Rebirth 2010: I taught Mr. Lei how to make a mobile phone

Chapter 169 Goodbye 2010, Hello 2011
"Young people are young people. If I were Chen Mo, I would have joined Tencent a long time ago. With such resources and the support of leaders, there is no need to worry about not achieving great things! You still want to hang yourself on a tree. I don't know if you are really stupid or just pretending to be stupid!"

Huang Zhang snorted. Even though he seemed to be very optimistic about Chen Mo in front of the media, he actually thought that the other party was just a little brat with no hair on his face.

Chen Juhong raised his hand and said, "Well, that can't be said. Maybe they have greater ideals and look down on our small temple, Tencent."

"Editor-in-Chief Chen, you are being too modest. If Tencent is a small temple, then we can only be regarded as a well in the temple~"

Chen Juhong didn't continue to talk about this topic, "But do you have any idea who the other party is this time?"

Huang Zhang, Guo Deying and Lu Weibing shook their heads. Finally, He Zhiqiang put down his chopsticks, wiped his hands with a napkin, told them the news he had received, and gave a hint.
"Besides your old rival Tencent, who else is there?"

Chen Juhong thought for a long time. It's not that he couldn't think of one, but there were too many to think of. Finally, his eyes lit up, "Rogue Zhou?"

He Zhiqiang nodded.

Director Chen thought of the rumors that 360 and Huawei were going to jointly launch a special-purpose phone, and he had an idea in mind.

"Although Chen Mo is out, I think there are still areas where we can cooperate."

"for example?"

"For example, our new WeChat chat app can be pre-installed on everyone's mobile phone system. In return, Tencent can settle accounts based on each company's installed base, or exchange equivalent media promotion resources. Of course, this is just an intention, and the details still need to be discussed in detail."

As soon as Director Chen made the proposal, the other four companies thought about it and agreed to this suggestion of win-win cooperation. Mobile phone manufacturers plus Internet giants are a deal where the sum of one is greater than the two.

Bang! Huang Zhang opened a bottle of champagne.

"Come, celebrate the success of our cooperation, and wish everyone a happy new year in advance~"

"Happy New Year~"

Fill everyone's glasses and cheers.

For a moment, people in the box toasted each other and celebrated their victory.

February 2011, 2, Lunar New Year’s Eve
In fact, Chen Mo and Sun Ziwei hate Chinese New Year the most, because seeing the families around them reunited and enjoying the family life, they only feel lonely and have to huddle together for warmth.

Last year's Chinese New Year, the two of them spent it in a single room rented by Sun Ziwei. There was no other way. Among the rooms they rented, Chen Mo's was just a partition of about 12 or square meters, while Sun Ziwei's could at least be called a second bedroom, although it was only square meters.

It was considered spacious and bright for them at that time.

On New Year's Eve this year, Chen Mo and his grandson Ziwei simply glued a pair of Spring Festival couplets on the door frame and pasted an upside-down blessing on the door.

When we were young, we both remembered hearing some old man say, "If you turn upside down, good fortune will come to you."
Later in the day, the two of them cleaned the house themselves and then inspected their own territory in the community.

Sun Ziwei looked at these vacant houses with some regret, feeling that it was a waste, "Are we going to leave these houses empty like this?"

"Just leave it there for now, it will be useful soon?"

"Rent it out?"

"No, it can be used as a staff dormitory, right?"

"Have you found a place for the new company?"

"Xiao Lei helped me find it."

"Xiao Lei? Who is that~" Sun Ziwei was a little confused. He didn't remember that Chen Mo had a subordinate named Lei.

"Lei Jun~"

"Fuck, he's an entrepreneur after all, can you be a little more respectful? You've already resigned, haven't you? Why are you still concerned about these things when I don't even know anything about them?"

"I didn't say I couldn't be rehired after I resigned. Besides, I still have my shares. This is the information gap between employees and executives!"

"Like they're still friends with benefits even after they break up, or they're still living together even after they're divorced?"

"Oh, you understand it very well."

"Then why are you playing this trick?"

"Just continue the cooperation in a way that is beneficial to both parties!"

"Okay, then I'll quit after I get to work!"

"okay!"

"Hey wait, you said Xiaomi is going to move?" Sun Ziwei realized it later and let out a strange cry.

"Did you just react?"

"Where to move to?"

