Reborn not to be a beast of burden, I set the rules.

Finally, there is a "Website Filing Information Authenticity Verification Form" in duplicate, signed and stamped by both parties.

Old Wang handed him one of the documents: "The information has been submitted. You'll receive an email notification in about twenty working days. Contact me anytime if you encounter any problems."

Ye Ming folded the verification form and put it in his bag.

Stepping out of the server room, the sunlight was a bit too bright.

He glanced at the time; it was almost three o'clock.

Upon returning to school, Ye Ming went straight to the Computer Lab.

I pushed open the door, and the sound of keyboards clattering filled the air.

Li Yue and Zhang Yuan were both there, discussing something in front of the screen.

"Oh, you're back?" Li Yue looked up at him.

Ye Ming nodded: "Yes, it's done."

He put down his laptop bag and sat down next to him. "The server is rented, and the personal ICP filing has been submitted. Manager Wang said that 30M dedicated bandwidth is enough to support 10 daily active users, and it can be upgraded later when the traffic increases."

Li Yue laughed: "Great, you've done your homework very thoroughly."

Zhang Yuan glanced back, said nothing, and went back to coding.

Ye Ming opened his notebook and began filling in the event database.

The sound of keyboards clicking filled the air, occasionally interspersed with a few words of discussion.

As evening fell, Zhang Yuan closed his laptop and glanced back at Ye Ming.

"Can you understand it?"

Ye Ming shook his head: "I only half understand."

Zhang Yuan laughed: "That's normal. From now on, I'll tell you half an hour before we finish work each day."

Li Yue nodded, "I can also explain front-end development. You can follow along and ask questions if you don't understand."

Ye Ming felt a warmth in his heart and nodded.

It was almost six o'clock when I finished the lesson.

Ye Ming stood up: "Senior, let's go have a meal together. The server issue is settled today, and you've taught me so much, so it's my treat."

Li Yue smiled and waved her hand, "No need to be so polite."

Ye Ming insisted, "Of course, let's go."

Zhang Yuan didn't refuse; he closed his laptop and got up.

The three of them went to a small restaurant near the school, ordered a few dishes, and chatted while they ate.

Li Yue then inquired about the server's status, and Zhang Yuan offered a few technical suggestions.

After finishing their meal, it was almost seven o'clock. Ye Ming parted ways with Li Yue and Zhang Yuan at the school gate and walked back to their dormitory alone.

The streetlights on campus had just come on, and there weren't many people on the road. He walked slowly, his mind still on the key points Zhang Yuan had just mentioned.

A dozen minutes later, he pushed open the door to dormitory 204.

The dormitory was quiet. Chen Mo hadn't returned yet, and Zhou Lei and Lin Hao's beds were empty.

He sat down at his desk, took out his phone, and glanced at it.

Several missed calls and QQ messages were sent by Ruan Xing.

"Ye Ming! Ye Ming! I met an amazing startup team in Shanghai who's partnering with Groupon from the US!"

"They say group buying is the future trend; Groupon was founded last year, and its user base exploded to 180 million in just one year!"

"Pay a 5,000 yuan landing fee to become a founding member and even get shares!"

"Do you think it's a reliable option? Should we submit it?"

The last message was sent at 4 PM.

He glanced at the time: 7:15.

Here we go, the starting point where Xiao Ruan was deceived in her previous life.

He dialed Ruan Xing's number.

The call was answered after the second ring.

"Ye Ming!" Ruan Xing's voice burst from the receiver, "You finally called back! I've been waiting for your news all afternoon. They were short on time, so I submitted it first!"

Ye Ming remained silent for two seconds.

"Did you pay?"

"Yes! Five thousand yuan, no more, no less. Their office is really impressive, in an office building in Pudong, they have all the business licenses and stuff!" Ruan Xing said enthusiastically. "And they said they'll charge another operating fee later, about two or three thousand, but it can all be exchanged for shares."

