Chapter 67

Looking at the screen of the smart contract phone he had bought, Jin Hyuntae felt a complex mix of emotions at this moment: excitement, confusion, and a hint of secret joy. ⊙

After a thorough search, he finally confirmed one thing: in this parallel universe, there was no MSN, no Tencent QQ, and no IT company or related software or website from any country had created these two things.

What is this!

This is an opportunity!

At least, Jin Hyuntae saw it as an opportunity.

If he could seize this chance and develop QQ, it might shine brightly in this universe as well.

He couldn't be unaware of how massive QQ had become in his previous life.

It was precisely because he knew this that he was so excited.

Compared to Facebook, QQ had a wider range of applications and was more readily accepted by people, after all, QQ was more convenient to use, wasn't it?

As a user of QQ in his previous life, Jin Hyuntae could even directly create a perfect version of the QQ program and launch it in this universe.

Of course, Jin Hyuntae, who knew the process of QQ's growth, also knew that in the early stages, he would need to invest a large amount of money to provide a free trial period for users, which was also the 'stickiness' period.

This was a very important process, and it was absolutely necessary.

He needed to cultivate a habit among users, a habit of using QQ.

But where would he get such a large sum of money?

This was a headache.

He thought he was rich now, but it turned out his wealth was still far from enough.

Considering that the population base in this universe was ten times that of his previous life, this meant that the number of internet users would not be small.

At the same time, there were no restrictions or blockades between the networks of different countries, so once QQ was launched, the user base would rapidly expand, and the cost of buying servers alone would be enough to give Jin Hyuntae a headache.

And it wasn't just buying servers; he would also need to hire people to maintain them, right?

In addition to these, there would be other departmental employees, right?

All of these required a large investment of funds.

Jin Hyuntae thought about it in his heart, and the free trial period would have to last at least two years.

Only such a long time could cultivate the 'habit' and 'dependence' of users.

Thinking about these issues, Jin Hyuntae's excited mood gradually calmed down.

"Ah! My wealth is still not enough to support me in doing many things," Jin Hyuntae sighed inwardly.

In fact, Jin Hyuntae was also aware that this problem was not unsolvable.

If he was open-minded, he could invest a small amount of money, launch QQ, and then wait for venture capital to come knocking.

No one would fail to see the value of QQ.

In this way, Jin Hyuntae could easily raise funds, and if it didn't work the first time, he could raise funds a second or even a third time.

However, doing so would have a drawback: the QQ he developed might not be under his control in the future and could become someone else's cash cow.

Therefore, Jin Hyuntae, who knew QQ's money-making ability, would absolutely not choose this method.

Unless he was a fool!

As a 'prophet,' how could he make such a mistake?

This was the reason why Jin Hyuntae's passion waned, and he began to be troubled by his lack of money.

Closing the mobile web page, Jin Hyuntae stood up from the sofa with a lack of interest, then silently walked upstairs to his room.

He sat down at his computer desk, opened the drawer, took out a notebook, and flipped it open. He picked up a ballpoint pen and wrote down a passage.

"I have thought of a good idea to make money, but unfortunately, I lack personal funds, and I don't want to seek venture capital. So, I have to find a way to earn as much money as possible in a short time to implement my idea. I have to do it within half a year to avoid delays." — Jin Hyuntae, October 31st, Halloween

Jin Hyuntae had a habit of writing diaries, and this diary recorded the details of his life in this universe.

Of course, in the diary, Jin Hyuntae would not reveal any critical information; he would use some alternative words and expressions to distort it. Therefore, even if the diary was seen by others, they would not discover his secrets.

The reason Jin Hyuntae wrote this matter in the diary was mainly to avoid forgetting it and losing such a good opportunity.

Jin Hyuntae was always enthusiastic about making money.

Perhaps it was because he was afraid of being poor in his previous life, or perhaps it was because he felt he had no 'roots' in this universe, so he always felt that earning more and more money would make his heart feel secure and calm.

He believed that only with sufficient wealth could he and his daughter be secure.

This thought, combined with Jin Hyuntae's personal situation, was understandable.

At this moment, Annie was still changing her daughter's clothes, preparing for the Halloween party, so Jin Hyuntae had a rare moment of leisure.

After writing in the diary and recording this important matter, Jin Hyuntae closed the diary and put it back in the drawer of the computer desk. He sat in the chair, leaned heavily against the backrest, tilted his head back, and stretched his body.

Thinking about the few drawings he had taken from Omar, Jin Hyuntae reached into his hoodie pocket, took out the drawings, and sat up straight to start looking at them.

