already come to the conclusion through the sand table simulation.

For Jingshan Group, the red ocean market of instant messaging is like sending the army to fight a naval battle - they both look like battlefields, but they are actually completely different dimensions.

Instead of wasting strategic resources on non-core battlefields, it is better to concentrate firepower on deepening commercial application areas and firmly grasp the initiative.

Looking at the flashing electronic screen in the securities trading hall outside the window, Zhou Qi's fingers tapped out a steady rhythm on the desk.

Naturally, more suitable players will join the Internet infrastructure, portals and even social tracks.

The rules of the game in the capital market have never been to engage in head-on confrontations, but to accurately grasp the opportunity and quietly make moves in value gaps.

When the valuation bubble fades, those undervalued high-quality assets will eventually become part of your pocket.

"Go to the securities sales department and open a special trading account for me."

Zhou Qi suddenly changed the subject, his dark brown pupils reflecting the flickering candlestick chart on the computer screen.

At that time, the mainland stock market was still in the over-the-counter trading era. Although a few foresighted people had begun to use computer terminals, the annual system service fees of thousands of yuan created a natural barrier.

This detail made Cao Qinquan even more confused, but he didn't know that this was the key to a new battlefield.

In the children's area on the third floor of Chengnan Home Furnishing Plaza, Lin Ruixue gently stroked the edge of the height-adjustable study table.

Although her daughter Nuonuo is ahead in her studies, the slightly hunched back she suffers from when she works at her desk is always a concern for her.

The shopping guide was demonstrating the ergonomic design: "This desktop can be tilted 15 degrees and is equipped with an intelligent lighting system that can automatically adjust the color temperature according to the ambient light."

Security consultant Rose, who was not far away, kept a distance of three steps, and her eyes behind her sunglasses scanned every customer who tried to approach.

While other children were playing around their glowing pencil cases, Nono was quietly testing the smoothness of the drawer slides - this precocious seven-year-old girl was more interested in functional design than fancy decorations.

Under the warm yellow spotlight, the figures of three generations of women form a delicate balance:

Grandma focuses on comparing product parameters, mother cares about the user experience, and the guardian in the dark weaves an invisible safety net.

The piano version of "Für Alice" flows between the shelves, concealing the swordplay of the business war world and blurring the boundary between capital and humanity.

Nuonuo lay on Lin Ruixue's shoulder, her big grape-like eyes blinking at the stuffed toys on the shelf.

Suddenly, the little body stiffened, and the little hand that was clutching the mother's collar trembled slightly.

Rose was leaning against a pillar five meters away, her slender figure wrapped in a metallic silver-gray windbreaker, her hair hanging in a low ponytail covering half of her face, and the rose gold lighter turning between her fingers drew a cold arc under the light.

"Woo." The baby's sobbing sound with a milky smell woke up the three people who were choosing furniture.

Lin Ruixue hurriedly patted her daughter on the back: "Xiaomei, relax. It was the same thing last time at the children's park. You stared at the carousel as if you were disassembling a gun."

Rose put away her lighter in astonishment, showing a rare look of embarrassment: "I clearly..."

She awkwardly pulled the corners of her mouth to try to smile, but the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye made the smile seem murderous.

Nuo Nuo's sobbing suddenly escalated into wailing, scaring away the sparrows on the sycamore tree outside the window.

Han Juan tapped the price tag with her fingernails: "A solid wood table worth three thousand six hundred is equivalent to the harvest of three acres of land in my hometown."

Seeing her daughter was about to speak, she picked up her bag and walked towards the mattress area: "It might be a good idea to replace your dad's palm mattress, so that he won't always complain that the new bed is as soft as sinking into a cotton field."

The floor-to-ceiling mirror at the corner suddenly reflected two frozen figures.

The man in the camel-colored cashmere coat tightly grasped the wrist of the woman next to him. The pupils behind his gold-rimmed glasses trembled violently, and a broken voice came out of his throat: "Rui...Xue?"

Lin Ruixue suddenly felt a tingling sensation on the back of her neck, and her sixth sense made her turn her head to look to the right.

The man leaning against the display cabinet was staring at her with burning eyes. There were spots of white paint on his khaki overalls and a bulging leather clutch under his arm.

"Ms. Lin! Is it really you?"

The man patted his thigh and walked forward quickly. The cigarette between his fingers almost burned the salesperson. "When we met in the steel plant cafeteria last year, you still had a ponytail. Now your curly hair style is so fashionable!"

Lin Ruixue took a half step back without leaving a trace, her eyes sweeping across the other person's shiny forehead.

Memory is like a rusty key that can never fit into the corresponding keyhole.

From the corner of her eye, she saw her mother Han Juan still concentrating on pressing the mattress springs, while her best friend Rose had put away her previous vigilance and was looking at this outgoing man with interest.

"I'm Liu Gang!"

The man put out his cigarette butt in the potted plant and took out his phone case inlaid with rhinestones. "Aunt Wang introduced us to each other before. Have you forgotten? You were wearing a lavender sweater that day."