"Try calling the police," Ye Ming interrupted her.

Ruan Xing was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Things that sound too good to be true are usually suspicious," Ye Ming said calmly. "Try calling the police."

Ruan Xing was silent for a few seconds, her tone hesitant: "Call the police? Surely not… They seem legitimate, they even have a business license… And I've already paid…"

Everything that needed to be said has been said. Whether she listens or not is up to her.

Ye Ming didn't try to persuade him any further.

He paused, then added, "Remember, if they try to take you out for drinks or social events, don't go. If you feel something's wrong, call me anytime."

Ruan Xing hummed in response, but it was unclear whether she had taken it to heart.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Ming leaned back in his chair.

That's all I have to say; whether she listens or not is up to her. But if something really happens, I have to go.

He recalled the first day of school when Zhou Lei and Lin Hao insisted on wearing their military training uniforms shirtless, and Chen Mo followed suit. As a result, the three of them were dragged out by the instructors and made to stand as punishment.

I tried to persuade them, but I couldn't.

Later, Chen Mo told him: "Some pitfalls, you have to step into them yourself to know how painful they are."

The same applies to Ruan Xing's case.

Ye Ming leaned back in his chair, his phone screen going dark.

Ruan Xing's excited voice still seemed to echo in my ears.

But that wasn't what he was thinking about.

Group buying.

One of the biggest opportunities in the transition from the traditional internet to the mobile internet. I've done research on this in my past life writing novels; I know it all too well.

2010 was the inaugural year of group buying. Over a thousand companies sprang up overnight. Everygroup, Lashou, and Nuomi all emerged that year.

2011 was even crazier, with over 5,000 companies, and Google was burning through cash everywhere. Lashou received 160 million yuan, and Dianping received 100 million yuan.

And then what? A wave of bankruptcies occurred in 2012, and by 2013 only more than two hundred companies remained.

In the end, only two companies survived.

The problem is, he has no money right now.

Even if the game is made and sold, the initial profit will only be a little over a million.

Without capital, without on-the-ground promotion, and without merchant resources, how can we compete with others?

The opportunity is right in front of us, but the ticket is too expensive.

"I only regret that I don't have enough money."

But he quickly regained his composure.

There's no use rushing; take it slow.

Let's focus on making the game first. Once we've taken this step steadily, we can think about other things later.

For the next two days, Ye Ming's life was like a clockwork mechanism.

I spent my days in the server room filling in the event database, and I accumulated more than 200 entries in two days, with good quality.

In the evening, Li Yue and Zhang Yuan took turns giving him lessons on how to set up the front-end, how to build the back-end environment, how to connect interfaces, and how to connect to the database.

Zhang Yuan didn't say much when talking about the backend, but every sentence he uttered was to the point.

Li Yue explains front-end development in much more detail, breaking down a layout into several steps.

Ye Ming took careful notes and reviewed them in his dormitory that evening.

As technology advances day by day, I feel more and more at ease.

What he didn't know was that someone had quietly come to the computer room entrance in the past two days.

On the afternoon of October 3, Shen Zhiyi stood outside the computer room of the Computer Association and peeked inside through the crack in the door.

Ye Ming was facing the screen, his brows slightly furrowed, his fingertips tapping something on the keyboard.

Li Yue and Zhang Yuan were also there, and all three of them were very focused.

She stood there for a few seconds, stared at Ye Ming through the glass for a while, then turned and left without pushing the door open.

She came again on the afternoon of October 4th.

This time the door was ajar, and the sound of a keyboard clattering could be heard from inside.

She saw Ye Ming sitting in the corner, head down, writing and drawing in his notebook.

She wanted to go in, but her feet felt like they were nailed to the ground.

There were other people inside.

She bit her lip, but ultimately left quietly.

I came twice, but neither time did I get in.

Only the wind knows she was here.

The wind slipped in through the crack in the door, brushed against Ye Ming's hair, and then quietly slipped away.