After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

Millions of private messages.

Millions of lonely, confused, and tormented souls.

In this virtual online world, they regarded Jiang Ye as a confessional, a source of spiritual sustenance, and a lighthouse guiding them through the darkness!

Jiang Ye looked at these comments and his eyes suddenly felt hot.

He always thought he was an orphan abandoned by the world.

He always thought that no one could understand his pain.

But now.

He suddenly realized that there were so many people in this world, just like him, struggling in the mud and groping in the dark.

They didn't know each other, but a video and a song created a resonance between their souls.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath, looked up at the gray sky.

The heart that had been completely cold and desolate suddenly felt a long-lost warmth.

Since there is no place for him in the real world.

Since those he once loved deeply have all chosen to push him away.

Then he will be the king of these lonely souls in this virtual world!

. . . .

Looking at the dense, heartfelt messages on the screen, Jiang Ye's heart, which had been completely cold, seemed to be infused with a faint but resilient warmth.

He suddenly realized that his journey of wandering had not been so meaningless after all.

Jiang Ye casually browsed through SKY software's official updates, wanting to learn about the platform's current situation.

However, when he clicked on an official announcement pinned to the top, his brows furrowed sharply.

[A letter to all SKY users: 3 days until service shutdown]

"Suspension of service?"

Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment, then quickly opened the announcement and read it carefully.

It turns out that the founder of SKY software is a young geek with a lot of passion.

His original intention in creating this software was to provide a pure and commercially free haven for those who feel lonely and lost in real life.

Therefore, since the software was launched, the founder has always adhered to the "three no's" principle: no GG, no vulgar marketing, and no selling user data.

This almost obsessive persistence, while accumulating a large number of highly loyal fans for SKY, also resulted in the company having no profit model whatsoever.

As the number of users surged, server maintenance costs and bandwidth expenses rose exponentially.

The founder's initial funding had long been exhausted, and he even sold his house and car to keep the software running.

However, sentimentality can't put food on the table.

Under the onslaught of capital and the harsh realities of life, SKY's financial chain completely broke down.

The company has been in arrears with its employees' salaries for three months, and the server rental fee has also reached its final deadline.

If SKY cannot find new funding within three days, it will be forced to permanently shut down its servers.

Tens of millions of lonely souls will once again lose their only spiritual home.

"Hold!"

After reading the announcement, Jiang Ye couldn't help but curse.

In this era where traffic is king and capital devours people, a fool like the founder of SKY who sticks to his original aspirations is rarer than a giant panda.

But this world is just so messed up.

Good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years.

Those low-quality software programs that skirt the edges of legality and engage in vulgar marketing are making a fortune, while these truly soulful software programs are facing bankruptcy!

Jiang Ye checked the address of SKY's headquarters.

Skillful.

On his way back to Hanju, there is a new first-tier city called "Star City".

It is less than 500 kilometers away from his current location.

Jiang Ye sneered, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Since this software has taken in so many restless souls, and since it has also taken in itself, a homeless vagrant.

Then we absolutely cannot let it die!

Is capital trying to destroy it?

Then I'll use my capital to crush all of you vampires to death!

"boom--!"

Jiang Ye twisted the accelerator sharply, and the black Kawasaki H2R roared deafeningly, like a tiger released from its cage, speeding wildly towards Xingcheng!

……

Five hours later.

In Xingcheng, High-tech Zone, in a slightly dilapidated office building.

SKY Software's headquarters are tucked away on the eighteenth floor of this building.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the company's largest conference room was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

SKY's founder, a young programmer with black-rimmed glasses, messy hair, and bloodshot eyes, sat dejectedly at one end of the conference table.

His name is Lin Yu. He is only twenty-five years old, but he has been worn down by reality and looks like a man in his thirties.

At the other end of the conference table sat three middle-aged men in suits and ties, with large bellies.

They were representatives of several local venture capital firms in Xingcheng, and Lin Yu's last hope.

However, these three so-called investors were arrogant at this moment, their eyes filled with greed and contempt.

"Mr. Lin, it's not that we don't want to help you."

One of the bald investors, leaning back in his chair, twirled a cigar in his hand and said in a sarcastic tone.

"Your software, while having a decent user base, has absolutely no monetization capabilities. You insist on not adding Google Play and not doing live-streaming e-commerce; are you suggesting we investors' money just appears out of thin air?"

"Exactly!" another fat man chimed in. "These days, what's the value of sentimentality? Can it put food on the table? Look at those short video creators, they can easily make millions a day by making a few borderline internet celebrities famous! And look at you, your company is about to go bankrupt, you can't even pay your employees' salaries, what right do you have to negotiate with us?"

Lin Yu gritted his teeth, his hands clenched into fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

He forced back his humiliation and said in a hoarse voice, "Three executives, SKY's core value lies in its user engagement and community atmosphere. As long as you are willing to invest and help us through our current difficulties, I guarantee that we will find a suitable profit model in the future..."

"Alright, alright, stop making empty promises."

The bald investor impatiently interrupted Lin Yu.

"We're not here today to listen to your stories. How about this, considering you've had a tough time, the three of us will pool our resources and give you one million."

"One million?!"

Lin Yu suddenly raised his head and looked at the bald investor in disbelief.

"One million isn't even enough to pay off the server debt! Are you trying to fob us off like beggars?!"

"Mr. Lin, don't push your luck!"

The fat man slammed his hand on the table and said fiercely.

"One million for 100% of SKY's equity, including all core code and user data! Take the money and get out of here! We'll find someone to take over the rest, sell the user data to Google, and we can easily make back the money!"

"You...you're robbing me!"

Lin Yu was so angry that he trembled all over, and his eyes were red.

He finally understood.

These vampires aren't here to invest; they're here to take advantage of the chaos!

What they're after isn't SKY's future at all, but the privacy data of those tens of millions of users!

They wanted to get SKY's core code for a very low price and then turn this software, to which he had poured all his heart and soul, into a dumping ground for money!

"Robbery? Mr. Lin, don't put it so harshly."

The bald investor sneered.

"Do you have any other choice now? The server will shut down in three days, and your crappy software will become nothing but a pile of useless code! You won't get a single penny, and you'll be saddled with a mountain of debt! I advise you to be sensible and sign the transfer agreement now!"

As he spoke, the bald investor threw a pre-prepared equity transfer agreement in front of Lin Yu like trash.

Lin Yu looked at the agreement, his eyes filled with despair.

He lost.

We lost to capital, we lost to reality.

He reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab the pen on the table.