I am not Ximen Qing.

Amazon has profoundly impacted China's internet e-commerce ecosystem. A number of e-commerce giants and unicorns have emerged, and the traditional business model of large supermarkets has become outdated. Internet e-commerce giants have dealt a devastating blow to the traditional business model of large supermarkets, and merchants in large supermarkets are no longer doing business as they did in the prosperous era of the past.

Previously, there was no concept of fear. As long as you worked hard, even with fierce competition among merchants, the daily gains were substantial. However, problems arose, and conflicts emerged. Internal conflicts between merchants were easily resolved, but the competitive influence from external e-commerce giants was profound. Customers had more and more choices, and profits were getting lower and lower. In fact, customers knew more about market prices than merchants. The residual value of commodities in the circulation process was decreasing, and the industry barriers were getting lower and lower, exacerbating the brutality of competition. On the contrary, merchants within large supermarkets began to engage in vicious competition. In fact, what merchants were facing was a true information war, a war that was integrated into all aspects of the world, including algorithms, big data, capital, and internet genes. Not to mention the traditional business models of large supermarket merchants, even traditional business models, including Walmart, Carrefour, and traditional chain supermarket giants, were facing a reshuffling and innovation to adapt to the commercial competition impact brought about by the internet revolution in the face of emerging e-commerce giants.

Traditional business models have been rendered obsolete. The once dominant seller's market has vanished, replaced by a buyer's market. Internet technology has changed all these rules. In the grand scheme of things, the concept of an ecosystem has emerged. In the traditional era, it was the era of large distributors and retailers. Ordinary small businesses at least had the opportunity to be pawns in the distribution chain at its bottom. In the internet age, even being a pawn no longer has that chance. The internet's underlying artificial intelligence algorithms, computing power, and big data, along with Superpowers, have propelled Nvidia to the forefront. Intel and AMD have suddenly found themselves outdated. Fairchild Semiconductor's exit and the arrival of the quantum computing era were all aspirations and dreams. However, Google and Apple have changed everything, truly bringing the internet to mobile devices. The grand model of internet dominance is beginning to emerge. Google and Apple's foresight and innovation in changing the world are irreversible. All business models must fundamentally overturn their past limitations. Perhaps this is the tipping point for humanity's transition to AI civilization.

In reality, small businesses have already been eliminated. The business ecosystem is being reshaped, and everything is based on innovative models. The truth is cruel; there are no chances of transformation. The internet is becoming increasingly sophisticated, imbued with ideas and culture, and seemingly omnipotent. The internet is devouring everything! Those on the outside don't understand the pain of being deeply involved. Just thinking about all sorts of trivial matters every day drains away the little energy they have left. When they try to calm down and read a book for a while, they drift off to sleep, their dreams filled with thoughts of daily income, end-of-month salaries, huge rent expenses, stockpiled inventory, and price drops. To satisfy their conscience, they greet business clients with a forced smile every day, occasionally even treating big clients to meals. Only after a hearty meal and under the influence of alcohol do they engage in utopian discussions about the future. It's quite boring; what else can they say? Prolonged periods in this state numb the mind and body, leading to a state of numbing existence. There's practically no time for buying or selling; the art of occupying vast space and time is devoid of art, existing only as a higher form of existence. Psychological resilience is key. They don't understand the principles of the universe and nature, nor the principles of business. Their hearts are consumed by greed, becoming slaves to life. Instead, the only moments of joy for their weary bodies are spent in wine and meat. Song Yu finally broke free from Zhang Sheng's lifestyle. His parents realized the best gift they could give him wasn't money, but education. His degree—a degree from a top university—saved him. His alumni network was exceptionally high-level; he could easily find good positions. Leaving Jiang Tao and Wei Hua's startup company allowed him to rise from the ashes like a phoenix.

Jinghua, along with the company's Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, Tieshan (a combination of literary and martial arts), and others, went to a teahouse in a park near Songyu Company. Like heroes from the Three Kingdoms period, they discussed heroes over wine, offering their opinions and pouring out their grievances. After returning from Samsung, Jinghua became the manager of the mobile payment and financial sector, facing immense pressure. However, his direction was correct. Mobile payment and mobile finance seemed like impossible dreams to Zhang Sheng. This is the result of not standing on a mountaintop and looking into the distance; vision and direction absolutely determine one's future destiny. At this point, the difference in their future destinies had already begun. Rather than saying he enjoyed listening to music during the long nights, it was more accurate to say it was a way of escaping reality.

Finally, he was riding high, spending his days interacting with playwrights, unknown singers, and musicians. He was never idle, and more importantly, he met all sorts of ambitious people and dreamers every day.

Near the Yonghe Temple, there are all sorts of small shops selling Buddhist supplies, a dazzling array. Zhang Sheng occasionally comes here to buy some Buddhist scriptures, paying 25 yuan for a ticket. He enters the former residence of Emperor Yongzheng during his time as a prince. This prince's mansion has now become a sacred site of Tibetan Buddhism, with fierce competition for the first incense offering each year. His biggest gain was buying a complete set of Buddhist scriptures, which brought him a moment of peace, but he quickly returned to his hedonistic lifestyle. He walked along the road near the Imperial College, through a hutong, where he met Song Yu in a charming little bar! It was bustling with young men and women, handsome young men and beautiful young women. Song Yu and he sat at a small table near the counter. Two pretty young ladies were also drinking cocktails. There was a drum set and an electric bass, and the lead singer was wearing a small leather jacket with a long silver chain hanging from his waistband, which matched his leather pants quite well. The lead singer was singing rock and roll with all his might!

"He writes all his own songs, isn't that great?"

