Chapter 0239 Change

In a sense, Wang Zhen could be classified as a homebody according to later standards. This type of creature is very peculiar; they appear to be easygoing and not prone to anger.

But that doesn't mean he has no temper. Simply put, the things that trigger a homebody are strange. Even if you point at his nose and call him useless, saying he contributes nothing to society, no matter how harsh the words, he won't get angry.

Or rather, such people are completely immersed in their own world. Even if they know something well, they won't say it because they truly find it troublesome.

But if a homebody seriously sets his mind to something, the result can be terrifying.

It's simple: someone who knows how to avoid trouble often organizes things with a clarity that is frightening.

Zhao Fusheng had just told Wang Zhen to get the website up as soon as possible, and that very night Wang Zhen didn't sleep in the dorm. The next morning, while everyone else was still dreaming and Zhao Fusheng himself was groggy-eyed, Wang Zhen pulled him out of bed.

Looking at Wang Zhen's bloodshot eyes, Zhao Fusheng blinked and blurted out, "Bro, you didn't sleep all night, did you?"

Wang Zhen nodded: "I'm fine. Take a look at this."

With that, he handed Zhao Fusheng a thick stack of manuscript paper. Zhao Fusheng took it and glanced at it, then froze.

Because it was a proposal, or rather, a complete proposal for a virtual community, with detailed divisions of various projects within the community.

After all, they were advertising design majors. Both Wang Zhen and Zhao Fusheng were familiar with this kind of work.

But Zhao Fusheng never expected that Wang Zhen had stayed up all night to write this proposal, even thinking through every detail thoroughly.

"You're awesome!" Zhao Fusheng looked at Wang Zhen's tired face and gave him a thumbs up: "This will definitely work, I guarantee it."

Wang Zhen let out a long breath, shook his head, and his joints crackled as he said, "I'm hungry. Are you coming for breakfast?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Wait for me, it's my treat."

By then, Tan Kaixuan and Wen Yu had woken up too. With the two of them chatting like that, it was impossible to sleep. Although they didn't know why Wang Zhen looked as tired as if he had constipation, they heard Zhao Fusheng was treating for breakfast and cheerfully got up to join.

After washing up, the four of them headed to the cafeteria together.

Since it was morning and not a weekend, the cafeteria was quite crowded, with over a hundred people coming and going. Wang Zhen accidentally bumped into someone coming the other way while carrying his breakfast. The porridge in that person's bowl spilled out and landed on his shoes.

Before Wang Zhen could apologize, the man roared, "Fuck your mother, are you blind!"

Zhao Fusheng and the others' faces changed, and they stood up abruptly. At that moment, Wang Zhen stood there stunned and blurted out, "Reflect!"

……

……

The man was tall, probably a sports student, but after a long silence, he looked at Wang Zhen with a complicated expression, seemed to want to say something but stopped, and finally said helplessly, "Forget it, watch your step next time."

An adult, you curse him, and he responds with 'reflect'...

This kind of person, you can't afford to mess with.

When Wang Zhen walked back, he found that the expressions on Wen Yu and Tan Kaixuan's faces were indescribably amusing, and even Zhao Fusheng looked quite conflicted.

"Forget it, just laugh if you want to." Wang Zhen sighed and said helplessly.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

The three could no longer hold back, slapping the table and laughing wildly. The scene just now was just too funny, like something out of a comedy movie.

"Old Wang, you're unbeatable, really, I'm in awe, I'm in awe of you." Tan Kaixuan patted Wang Zhen on the shoulder and said, "I was about to charge over, but then you said 'reflect,' and that guy didn't know what to say..."

"Yeah, that move was too ruthless, truly awesome!" Wen Yu was also full of smiles.

Wang Zhen sighed: "I was going to curse back, but then I thought, after all, I was in the wrong first, and besides, I'm about to start a business. It's not worth getting into a fight with a student."

"Huh?"

Wen Yu and Tan Kaixuan were stunned, looking at Wang Zhen in surprise. Clearly, Wang Zhen's last sentence was completely unexpected to them.

Sometimes, a person can mature in just a shift of thought, sometimes even in just one night.

Even Zhao Fusheng hadn't expected Wang Zhen to have such thoughts.

"Alright, let's eat. We still have class after this." Wang Zhen lowered his head and silently began his breakfast.

