An international flight took off from the airport in country r and disappeared into the clouds.

Nako Hirasawa stood outside the airport, looking up at the plane disappearing into the clouds with her little face raised, feeling a sense of loss in her heart.

"Ms. Pingze, although Mr. Jiang has returned to China, you can still contact us by phone. Besides, before Mr. Jiang left, he gave us the important task of ensuring the supply of LCD screens."

Lu Tianxiong stood aside and said.

"I'm just a little sad. I won't delay my work because of this."

Nako Hirasawa didn't turn around until the plane turned into a small black dot and could no longer be seen.

She didn't know when she would see Jiang Hua again after saying goodbye this time. Looking back on the scene when she first met Jiang Hua, everything seemed like yesterday.

Jiang Hua was sitting on the plane, flipping through a newspaper. Although his eyes fell on the newspaper, he was thinking about other things.

"Boss, are you worried about the MP3 patent lawsuit?"

Katyusha sat next to Jiang Hua, stared at him with lake-blue eyes, and asked curiously.

"No, I believe in the strength of the company's legal team."

Jiang Hua shook his head.

MP3 is the icing on the cake in his business landscape, and with the development of the times, this electronic product will be completely replaced by smartphones.

Therefore, although Sanni and Pu Jiaming regarded him as life and death enemies, he did not take these two families too seriously.

Winning or losing this battle has nothing to do with the overall situation.

What he was thinking about just now was another thing. He was wondering whether to develop chat software in advance and seize the opportunity when the Internet wave came.

"Boss, the computer newspaper you have in your hand says that the stock price of one of Sam's software companies has increased nearly a hundred times in just a few years after it went public, and its valuation exceeded 300 billion. Isn't this false?"

Katyusha glanced at the newspaper in Jiang Hua's hand, randomly found a topic, and chatted with him.

"This news is not an exaggeration, and the current stock price is not yet the peak of this company. We are witnessing the birth of a monster."

Jiang Hua glanced at the newspaper, which was a news report about Microsoft.

"Oh my God, I always thought that you, boss, were the most profitable person on this earth. I didn't expect that there was someone even more exaggerated."

Katyusha was a little dumbfounded.

She really couldn't imagine that software, a virtual product that could be seen but not touched, could actually create such an amazing myth of wealth.

This somewhat subverted her perception. In her previous perception, only the tycoons who controlled crude oil were the richest people in the world.

"The Internet era is coming, and you will see more and more people becoming rich overnight. Traditional physical industries are being challenged."

Jiang Hua narrowed his eyes and said.

If we talk about industry, the total assets he has now are quite staggering in scale.

But with the advent of the Internet age, the world's wealth will face redistribution.

In this process, many real tycoons have gradually declined, and many Internet upstarts have appeared in everyone's field of vision.

If Jiang Hua is satisfied with the status quo and continues to stand still, he is likely to be left further and further behind by the train of the times.

"Boss, no matter what happens in the future, I am determined to follow you anyway. You are the shrewdest man I have ever seen."

Katyusha is like a beautiful Persian cat, squinting her lake-blue eyes lazily and saying.

While the two were chatting, Xue Shan was like a nonexistent background, sitting upright on a chair.

After returning to Shenzhen City, Jiang Hua immediately called together several of his programmers to discuss the feasibility of developing chat software.

"Mr. Jiang, are you talking about an online chat room?"

One programmer said in an uncertain tone.

These days, the Internet is an emerging industry. These programmers from Jianghua Company were newly recruited to maintain the music website and are still in the running-in period.

"Are there any online chat rooms now?"

Jiang Hua was stunned for a moment and asked.

Before the advent of instant messaging software, online chat rooms were very popular.

"Yes, the most popular one at the moment is an online chat room called Huashan Lunjian, and Monkey is still the administrator of this chat room."

A programmer wearing black-rimmed glasses said excitedly.

The monkey he just mentioned is the nickname of another programmer. Because this guy is thin and unkempt, he looks like a sloppy horse monkey.

"You're talking about the kind of chat room with a word game function, right?"

In Jiang Hua's previous life, he had played in this kind of martial arts-style chat room.

After registering an account, users can hang in the chat room to upgrade, join a sect, practice martial arts, and even have a PK function.

Of course, these game functions are all reflected in words.

"Mr. Jiang has also played?"

The programmer became more and more excited as he talked. He didn't expect that such a big boss as Jiang Hua would actually play in such a relatively niche chat room.

"I've heard that. Turn on your computer. I want to see the Huashan Sword Chat Room you just mentioned."

Jiang Hua wanted to see if there was any difference between this most primitive and oldest chat room and the one he remembered.

"Monkey, don't be stunned, hurry up."

The programmer wearing black-rimmed glasses pushed his dazed companion.

"By the way, how many people are there in your chat room during the peak period when they are all online at the same time?"

Jiang Hua asked curiously.

"There are probably more than a thousand people. After all, renting a server is quite expensive. We are not playing this to make money, it is purely a hobby."

Monkey is the administrator of the chat room and is quite familiar with some data.

"There are too few people online at the same time. It seems that online chat rooms still have their own limitations."

Jiang Hua shook his head.

In his view, it is not unreasonable for the once popular online chat rooms to gradually decline. They are inherently limited. Compared with instant messaging software, the number of people online is not of the same order of magnitude.

"The chat room of Huashan Lunjian is considered to be relatively successful in China. There are many small chat rooms, and the number of people online at the same time is only a pitiful few dozen."

The programmer wearing black-rimmed glasses said something fair.

These days, there are not many Internet users, but more than a thousand people online is already very impressive.

At this time, a burst of music came from the computer speakers.

"Hey, the login interface also comes with its own music. It's very sophisticated."

Jiang Hua said cheerfully.

The login interface of the chat room has an antique design, and the background is the back of a knight with a sword.

"Mr. Jiang, log in with Monkey's administrator account?"

The programmer wearing black-rimmed glasses asked in a asking tone.

"No, I'll register an account myself and try it out."

Jianghua wanted to fully experience this chat room from the perspective of ordinary users.

Having just registered an account, Jiang Hua logged into the chat room with some anticipation, and a line of red subtitles appeared.

"You were killed by a brother from the Blood Knife Sect who was just awesome!"
Chapter completed!