"It seems to be China Resources Wucai City, it seems to be outside the North Fifth Ring Road"

"It seems a bit far from here. Why did you go to learn how to drive? Is it a bit congested during rush hour?"

"Brother, how much money do you have in your savings now?"

"Well, I haven't calculated it carefully, but it's less than 100 million."

"Then show some billionaire generosity and buy another house next to your company!"

"That's right, why didn't I think of that? You're really smart, Jinzi!"

"Virtue, let's go~"

"What are you going for?"

"Celebrate the festival!"

In previous years, the two of them spent New Year’s Eve together, relying on each other, and this year is no exception.

But the difference this time is that before it was in an orphanage, a university dormitory, or a rental house, but today it is in a luxurious private room of Poly Club, which is known as the paradise on earth in Beijing.

The interior decoration of the private room is magnificent, with exquisite materials, and can be described as luxurious.

After careful selection, Chen Mo and his grandson Wei no longer have to rely on each other for the New Year this year, but there are many "homeless" sisters and brothers.

The private room was bustling with beautiful women, singing and dancing. After all, false prosperity is still prosperity.

Sun Ziwei over there is no longer the timid and innocent macho man he used to be. Often when the girls are halfway through telling a story, he can already continue with the rest of the story, and he is always on target, even telling his sisters about his vicissitudes of life in the past.

Chen Mo sang one song after another, such as "Love of the Boatman", "The Moon Represents My Heart", "Sailor", "Sisters Stand Up", and even "Tears Behind Bars" and "Calabash Brothers".
Various classic old songs were mixed together. The two of them were like fish in water among the flowers. After all, the combination of 2 men and 8 women is still very rich.

Chen Mo was drinking a small beer of a brand he couldn't name but which was not cheap anyway, and he was looking at the lively scene in front of him with a cold look in his eyes.

"Brother Chen, stop singing. Why don't you take a break and touch yourself for a while~" The lovely little girl on Chen Mo's right had a bit of resentment on her face.
He liked the noise so that he wouldn't feel alone.

After 8 o'clock, Chen Mo took out the microphone, "Everyone! Be quiet, come and sit down, and get ready to watch the Spring Festival Gala~"

As soon as Mr. Chen spoke, the whole place became quiet. The beauties turned into primary school students and sat in rows.

All I could hear was the unique flavor of the Spring Festival Gala coming from the luxurious speakers.

"Zhuang Radio Station~Zhuang Radio Station, dear audience friends, everyone——Happy New Year!"

For southerners, the Spring Festival Gala is a place to create an atmosphere, which means they listen to the noise while playing mahjong, playing cards, or chatting.

But for people in the north, in the early years, basically every household made dumplings while watching the Spring Festival Gala. At that time, the Internet was not well developed and there was no program list. Anyway, people knew that around 11 o'clock, it was Uncle Benshan's last appearance.

After watching Zhao Benshan, we make and eat dumplings, and when the clock strikes midnight, we go out to set off firecrackers. That’s what it means to celebrate the New Year.

Zhao Benshan's skits are often the last language program of the Spring Festival Gala. There is no other way. If they are put earlier, people will all run away after watching Zhao Benshan's skits, and the ratings will be ruined.

When Chen Mo saw the current lineup of hosts for the Spring Festival Gala, he was flooded with memories, unlike later when he couldn't remember who was who.

Just like the current traffic stars, at first glance they are all about technology and hard work, and they all look the same, unlike the past era when gods fought each other and each of them was stunningly beautiful.

It's a pity for these hosts. One of them was slandered and had to fight a lawsuit for several years before he was cleared of all charges. Unfortunately, his career was ruined.

One went abroad to give birth to a child but married a deadbeat for money, one died young, and one moved behind the scenes. Anyway, they all have their own regrets.

It's like every year you watch, you get less and less.

Chen Mo was watching memories, while the students in the private room were watching the excitement. Moreover, they all looked like the kind of kids who didn't study well. They were not honest while watching TV, and they were always touching each other and saying dirty words.

Especially when the Spring Festival Gala played the children's musical "If You Love Me, Hug Me", everyone in the private room hugged each other, and everyone was sweet and happy together~
The Spring Festival Gala programs are getting more boring every year. They're all about making dumplings and smashing them. There's nothing interesting to watch. Chen Mo just took out a stack of RMB from his bag.

