Rebirth 02, the Celestial Being Told Me to Stop Pretending

As the car drove smoothly through the night in Beiping, Lu Chen suddenly spoke.

"Stay away from that manipulative friend of yours."

Liu Yifei was stunned for a moment.

"What green tea?"

"Like Jiang Yiyan." Lu Chen pointed to the side with his left hand.

Liu Yifei covered her mouth and chuckled: "What? She's fine, why are you saying such nasty things?"

"She's no pushover."

How did you know?

"It was in my dream. And everyone else calls me Director Lu, but she calls me President Lu."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yifei became interested and sat up straight, moving closer to Lu Chen.

"What else was in your dream? Tell me quickly. I didn't have a chance to ask you last time."

"How could I remember things from my dreams so clearly?"

"Then tell me what happened to me afterwards?"

"Huh? Didn't I tell you that you became a haggard old woman and nobody wanted you anymore?"

Liu Yifei was furious and reached out to slap him on the shoulder.

"I'm driving, stop fooling around."

"Then tell me quickly."

Lu Chen thought for a while and then tidied his words.

"It is something I can only long for but never reach."

Liu Yifei paused for a moment without saying anything, then looked down and fiddled with the seatbelt.

After a while, he muttered softly, "Then you'll be there now."

"What?"

"Never mind if you didn't hear it."

The car was parked in front of Liu Yifei's villa.

Lu Chen turned off the engine and turned to look at her.

"arrive."

Liu Yifei didn't move.

"I don't want to move, I want to sleep."

"Liu Yifei, stop being a liar and hurry home."

Urged on by Lu Chen, Liu Yifei reluctantly unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Drive slowly."

"Um."

"Then I'm leaving."

Lu Chen smiled at her.

"it is good."

"Good night."

"Good night."

Liu Yifei pushed open the car door, walked into the yard, took two steps, looked back once more, and then turned and went inside.

Lu Chen rolled down the car window, lit a cigarette, watched Liu Yifei disappear from sight, and drove away.

Nine o'clock the next morning.

Lu Chen held a product meeting at the company.

Lu Chen, Lu Jianguo, Li Lu, and the technical team attended the meeting.

Lu Chen stood in front of the whiteboard and drew a simple architecture diagram.

Personal space, comment interaction, article subscription.

Three lines, three arrows, all pointing to the same circle.

The circle contains two words: fans.

"Isn't this just BlogChina?" A young man wearing glasses in the tech team raised his hand.

His name is Chen Ming. He graduated from the Computer Science Department of Beihang University. He wrote Java for two years and dares to ask anything.

"no the same."

Lu Chen drew two more circles next to the original circle, writing "BlogChina" and "BlogCN" on them respectively.

BlogChina primarily targets elite opinion forums. Their slogan is "Five minutes a day to fuel your thinking."

After giving his assessment: "Too serious."

BlogCN primarily targets grassroots users. They gained popularity through "Mu Zimei," which was somewhat sensationalist.

"Taye".

"We'll take the third path."

Lu Chen wrote two words in the third circle: "Celebrity".

Chen Ming raised her hand again: "Celebrities write blogs? What do they write about?"

"Anything is fine. Send a photo, write a couple of sentences, or even just a punctuation mark."

"What's so interesting about that?"

"You may not watch it, but the fans love to." Lu Chen put down the marker.

"When a celebrity posts a selfie, fans will look at it countless times. The comments section will be flooded with thousands of replies. They don't need to create content; they themselves are the content."

Seeing Chen Ming's puzzled expression, Lu Chen asked him, "Do you have a favorite celebrity?"

Chen Ming said a name somewhat shyly, "Fairy Sister, Liu Yifei."

Lu Chen wasn't surprised, after all, she was probably the most popular young actress in the entertainment industry right now.

"Then let me ask you, if Liu Yifei posted a photo or filmed a video, would you watch it? Would you want to comment?"

Ultimately, when will these people finally understand the true value of Liu Yifei's unparalleled talent in the Chinese entertainment industry?

Chen Ming fell silent.

"To put it bluntly," Lu Chen tapped the whiteboard behind him.

"Fans idolize celebrities like they're in a romantic relationship; they think even the celebrity's farts smell sweet."

"And we provide a platform for those fans, which in turn attracts ordinary users."

"We can only make money once we have a large enough user base."

What Lu Chen didn't mention most importantly is that, in the era of universal self-media, mastering blogs now and microblogs to be developed in the future is equivalent to mastering the mouthpiece of public opinion.

Besides influential official media, Weibo is the largest hub for public opinion.

"Make a note of this: once our platform has enough users and traffic, please have the official team launch a blog."

"Will the authorities get involved too?" Some people found it hard to believe, after all, they hadn't experienced the era of social media.

"Of course not if we only have a few hundred thousand or a few million users, but what if we had tens of millions or even hundreds of millions?"

In its previous life, Weibo reached a peak of 5.6 million users; I don't remember the number of blog users.

Everyone now wore thoughtful expressions.

"Mr. Lu."

Chen Ming pushed up his glasses.

"What if a celebrity posted a... rather revealing photo?"

"Then the server will need to be expanded," Lu Chen interjected without looking up.

The whole place burst into laughter.

It's not surprising, really. Celebrities attract attention, that's one thing, but the suggestive nature of the situation is another.

After all, sex is the primary driving force, and to motivate the majority of male comrades, some initial stimulation is necessary.

But it didn't work later on.

Lu Jianguo sat in the corner, listening intently.

He had a notebook open in front of him, on which were drawn architecture diagrams, database sharding and table partitioning, caching layer design, and load balancing schemes.

"dad."

Lu Jianguo raised his head.

"Can the blog's architecture support one million concurrent users?"

"We can hold on." Lu Jianguo glanced at the notes in his notebook.

"We designed it for five million users. It features read/write separation, tiered hot and cold data, and separate caching for frequently accessed content. Since traffic to celebrity blogs tends to concentrate on a few pages, the cache hit rate can reach over 95%."

"Can you set a release date?"

"Two weeks."

Chen Ming whirled around, his glasses nearly falling off: "Two weeks?!"

"Is there a problem?"

Not only was Chen Ming surprised, but even Lu Chen was somewhat surprised by his cheap father's abilities.

I thought that after I provided the architecture and design direction, it would take at least a month before it could be put into online testing.

"President Lu," Chen Ming swallowed, "the normal development cycle is at least two months."

"That's normal." Lu Jianguo pushed the architecture diagram to the center of the table. "What's not normal for us."

Chen Ming looked at the architecture diagram, then took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with his sleeve, and put them back on.

"Mr. Lu, what did you do before?"

"They sell building materials."

"..."

"Oh, right," Lu Jianguo suddenly said, "what's our blog called?"

Some suggested calling it "Coordinate System Blog", some suggested "Coordinate Space", and some suggested "Star Blog".

Lu Chen remained silent.

Once the murmurs subsided, she picked up a marker and wrote two words.

"blog."

The meeting room fell silent.

"Just those two words?" Chen Ming asked.

"right."

Why?

"Our product is blogs. When users mention blogs, they only think of our product. We are the benchmark in the industry."