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

Chapter 907 The Song of the Working Class

A concert themed around Journey to the West ignited public opinion on Douyin, with comments and shares flooding the internet and quickly spreading to major platforms.

Bilibili launched the free replay at lightning speed, instantly topping the trending list. Hashtags such as #CyberBuddhistScripture#, #NewVersionCloudPalaceSound#, and #MonkeyKingReturns2UrgingUpdates# blazed like wildfire on the hot search list.

The number of reads on topics related to Journey to the West has increased exponentially, sparking a nationwide wave of nostalgia. The media has defined it as a "victory of sentiment" and praised the amazing vitality of classic culture in the Internet age.

At the same time, this event has caused a huge social impact. It is not just a concert, but a release of the collective sentiments of a generation and the highest tribute to classic works of art and their creators.

For a time, "Black Myth: Wukong" and "Monkey King: Hero Is Back 2" were urged by countless netizens to update, forcing the heads of the two companies, Feng Ji and Tian Xiaopeng, to respond through their official Weibo accounts: the former announced that it would be launched in August, while the latter pushed the time directly to 2020.

This surge of enthusiasm was completely unexpected by Chen Mo, the instigator.

Originally, I just wanted to help Mr. Xu fulfill his wish and then casually do some advertising at the end, but I didn't expect the power of sentiment to be so strong.

Even the number of views for the 86 CCTV version of "Journey to the West" on CCTV's website surged dramatically, almost causing the platform to crash.

This also reminded Chen Mo of the revenue from the "Legend" and "Miracle" series IPs in the company's annual report—although not as high as top overseas mobile games like "Glory World," the monthly revenue of hundreds of millions is still quite considerable.

No wonder Blizzard keeps rehashing old content year after year, with StarCraft, Warcraft, Diablo Remastered, and various classic versions of Warcraft constantly being released.
If freshly cooked food is unpalatable and no one will buy it, then reheat leftovers; after all, plenty of people will still enjoy it.

However, Chen Mo didn't have time to continue reminiscing, because the company's annual meeting was just around the corner.

He was tasked with leading his executive team to prepare the show, but even as the chairman, he didn't know what the final performance would be...

A while ago, Xu Peixin mysteriously asked for his clothes and shoe size.

I asked him then, "Isn't it just a performance? Why do you need custom-made clothes?"
The other party left with only a malicious smile, which gave Chen Mo a vague sense of foreboding.

He felt as if he had dug a hole for himself, but he was the one who gave the order and demanded secrecy.

Oh well, let them be. Let's just enjoy the festive atmosphere of the New Year.

So what if I let myself run naked?
February 2nd is not the day of the Dragon Raising its Head, as it is the Gregorian calendar date.

Beijing, the Bird's Nest.

The Other Shore Annual Meeting, hailed as the "Spring Festival Gala of the Internet industry," is currently underway.

This year, the popular "vote-based star-studded concert" format will continue.

There was a small incident in the middle. Because Wu Bai was so engrossed in directing the audience during the performance, he didn't notice that the elevator behind him had already descended. He almost fell headfirst while backing up, but fortunately, the staff quickly grabbed his heels and prevented him from following in Beyond's footsteps.

This scene still caused gasps from the audience, but fortunately, the veteran artist's professionalism was still excellent, and he was not disturbed at all. He just stopped giving random instructions and started singing obediently.
Unlike previous years, the proportion of celebrities has decreased this year, and more programs are presented after being voluntarily signed up by employees of the company.

After all, the group has more than 100,000 employees, so even if only one in ten thousand is selected, they can still put on a good show.

She can sing about the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and the chubby girl on stage hit the final high note with her true voice, which is quite reminiscent of Han Hong.

Dancing is also a mixed bag, with traditional street dances competing against each other, drawing wave after wave of applause from the audience.

The variety of skits and crosstalk performances is endless;

There were even table tennis exhibition matches, featuring 360-degree loops, behind-the-back shots, serpentine topspins, and zero-shot techniques.
Because it's a performance, the two performers work together in a flamboyant and comedic style, even incorporating elements of Sichuan opera's face-changing technique.
Chen Mo and a group of executives in the audience watched with great interest, their hands clapping until they were red.

Chen Mo, in particular, was amazed by the talent of his employees and thought to himself: It's only because of the stage limitations that these guys could bring traditional intangible cultural heritage like "Iron Flower" to the stage and let everyone see it.

These programs show that the employees of Bi'an have a very rich and colorful life outside of work.

The announcer revealed that the performers came from various departments and positions—for example, the one who just played ping-pong was an engineer from Wang Jian's cloud computing department. Judging by his skill level, he must spend a lot of time "challenging the old men" in the park after get off work.

This made Chen Mo very gratified. Who says young people can't have hobbies? With money and free time, it's the perfect age to enjoy life outside of work.

If you don't seize the time while you're young, do you really want to wait until you're old and your arms and legs are too weak?
Well, not entirely. He sees young people on the subway in online pictures looking listless, but the elderly are all very energetic and more vibrant than the young people. Otherwise, where would they get the energy to dive and crash into trees?

The program included lucky draws and team awards, which, as always, brought joy to some and sorrow to others.

Each draw is accompanied by sighs of disappointment, but amidst the disappointment, it also ignites greater hope—meaning that the grand prize may still belong to them.

Li Min, who was in the crowd, had become a department manager in the WeChat business unit after a few years, but she still couldn't forget the grand prize on stage.

This year's grand prize is a Porsche 911 sports car.

This isn't some free right to use the car for a certain number of years. If you don't have a driver's license and don't want the car, you can choose the equivalent cash payment. This is millions of dollars in real money.

He heard this year that the grand prize at Sina's annual meeting was a two-year usage right of a Mini Cooper.

Although a company with annual revenue of several billion yuan cannot compare to the other side, it has a car worth 30 yuan, and there is only one of them. Why not just give it away?

There's no one else who's so stingy.

As for 9/11, Li Min's current salary isn't enough to afford it, but who wouldn't like to get one for free by sheer luck?
Every year the sun shines brightly, which makes Li Min see the rows of Porsche 911s, all worth over a million yuan, parked on one side of the stage. In her eyes, they are even more attractive than beautiful women.

Damn it, when will I win the lottery? I'll quit my job right now!
Li Min made a resolution in her heart.
Just then, the melody of "My Future Is Not a Dream" began to play on stage...

Near the end, Li Min initially thought it was an inspirational chorus that the group wanted to boost its value, but as she listened, she realized the lyrics were wrong.

Looking at the subtitles on the screen again, he couldn't help but exclaim "Ah!"
What is this? Lower value?
"A life of staying at one's post and working overtime."
We should break our silence when faced with injustice.
I am Jack Ma, not Jack Ma. I worked myself to the bone for years, but I didn't earn much money and ended up with headaches and insomnia. I felt my health was deteriorating year by year.
I work diligently, while my boss is surrounded by women.
They never clean up the mess, never stop bragging, and never take the blame—they're all just a bunch of incompetent PowerPoint writers.

Suddenly, the screen switched to the audience—Chen Mo and a group of executives were laughing so hard they were doubled over.

As the camera zoomed in, Chen Mo realized he was in the frame, immediately raised both hands, gave a thumbs-up, and shouted out two words.

Perhaps 99% of people don't understand lip reading, but everyone understood what he was saying:

"Awesome!"

"My future is not a dream, but the sky given to me by the other shore. I cherish every minute on that other shore."

Finally, the song title appeared:

"The Song of the Working Class"

(End of this chapter)