"Shall we play a game?"

"Wow~ Mr. Chen is so generous~" "I love playing games the most, any game is fine~"

There was a lot of chatter all around.

"The name of the game is I ask questions and you answer them. There will be tips for those who answer first. Your big quilted jacket brother Sun will be in charge of paying you~"

"Question 1: How many steps are there to put an elephant in a refrigerator?"

A pretty girl answered quickly. Because it was a bit like an imitation show and her accent was a bit similar, she was given an extra 500 yuan allowance in addition to the 300 yuan New Year's money. This made the sisters even more enthusiastic in answering.

"Palace Jade Liquor, followed by ___"

"My cousin just kept wading along,"

"Here is an arithmetic problem. How much does a pair of crutches minus the Imperial Jade Wine plus a sledgehammer equal?"

The time and money that followed were quickly consumed by playing table games such as Visiting Three Gardens, Counting, and Who is the Lady, leaving behind a lot of laughter.

After all, you get money no matter you win or lose, and the winner gets more~~
It was almost 11 o'clock when Uncle Benshan's sketch finally started. Chen Mo pressed the pause button in the private room. Everyone watched the sketch attentively, laughing from time to time.

Chen Mo was looking back with a nostalgic mentality. After all, it was the farewell performance of the King of Sketches. Although the quality was one of the worst in the history of his Spring Festival Gala performances, it was its peak compared to the ones that came later.

From then on, there was no more sketch king in the Spring Festival Gala.

Even though the Shenma combination appeared later, it was only a short-lived phenomenon.
"10941 Happy New Year~"

The young people in the private room were laughing and making noises, saying goodbye to all their worries and enjoying the happy moment.

After 0 o'clock, everyone had some fun. Chen Mo and Sun Ziwei had a lot of fun, so after paying the bill, they shared the remaining money with the young sisters who came to support them.

Seeing Sun Ziwei hugging two girls of relatively outstanding quality, it is obvious that there is more to come.

Chen Mo smiled, and left alone amid the reluctant pleas from other young ladies.

Women can have fun anytime, but tonight he wants to be quiet!

In the early morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year in 2011, Chen Mo stood alone on the terrace of the top floor suite of the Wangfujing Hilton Hotel.

He held a cup of tea and looked at the Forbidden City in the distance. The solemn and ancient atmosphere filled his face.

While looking at the scenery with my eyes, I was summarizing the past year in my heart.

I got to know some people, including Lei Jun, Lin Bin, Liu Qin, Tong Shihao, some direct subordinates, and even met Li Yanhong, Pony Ma, Yu Dazui, and Qiu Bojun.

Some things have changed, including the change of Xiaomi's working atmosphere, the disappearance of Lei Jun's 996, the improvement of treatment of some workers at Inventec and BYD, the change of WeChat's origin, the disappearance of MIUI, and the early release of Xiaomi X1.

When I think about it, I have done some meaningful things.

I have learned some things, and my technology and management concepts are much more mature than before.

This year has been quite fruitful.

Now that I’ve left the Novice Village, I can finally let go and do something big. As the saying goes, there’s a vast world with a lot to offer!

I have not forgotten the dream of rectifying the workplace environment, so let's start from the other side.

As for chips, AI, and rockets, I only have a few hundred million now, which is probably not enough to even afford the leftovers, so I can only take it step by step.

In fact, Chen Mo had already been thinking about his own OKR (Objectives and Key Results) in his mind.

Since I have started my own business, my goal for next year is to make money and earn a lot of money in the shortest possible time.

As for making money, as the second largest shareholder of Xiaomi, the huge success of Xiaomi X1 is a foregone conclusion, and the subsequent Xiaomi X2 and Redmi should make a lot of money.

In addition, WeChat has 2 million users. What could be more profitable than mobile games in 2011?
I'll get some gold-eating beasts to scare you to death, Chen Mo thought with evil humor.

Chen Mo looked at the brightly lit night scene of the Forbidden City and the faintly visible fireworks outside the Fifth Ring Road, muttering to himself,

Goodbye 2010, hello 2011!

This year was very short. I felt like I had done a lot, but it also seemed like it had passed without me having done anything.

This year is also very long, with 169 chapters, water. Ugh, I wrote nearly 50 words
Let me save the manuscript for two days. I will give you guys a big update in two days.
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