The others exchanged glances and said nothing more. Heaven and earth may be vast, but eating comes first.

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Mandela said: If the sky is dark, then survive by groping in the dark; if making a sound is dangerous, then keep silent. If you feel powerless to shine, then curl up in a corner. Do not defend the darkness just because you are used to it; do not be proud of your own complacency; do not mock those who are braver and more passionate than yourself.

We may be humble as dust, but we must not be twisted as maggots.

With a heart that loves the world, yet facing the sunlight every day—this was roughly the beautiful wish in Zhao Fusheng's mind.

Wang Zhen's change surprised everyone, and his drive made Zhao Fusheng realize that perhaps, because of love, his roommate had burst forth with a different kind of brilliance that he had never seen in his previous life.

"What do you think would be a suitable name for the website?"

Sitting in the rented house, Wang Zhen asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment: "My Home."

"My Home?" Wang Zhen pondered, then nodded: "It's meaningful. I believe many people will like it."

"You need to get the server set up as soon as possible," Zhao Fusheng said to Wang Zhen. "If you need help, I can come. I don't have much to do lately anyway."

"No need, I can handle it myself," Wang Zhen said with a smile. "You've invested so much money; if I still let you run around for me, wouldn't that make me too useless?"

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Alright, it's up to you. I won't interfere. If you need anything from me, just say so."

Some say there are three things in life you shouldn't do: play mahjong with your mother-in-law—if you lose, you lose; if you win, you still lose. Sleep with a woman who has too many thoughts—you have your thoughts, she has hers; be careful she doesn't outthink you.

And also, start a company with your best friend. Friendship is about selfless dedication and help; a company is about interests and selfishness. The two conflict.

So Zhao Fusheng wouldn't interfere with how Wang Zhen did things; he only needed to draw a line for Wang Zhen.

Simply put, Zhao Fusheng invested this money in Wang Zhen and let him use the ad space on the navigation page, all with the goal of getting this virtual community called MyHome online in the shortest time possible.

As for how long it would take to see results, in Zhao Fusheng's view, it wouldn't take too long.

Because the netizens of this era were truly too empty, lonely, and bored. As long as they were given even a spark, these people would burst forth with unimaginable energy.

Things like blogs and microblogs were products of this kind of energy burst.

And the virtual community was the first step.

Wang Zhen looked at Zhao Fusheng and hesitated: "Do you really trust me that much?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "To be honest, there aren't many people I can trust without reservation when doing business. You happen to be one of them. So I believe you can definitely do this well."

This was the truth. In his previous life, the few of them in the dorm hadn't let their different life circumstances weaken their friendship. When one was in trouble, they always contributed money or effort.

Zhao Fusheng didn't have many friends he could trust in this life, but Wen Yu, Wang Zhen, and Tan Kaixuan were undoubtedly among them.

"Alright, don't worry. I know what to do." He lowered his head and was silent for over ten seconds. When Wang Zhen looked up again, his expression was calm, showing no sign that just moments ago, when he had lowered his head, he had even wanted to cry.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled. He remembered in his previous life, in 2008, when he was down on his luck, disheartened and unwilling to work, he went to where Wang Zhen worked and spent every day playing cards on his computer for over ten hours. But he was terrible at it, with no strategy, so he often cursed while playing.

At that time, Wang Zhen wasn't married yet. Every day after work, he would bring back takeout, and the two of them would sit in his rented house, eating takeout and watching TV. Sometimes they watched sports, sometimes, well, they still watched sports...

Of course, they occasionally argued, because the ball game was different in size, and everyone had different tastes. Zhao Fusheng liked a player named Li Caitan, while Wang Zhen preferred another named Yin Xuexi.

But fortunately, they had a common interest—that person was Teacher Cang.

The greatest benefit of memory is that even if a long time has passed, even if years and space have been traversed, people still remember every thing that happened to them. Those memories are like sandcastles in our minds—though eroded by time, they still remain.

About joy and laughter, about blue seas and skies—in the previous life, Zhao Fusheng passed through everyone's world; in this life, they meet again.

"Old Wang, believe me, we will definitely succeed."

Looking at Wang Zhen, Zhao Fusheng spoke slowly, his tone filled with unprecedented confidence.

Hearing his words, Wang Zhen was first stunned, then grinned, laughing honestly: "I know. I believe you."

Just like back then.