"You are dead!" Peng Shengli cast a sympathetic look at Ding Ming, and then left silently.

Ding Ming took a deep breath and bit his scalp and walked out.

What Zhang Chaoyang said at the signing ceremony was agreed by Ding Ming, and he knew there would be such a day sooner or later.

Ding Ming originally wanted to get a fake certificate and go back to fool around, but his father called and asked several times about the graduation time, and he said that he would take a group of friends to the school to attend his graduation ceremony.

It's crazy, so I just break it down in advance and count the ball.

It's just that his father is unreasonable at home, and the psychological shadow he has left on Ding Ming since childhood is too great. Ding Ming didn't dare to call back on his own initiative, using too busy work as an excuse to comfort himself.

Sogou had no security, and the girl at the front desk couldn't stop it. Ding Daguo's fat body rolled directly into the back room.

The door slammed open, and the two rows of salesmen with phones in hand turned their heads instantly and stared at the angry Ding Daguo.

"Hush!"

Just as Ding Daguo wanted to speak, several telemarketers motioned for him to be quiet.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Ding Daguo apologized, and gently exited, closing the door easily.

The girl at the front desk caught up, and the weak asked: "Are you really Ding's father?"

"Didn't our two look alike?" Ding Daguo asked rhetorically.

"It looks alike," the girl at the front desk said.

Ding Daguo scanned the surroundings and finally saw the "General Manager's Office" sign. He pointed to that side and asked, "Is Ding Ming inside?"

The girl at the front desk subconsciously said, "Ah, um, yes. Ms. Ding, I'll make coffee for you."

Peng Shengli walked over and shook hands with Ding Daguo: "Hello, uncle, I am Peng Shengli, we have seen it before."

"Hello, hello, are you working here too?" Ding Daguo asked with a smile.

"I'm the head of the advertising sales department," Peng Shengli pointed towards the inside. "Uncle, Ding Ming is inside, and his legs are so scared that they dare not come out."

"Ha ha ha." Ding Daguo smiled.

As soon as the office door was closed, some voices could be faintly heard outside the door:

"Dad, you are here."

"If I don't come, when are you going to pretend to be?"

"I didn't pretend, but I was too busy recently to call you."

"Recently busy, so what were you doing last year? Every year when school starts, you still send your transcripts back, even the mailing address and postmark are clear..."

"Dad, shut the door tightly, let's talk slowly if we have something to do."

"Little bastard, I used to invite all my friends to let you study Fudan University. It took more than 20,000 to get you a place at your own expense. Do you dare to drop out of school for Laozi..."

"Oh, don't fight! I am the boss of the company anyway, save me some face...Ah, don't fight!"

"I can't kill you!"

"I'll fight back again!"

"There is a kind of don't run!"

"I'm stupid if I don't run!"

"..."

Except for the employees who are doing telemarketing, everyone else ran to eavesdrop, and each of them suffocated their cheeks with their smiles.

The Chinese version of Bill Gates is really extraordinary!

After a while inside, it calmed down, as if the father and son were tired from the fight and were taking a break.

Peng Shengli found that there was no excitement to watch, so he straightened his face and shouted to the employees: "What are you watching? Go back to their respective posts!"

"Hahahaha!" The employees laughed.

This is the case for high-tech companies in the entrepreneurial period. Everyone is young and the atmosphere is lively and cheerful. To put it bluntly, it is not big or small.

I don’t know how long it took, Ding Daguo smiled and walked to the open office, clapped his hands and said, "Hello everyone, I am Ding Ming’s father Ding Daguo. Thank you for your help and support to my son. What will he do in the future? Okay, please friends. Tonight, if it does not affect work, I invite everyone to have a meal. Choose any place to eat, and you don't need to save me money!"

"Long live Mrs. Ding!"

The employees shouted in unison.

"Ahem," Ding Ming followed behind his father, "Well, everyone works hard, what should I do, I will accompany my dad to Sohu next door."

Ding Jiaye and the two were very kind, smiled and ran to Sohu next door to stop by.

At the moment Ding Ming was about to go out, the girl at the front desk finally couldn't help but shout: "Ms. Ding!"

"What are you doing?" Ding Ming asked with his hands on his back coaxingly, with a growing belly.

The girl at the front desk whispered, "There is a footprint on your ass."

"Cough cough cough, it's okay." Ding Ming quickly patted the dust on his butt, and left as if to escape.

"Hahahahaha!"

There was another burst of laughter in the company, and laughed unscrupulously.

...

In May 1998, the United Nations Information Committee designated the Internet as the "fourth media."

According to international data, among the main ways for netizens to obtain information, the Internet accounts for 47.4%, and traditional media reduces to 15.7%. In other words, Internet reading in Europe and the United States has grown to the point where it can compete with traditional media.

Bill Gates attended the annual press conference this time and gave a speech during the lunch break. He talked about the development prospects of electronic media. The traditional media bigwigs wanted to tear him to pieces.

In China, the Internet is still in its infancy, and it does not even have the qualifications to be a vassal of traditional media.

It is also in this situation that Sogou is trying to launch a "blog" product.

The technical content of the blog is not high, it just burns money, after all, renting a server at this time is a lot of money.

Ding Ming invited many Internet celebrities from Sohu and Lifang to enter the blog. These people readily agreed to post previous articles in the blog after applying for the blog.

Some netizens chased them, but the effect was not good.

The number of clicks on the articles in the blog is far less than that of the forum. As time passed, Internet celebrities didn't care about it anymore. At most, after writing a new article, they copied and pasted it in the blog.

Again, the number of netizens in 1998 was too small. Only large forums and portals can show their scale, and blogs that are scattered to fragmented are not enough to read.

"I say no," Ding Ming said helplessly.

Peng Shengli was quite embarrassed and smiled bitterly: "I take it for granted. After all, there are only one million Chinese netizens. And most netizens ~lightnovelpub.net~ can only go online for a few hours a month. Time is precious. Only on large websites can time be maximized. Blogs are too scattered, and most netizens don’t have time to come in one by one."

Ding Ming picked up the phone and said, "I asked Lao Song, if it doesn't work, I shut down the blog."

The phone was connected and Ding Ming explained the situation clearly.

Song Weiyang said: "I read your blog. It's very primitive. There is nothing, even the blogger ranking system. You don't need to close it. You need to spend money to raise it. Now the number of Internet users in China is an average of six months. Doubled, and the growth rate is getting faster and faster. It is estimated that there will be nearly 10 million netizens by the end of next year. In a year or a half, blogs will be almost ready."

"Okay, it's very expensive," Ding Ming said.

Song Weiyang asked: "How is the company's performance?"

Ding Ming said: "Search engine users are growing rapidly, but search ads are not easy to receive, and businesses must be encouraged to start web pages. The cost of opening the company is only calculated by operating costs. Last month, the book loss was 1.18 million, mainly for buying businesses. My phone number is very expensive. My goal is to achieve a balance of payments by October this year, and a monthly profit of 100,000 by the end of the year."

"Then do it slowly, it's hard work," Song Weiyang said.

Ding Ming asked: "You've been so fascinating in the past two months that you said you weren't in school. Where did you go?"

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "Doing social surveys, I am from the Department of Sociology, and I have to break my leg for my graduation thesis."

"It's just an essay, just copy a piece of it to deal with it." Ding Ming said.

Song Weiyang said: "I don't dare. If 20 years later, if someone turns up the paper and falsifies it, it will be embarrassing, and you won't be able to go out and pretend to be a force."

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