There were not many drawings, only five, and they contained some adult content.

Before looking at them, Jin Hyuntae had a rough idea of what the content would be, so he was not surprised.

After finishing, Jin Hyuntae crumpled the drawings into a ball and threw them into the wastebasket in the corner.

Omar and Vincent's drawing skills were good, and the characters and scenery in the drawings could be given 90 points, but the content was really too inappropriate.

Jin Hyuntae had no interest in such things. After all, he was an 'adult' with a correct worldview.

"Ah! I have to help Omar and Vincent, so they don't go astray. It's not a good sign for young people to start drawing such things."

In his previous life, as someone born in New China and raised under the red flag, who had been taught to contribute to the four modernizations of the country and to become a successor, and who had the eight honors and eight disgraces deeply ingrained in his soul, he could not stand by and watch two young people go down the wrong path.

He had to pull these 'wayward' youths back onto the right path.

To be honest, in Jin Hyuntae's eyes, Omar and Vincent were just like children.

After all, Jin Hyuntae was really in his late thirties, about 20 years older than these two kids.

What? You say Jin Hyuntae looks 16?

Yes, his appearance changed to 16, but his mind couldn't be 16!

As an 'adult,' especially one with correct moral values, Jin Hyuntae's thoughts and ideas were not wrong.

As long as your worldview is not skewed and your heart is not filled with evil, you can understand Jin Hyuntae.

What!

You say you can't understand?

Well, it seems you and Omar and Vincent are on the same path.

Putting aside the QQ issue for the moment, Jin Hyuntae decided to help Omar and Vincent, to completely correct their skewed worldview and help them establish a correct outlook on life.

At the very least, he had to instill positive energy in them.

Since he had already become 'friends' with them, as someone with an adult's soul and values, he could not let them go further down the wrong path.

Hey!

Since he had the eight honors and eight disgraces ingrained in his heart.

He gave a self-deprecating laugh and picked up some leftover drawing paper from the fairy tale illustrations he had done recently and placed it in front of him.

"What's good about drawing such things? It's better to draw Spider-Man."

Jin Hyuntae muttered to himself as he picked up the drawing pen and began to sketch Spider-Man on the blank paper.

This universe had no Marvel, so there were no various superhero comics.

Characters like Spider-Man, Iron Man, Hulk, Superman, Thor, and others did not exist in this world.

Although Jin Hyuntae knew this, he did not choose to enter the comic industry and make money by drawing comics.

After all, compared to pirated novels, drawing comics was not as profitable.

Now, he was only doing this for Omar and Vincent, trying to 'create' something to pull these two young people, who were on the path to becoming adult artists, back onto the right path.

Whether it would succeed, Jin Hyuntae had not considered yet. He just wanted to give Omar and Vincent a chance, a chance to walk the right path.

Whether they would succeed in the end was up to them.

At least Jin Hyuntae could say he had fulfilled his duty as a 'friend' and had not 'corrupted' them.

Jin Hyuntae's drawing skills were good, and a vivid Spider-Man character quickly took shape on the paper.

Standing, spraying webs, jumping, running, walking—various dynamic Spider-Man images were all drawn by him.

After putting down the pen, Jin Hyuntae admired his work and nodded with satisfaction.

"Tomorrow, I'll show you this drawing. I hope it can convince you two lost lambs. After all, I am a person with a conscience and a sense of morality, and I don't want to see you two young people go further and further down the wrong path."

At this moment, Jin Hyuntae felt that he had become 'tall, great, and correct.'

But in reality, the main reason Jin Hyuntae did this was because he felt it was embarrassing to draw such things with two young kids.

Others might not say anything, but he couldn't get over the mental barrier.

It was ugly!

So, to spend his high school years with Omar and Vincent, he thought it was better to suggest they draw something more normal.

Yes, creating a Spider-Man series of comics as high school students was a good choice.

At this moment, Jin Hyuntae was not thinking too far ahead, just helping new friends, whom he saw as young people who had gone astray.

As for what the future would bring, he really didn't know.

"Daddy!"

Just as he put down the pen, Jin Hyuntae heard his daughter's voice.

Following the sound, he saw his daughter, now dressed as a pirate captain, with a plastic short sword at her waist and a black eye patch with a skull pattern, standing at the door.

Annie, on the other hand, had changed into a white linen shirt, a brown leather vest, black coarse cloth pants, and brown leather boots, with a blue floral headscarf, dressed in a style reminiscent of a 17th or 18th-century sailor, smiling at him.