I suggest you investigate; this person doesn't seem to be a first-time reborn individual.

"What chat tools do you all use now in 2010? I bet everyone has QQ."

Some people in the audience nodded in agreement.

"QQ is great, I've been using it since I was a kid, but I have a question."

"QQ has been around for twelve years. What has it changed in those twelve years?"

No one answered.

Lin Ran counted on his fingers: "It added QQ Space, QQ Show, QQ Membership, and all sorts of other features. The functions are increasing, and the interface is becoming more and more complicated. It's a bunch of fancy stuff, but the core chat function..."

He spread his hands: "Twelve years have passed, and nothing has changed."

Some people nodded thoughtfully.

"There are still over 5000 million illiterate people in our country, and countless others who cannot type or find it inconvenient to type. Don't they have any other way to communicate besides the telephone?"

"Yes, brothers, yes." (A second time.)

Have you ever imagined a day when you open your phone, don't need to type, just press a button, say a sentence, and the other person can hear your voice?

A chat interface appeared on the big screen. It was very simple, without any colorful decorations or flashing member icons. There was only an input box, a plus sign, and a microphone.

Lin Ran clicked the microphone icon on the input bar, and a long button appeared. He raised his phone and said into the microphone, "Hello, this is Lin Ran." Then he released the button.

The phone on the large screen received a blank message, followed by a sound icon and a countdown timer.

Clicking on the message brings up a voice from the speakers.

"Hello, I'm Lin Ran."

The entire place was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Someone's mouth dropped open.

Someone stared blankly at the screen.

Some people have already started scribbling furiously in their notebooks.

"In our view, sound is more emotionally resonant than words most of the time."

"This is the first feature." Lin Ran put his phone back in his pocket.

"The second function."

The large screen switches to the phone's contacts interface.

Have you ever noticed that the most troublesome thing about QQ is that you have to know someone's QQ number before you can add them?

Lin Ran shrugged: "But who the hell can remember someone else's QQ number?"

Laughter broke out again.

"But what do you have stored in your phones? Contacts. Hundreds of names, hundreds of phone numbers. These are all people around you: relatives, friends, classmates, colleagues, the noodle shop owner downstairs, the delivery guy..."

A line of text appeared on the big screen:

[One-click import]

"Open Cloud Messenger, tap once, and add anyone in your contacts who's using Cloud Messenger. No need to enter numbers, no verification. This is how you should chat with people you know."

People started whispering among themselves.

The third feature: privacy protection.

"Yunxin will not have a read receipt function. Also, Yunxin's Moments, which is the personal activity display interface, does not have a visitor record like other products. Otherwise, every visit could feel like being monitored, and we do not want to add social pressure to everyone."

"Most importantly, Yunxin adheres to the 'three no' principles: no spying, no scanning, and no background activity. Today, standing on the 360 ​​press conference stage, we dare to make this promise."

"Unlike some of our competitors, we don't not only spy on user privacy, but also use our monopoly position to steal startups' ideas, copying and pasting anything good we find."

The target being implied is quite obvious.

"Finally, I want to say that you can copy Momo's features, and you can copy Yunxin's features. No matter what I say, you will all copy it in the end."

"A message for my competitors."

"I really want to destroy your production site."

Thank you everyone!

Lin Ran stood on the stage, bowed slightly amidst applause, turned and stepped back, his figure gradually disappearing into the shadows at the edge of the stage.

Some people below whispered among themselves: "What does Mr. Lin mean by 'destroying the production site'?"

The other person looked blank: "I don't know either."

Someone in the back row leaned over and explained in a low voice, "Don't you guys understand? It means destroy their production site and fuck their mothers."

The two were stunned for a moment before they suddenly realized what was going on.

"Damn, young people talk so elegantly..."

……

Backstage, Xia Chan watched helplessly as Lin Ran stepped off the stage amidst applause, his figure disappearing from the spotlight and reappearing in the darkness.

She quickly went to greet him: "Boss!"

Lin Ran's high spirits hadn't faded yet, but Xia Chan noticed a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Xia Chan looked at him with admiration, but also with a hint of worry: "Boss, weren't you afraid of the negative impact of your outburst on stage?"

Lin Ran glanced at her while unbuttoning his suit jacket, and said matter-of-factly, "We're all outsiders, so I'm just speaking my mind."

Summer Cicada: "..."

That makes some sense, but not much.

Lin Ran ignored her, focusing only on stuffing things into her bag: a coat, a phone, a charger...

"Xia Chan, Ye Li, don't just stand there, quickly pack your things and let's go."

Ye Li, just recovering from her excitement, paused for a moment and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Go back to Jiangning. I just scolded so many people. The capital is no longer safe."

Lin Ran thought to himself that it was fortunate that the press conference wasn't broadcast live; otherwise, it would probably be several more hours before the whole country knew about it.

Xia Chan and Ye Li exchanged a glance and immediately set off, hurriedly packing up.

Tang Chen stood to the side, staring blankly at the scene: "Boss, what about me?"

Lin Ran turned to look at him, as if he had just remembered that there was such a person.

"You? Aren't you supposed to stay in the capital for a few more days? Don't worry, Zhuge Zhuangshi is here for you. You can call him if anything happens."

Tang Chen's expression became even more subtle: "Boss, now that you mention it, I feel even more unsafe. What could possibly require Zhuge Zhuangshi's intervention? Isn't this a business war? We can't expect someone to actually come and beat me up, can we?"

Lin Ran stopped packing her things, looked up at Tang Chen, and remained silent for a second.

"Uh... have you heard about Boss Zhou beating up Li from Baidu?"

Tang Chen's face turned pale: "Ugh... Boss, can I go back too?"

Lin Ran had already slung his bag over his shoulder and was about to leave: "No, you'd better stay in the capital for a few more days."

However, she patted Tang Chen on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, even if they get beaten up, they'll come after me. I'm just drawing their fire for you."

Xia Chan and Ye Li followed behind, the three of them walking hurriedly, and disappeared at the end of the corridor in the blink of an eye.

Tang Chen watched Lin Ran and his group disappear into the distance, and could still faintly hear something like, "If you hit him, you can't hit us anymore..."

Tang Chen: "..."

He stood in the empty backstage area, his heart finally dead.

After the press conference, many people were unable to sleep that night.