"It sounds nice,"

"Just this one sentence makes everything sound good."

"Dude, you have the guts to talk to these two?"

"Stop talking nonsense,"

"Do you think they came here to listen to music?"

Why not listen to music?

"Looking for a boy!"

"I need to have a few drinks,"

"That won't do. You have to be sober. You can't act crazy while drunk, like last time when you were trying to pick up girls at the volcano. You got thrown out."

"Who told you that?"

"Who else?"

Chen Guangyuan

"You still remember him?"

"It's been a long time since we last met, but he'll still go after any woman."

"That's because you've never been beaten up. Be careful, these two might have men with them, you'd be even less likely to do it."

"Stop joking, bottoms up!"

"Drink less, don't cause trouble again,"

"I won't make a scene, I absolutely won't."

"No, I don't believe it. You'd get all muddled after just a little drink. But I'm worried you've lost even this basic quality."

On stage, guitars, basses, and drums played rhythmic melodies. Zhang Sheng listened to the songs, to the passionate, fiery, and thunderous rhapsodies. While listening to the music, he secretly observed the diverse personalities of the young men and women who came to listen to the music. This place was unlike a disco; the girls were quite reserved, listening quietly. Occasionally, when they were deeply moved, they would clap, tap their feet to the beat, shake their heads, and sway their flowing hair. Their perfumes were quite strong. In Beijing, too many men and women choose to stay up all night, as if they don't have to worry about work or the future. They live for the moment, without having to consider the need to work hard to earn money for survival. Perhaps they were born with a huge fortune inherited from their ancestors, born to enjoy life to the fullest and seek solace in life. A petite girl kept watching the chubby boy playing the drums. She had fallen in love with him; the adoration in her eyes was palpable, a gaze that would certainly make any man jealous. Sometime later, Song Yu started chatting with her.

"Oh, I really like that boy who plays the drums,"

She spoke to Song Yu without any hesitation, her frankness surprising Zhang Sheng. This quiet, reserved girl was directly expressing her thoughts. As she spoke, she watched the singer passionately and energetically pounding the drums, the clatter of the drums mingling with the guitar, bass, and vocals. The bassist beside her coordinated with the singer's movements, somewhat reminiscent of the interaction between Jackson and his bassist at a concert. Their dream of becoming superstars was being released amidst the applause of the fans.

Do you come every day?

"No, I have to attend their shows, but I need to sleep during the day."

"is it?"

"Of course, he's so handsome! Especially when he's wearing a baseball cap and playing the drums, he looks so cool!"

"Then why don't you take the initiative to pursue her?"

I'm scared.

"What are you afraid of?"

I'm afraid he'll reject me.

"Did you prepare these lilies for him?"

"Yes, I want to dedicate it to him after tonight,"

"I know the lead singer, he's a friend of mine, and the drummer is his underling."

"Little brother? That's great! I'm really looking forward to it. Could you put in a good word for me later and ask if I could have a few drinks with him?"

"There's definitely no problem."

Zhang Sheng sighed inwardly. When would he ever get to receive flowers from a girl? It seemed that singing and drumming would bring him endless romantic encounters. The girls were so romantic. That girl's eyes were filled with deep affection, that kind of unrequited love. Zhang Sheng might never experience that in his lifetime. Late at night, in the small music bar, amidst the chattering and romantic atmosphere, the two girls sitting at the next table were both fans of the lead singer. Elegant and virtuous, it seemed that girls all admired the prince charming in music.

The lead singer of "Dude, you're here!" has a pair of big buck teeth, a long face, thinning hair, and is about 1.85 meters tall. His straightforwardness and ruggedness as a Shandong man mask his ugliness. The music makes people feel a pure transcendence. Even a devilish appearance is an angel in the eyes of beautiful women. The two girls are like little girls, laughing and having fun, very excited because their idol is right next to them.

"This is my buddy, let's get to know each other, bro."

"Hello, Brother Tie, your singing is just like a god of song!"

"Not at all, don't be so polite."

"May I offer you a drink?"

"Yes..." Old Tie raised the bottle and drank it all in one gulp.

"Brother Tie, help us out here..." The two girls revealed their fair shoulders.

"This, I'm a little... is this the place?" Lao Tie didn't expect that the two virtuous female fans would actually let him sign their autographs on their beautiful shoulders.

“Use this red pen that won’t fade this week,” one of the girls said, pulling a colored pen from her bag. Old Tie, panting, wrote two large characters in an artistic style on the two girls’ snow-white shoulders: “Old Tie.”

"You're finally ours! Can we sing together tonight? No, we'd like to hear you play a guitar serenade just for us."

"What bad luck, my wife's picking me up soon." My buddy's henpecked, maybe his female sugar daddy is an artist.

"Now we..." The girl knew her idol was already embarrassed, looking quite awkward.

"Sit down, come on, let's have a few drinks together,"

“Great, we’ve all made up our minds,”

"I made up my mind, signed my name here, and after a week of making that wish, it's finally come true! We can finally get a good night's sleep. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Yes, that's right, we have no other desires. We've just been searching for this feeling, that feeling of being close yet distant,"

Zhang Sheng is now an outsider, a mere buddy. Surrounded by fans on both sides, this only amplifies his manly charm—beautiful women throwing themselves at him, so proactive and enthusiastic, the contrast is stark. Thinking about it, if I could even sing a beautiful song in a relationship, I wouldn't face so many setbacks. The chubby young man, wearing a baseball cap, is having a sweet chat with his admirer, a quiet young woman.

If so many girls are chasing after someone who plays the drums, imagine how many girls would be after someone who plays the piano!