My son is a reincarnated soul; I overheard his inner thoughts and became the richest man.

Listening to his son muttering those astronomical figures in his mind, Chen Feng remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was in turmoil.

A game called "Legend" only had a $300,000 agency fee, but it could later earn tens of billions.

Chen Feng silently memorized the keywords "Korea" and "Wemade".

He still can't come up with $300,000 right now.

But there were still two years until 2001.

In two years, with his two internet cafes and the soon-to-be-launched billing system, this money is definitely not a dream for him.

Chen Feng is determined to get his hands on this piece of fat meat!

As for that internet cafe system, since my son said it could be used as a promotional channel in the future, we must do it well.

A few days later, Zhao Kai, sporting dark circles under his eyes, excitedly ran over to report: "President Chen! It's done! The first prototype is out!"

Chen Feng doesn't understand code, but he has a "cheat code".

He went to the school to pick up his son, ostensibly to bring him to play games, but actually to act as a quality inspector.

In the dimly lit private room, Zhao Kai nervously demonstrated the rudimentary gray interface.

"Mr. Chen, as you can see, after entering the card number and clicking login, the server can see the online time..."

Chen Feng nodded while listening intently to his son's thoughts as he drank cola beside him.

【Wow, this interface is so ugly, it looks like it was made with feet.】

[And this logic has flaws. If the customer forcibly restarts the computer, wouldn't the billing process be interrupted? We'd have to add a startup screen lock and disable Task Manager.]

Also, the member database needs to be encrypted, otherwise anyone who knows what they're doing can change the balance, and Dad will go bankrupt.

[Additionally, there should be a voice prompt when checking out and disembarking; that would make it seem more sophisticated.]

After hearing this, Chen Feng's face darkened. He pointed to several places on the screen and said in a serious tone, "Xiao Zhao, this thing of yours is no good."

Zhao Kai's heart skipped a beat: "Mr. Chen... what's wrong?"

"What if the guest restarts the computer? Will this lock screen even work? And what about data security? Anyone can just modify it! Disable Task Manager! Also, add a voice announcement when they log off!"

Chen Feng unleashed all the pent-up complaints his son had been holding in, speaking with great logic and conviction.

Zhao Kai was stunned, and his gaze towards Chen Feng changed instantly.

I initially thought the boss was just a rich, uncultured guy, but I never expected him to be so tech-savvy! He even thought of details like process protection and disabling Task Manager!

"Mr. Chen! You're truly an expert! I'll change it right away! Immediately!"

Zhao Kai was completely convinced by Chen Feng, and he grabbed his computer and went to a corner to frantically type code.

Three days later, Chen Feng brought his son to inspect the property again.

This time, Chen Xiaotian looked at the system on the screen, which, although still not aesthetically pleasing, was already quite functional, and nodded in satisfaction.

[Well done, Zhao Kai's got some skills. He fixed it so quickly. This system was absolutely phenomenal in 99, a game-changer. It's more than enough.]

Since his son said it was enough, Chen Feng immediately made the decision.

"Alright, this version is fine! Install it on all machines immediately!"

Chen Feng called over Li Zhicheng and two other newly recruited network administrators, and asked Zhao Kai to teach them how to open accounts and recharge their accounts.

Meanwhile, on the third floor of the pedestrian street, seventy brand-new computers were already in place.

Including some of the machines that were moved from the old shop, a total of one hundred machines were neatly arranged, creating a spectacular scene.

Chen Feng didn't have the time to come up with a new name, so both stores were put under the same sign – "Storm Internet Cafe".

The old store is called "Laojiekou Store", and the new store is called "Pedestrian Street Flagship Store".

Now that the system is in place, a membership system is naturally on the agenda.

Early Saturday morning, Chen Feng erected large red signs with yellow lettering in front of the two stores.

The words written on it were extremely enticing:

[Membership recruitment is in full swing! Valid at both stores!]

【充100送10元！充200送30元！充500送100元！】

These days, business people are honest; where have you ever seen such a "free money" tactic?

Not long after the sign was put up, several young men with messy hair and dark circles under their eyes gathered around it.

It was the same three long-haired men who were the first to come for an overnight stay on the day Chen Feng opened his business—that is, Brother Qiang and his gang.

These men work at a jewelry factory, earn high wages, and are also heavy addicts; they are frequent patrons of Chen Feng's gang.

"Boss Chen, is what's written on this sign real or fake?"

Qiang, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, pointed at the signboard with a skeptical look. "Recharge 500 and get 100 free? That's 100 yuan!"

Chen Feng, who was sitting at the door smoking, chuckled upon hearing this: "Qiangzi, when have I ever lied to you? This is called rewarding loyal customers."

"Moreover, with a membership card, you don't have to pay cash every time. You just get an account and password, log in, and play for as long as you want. The fee is automatically deducted when you log off, which is much more convenient."

"You can also use it at the new store on the pedestrian street, where the environment is better, with all genuine leather sofas."

Qiang and his friends exchanged glances, clearly tempted.

These days, people don't really have a concept of financial management; they just spend money as soon as they have it.

"Boss!" Qiang suddenly threw down his cigarette butt, leaned closer, and asked, "What if we top up a thousand? How much will you give us as a gift?"

"one thousand?"

Chen Feng was taken aback for a moment, then looked the group of young men up and down.

Goodness, no wonder he's a high-level blue-collar worker at the jewelry factory; he's got real stuff in his pocket.

Since the investors have come knocking on our door, why would we turn them away?

Chen Feng stubbed out his cigarette, held up three fingers, and lowered his voice: "If you guys really each top up a thousand, I'll give you each three hundred!"

"three hundred?!"

Qiang Ge's eyes instantly lit up like light bulbs.

Deposit 1,000 and get 1,300 – this is like a windfall!

"Done! Boss, you wait here, we're going to get the money right now!"

These people were quick to agree, as if afraid that Chen Feng would change his mind, and they ran towards the savings bank next door.

Less than twenty minutes later, the three men came running back, panting, and slammed three thick stacks of banknotes on the counter.

"Three thousand dollars! Boss, please count it!"

Chen Feng didn't mince words. He counted out the money in front of them, and then had Zhao Kai open a VIP account for each of them in the system backend. The balance column clearly showed: 1300.00.

"All done! Here are your account and password, remember them."

Chen Feng handed them the receipt with the account number written on it. "Go ahead, just enter it into any machine and you can play. You can check your balance anytime."

Brother Qiang felt incredibly proud holding the receipt.

He sat down at a machine, entered his account information, and with a "beep," a pop-up window appeared in the lower right corner of the screen:

[Distinguished member, welcome to Storm Internet Cafe. Your balance is 1300 yuan.]

"Holy crap! This is high-class!"

"Brother Qiang, we're considered people of status now!"

Seeing the three boys' excited expressions, Chen Feng stuffed the three thousand yuan into his pocket and patted his bulging pocket.

This place just opened this morning.

How much will they collect in membership fees alone in a day?

Chen Feng turned his head to look in the direction of the newly renovated pedestrian street store, a smile appearing on his lips.

If the funds are recovered quickly enough, the third store might be on the agenda next month.