5: Secret teaching?

Jiang Feng awkwardly rubbed his head.

Zheng Yiyun truly took great care of him.

During middle school, because the school was quite far from home, and Luo Shuwan was worried about her son living in a dormitory, Jiang Feng boarded at Zheng Yiyun's house for six years!

In his previous life, after his mother passed away and he was betrayed by Liu Ruyan,

Jiang Feng had once fallen into a state of despair, unable to find the motivation to do anything.

There was even one time when he was crossing the road, due to his dazed state, he almost got hit by a truck.

It was also Zheng Yiyun who, after learning of the situation, scolded Jiang Feng fiercely until he woke up.

Seeing his childhood embarrassing stories about to be made public, Jiang Feng quickly stopped Zheng Yiyun, who was about to open her floodgates:

“Alright, alright, Aunt Yiyun, don’t say anymore. I’m leaving now, or I won’t be able to buy fresh ingredients later.”

With that, he quickly got up and fled in a hurry.

Zheng Yiyun and Luo Shuwan exchanged smiles.

“Yiyun, this child Xiaofeng, he’s good in every way, but his mind is too simple. He stutters and dares not speak when he sees girls, and he’s a bit introverted. So I’ve always planned to teach him how to get along with girls and how not to be deceived by bad girls, but then I got sick and didn’t have time to teach him.”

Luo Shuwan sighed:

“Yiyun, I want to trouble you to teach Xiaofeng how to get along with girls, how to identify if someone is afraud (deceiver), and also about the intimate side of relationships… Xiaofeng is a pure child, he doesn’t understand any of this…”

Luo Shuwan looked at her pale hands, feeling a bit lonely in her heart.

If she had a choice, she certainly wouldn't commit suicide.

She still wanted to vet a virtuous daughter-in-law for Jiang Feng, so he could live a good life.

She was still waiting to hold her chubby grandson.

“It’s a small matter, don’t worry, I’ll teach him.”

Zheng Yiyun nodded indifferently.

Secret lessons? How simple.

She had watched Jiang Feng grow up, and she certainly knew how kind and pure he was.

But for some reason, she always felt that the current Jiang Feng had become incredibly handsome, even making her feel a little flutter!

In her eyes, Jiang Feng was not only her best friend’s son but also a pure young man.

In an instant, the beautiful mature woman’s pretty face turned red, more enchanting than flowers.

Jiang Feng, if he were present and heard their discussion, would definitely be speechless.

Top Scumbag Jiang Feng: Are you saying that I, the Cannon King of Yangcheng, the Slayer of Mature Women, the Thousand-Man Slayer, am a pure boy?

However, he would definitely be looking forward to this secret lesson.

Jiang Feng walked out of the Hospital gate with slightly heavy steps, looking up at the bustling street, where the sunlight scattered on the asphalt, creating layers of light and shadow.

He took a deep breath, silently feeling the unique atmosphere of this era.

On the road, a silver eighth-generation Accord sped past, raising a cloud of dust.

The year Jiang Feng was reborn was already 2028, and by then, the Accord had already reached its twelfth generation.

He subconsciously looked at the motorcycle parked at the Hospital entrance, feeling relieved that it hadn't been stolen.

The public security in 2010 was still relatively poor.

Jiang Feng straddled the motorcycle, twisted the key, and prepared to go to the nearest Industrial and Commercial Bank to withdraw money.

Firstly, to verify if the five hundred yuan had actually arrived.

Secondly, he only had fifty yuan in cash, and if he didn't withdraw some money, even eating later would become a problem.

It was only March 2010, let alone electronic payments, even WeChat was not yet in sight.

WeChat would only be officially launched at the end of the year, and it would take several more years for it to become popular.

“However, can I intercept Ma Huateng?”

Jiang Feng pondered as he rode the motorcycle, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt this idea had potential.

If Tencent lost WeChat, its big killer, it was very likely to fade into obscurity in the upcoming mobile internet era.

However, to launch the WeChat project, he needed startup capital.

But what he lacked most now was money; he had to find a way to earn his first pot of gold, and it had to be at least a million yuan to start!

Jiang Feng frowned, deep in thought, occasionally muttering:

“2010, what are the hot topics in 2010?”

After thinking for a long time, Jiang Feng’s eyes suddenly lit up:

“That’s right, the Thousand Group Wars!!!”

In 2010, the Thousand Group Wars officially began.

Over five thousand group-buying companies fought tooth and nail, vying to give money to consumers.

Jiang Feng still remembered that in his previous life, he was penniless and relied on one-cent fried chicken and one-yuan milk tea to get through that low point.

And the winner of the Thousand Group Wars—Meituan—hadn't even been established yet!

Of course, Jiang Feng wasn't saying he wanted to set up his own group-buying website.

The Thousand Group Wars burned a total of 7 billion yuan, burning 8 million yuan every day!

At his current stage, he couldn't participate in a struggle of that magnitude.

However, if things went smoothly, he believed he could definitely grow into a behemoth within two years.

So, while the first pot of gold wouldn't come from starting a group-buying website, he could certainly fleece some wool from them!

After all, it's not just the gold prospectors who get rich, but also the merchants who sell shovels.

If he remembered correctly, Meituan would only be officially established in late March of this year.

And there’s a high probability that their domain name hasn't been registered yet!

.......

Industrial and Commercial Bank.

Jiang Feng looked at the three hundred yuan he had just withdrawn from the ATM, feeling very happy.

The reason he only withdrew three hundred yuan was because he still needed to buy a domain name later.

Soon, Jiang Feng rode his motorcycle to a nearby internet cafe called “Wangyu.”

Pushing open the door, the damp smell of smoke mixed with the sour stench of instant noodles assailed him, making Jiang Feng cough a few times.

The clatter of keyboards and the shouts of players intertwined, instantly entering his ears.

“This sniper is a cheat, right? I show my head and get instantly killed, wallhacks and aimbot, he’s got it all! Damn it, kick him!”

“Attention, everyone! Footsteps in B tunnel!”

“Mount up without calling, three-man warrior-hunter-shaman!”

“The Warglaive dropped! Guild leader, quick, roll!”

At this time, League of Legends had not yet been launched in China, and most people in the internet cafe were playing CF, CS, and World of Warcraft.

The internet cafe attendant was a tattooed girl, currently sleeping soundly with her head on the table.

“Boss, open a computer for me.”

Jiang Feng knocked on the front desk.

“Oh… One yuan an hour, machine 79.”

The internet cafe girl rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned.

“Just open it for an hour.”

Jiang Feng paid the money and walked straight to machine 79, then turned it on.

Next to him was a guy playing CrossFire, his table covered in cigarette ash, instant noodle cups, and empty Red Bull cans.

After more than a minute, the computer finally booted up, revealing the familiar yet strange XP system.

Jiang Feng opened the browser, entered the website address, and the page loaded slowly, the progress bar crawling like a snail.

Accustomed to the network speed of later generations, operating a computer from this era was simply agonizingly slow.

The domain registration page finally popped up, he took a deep breath, and typed Meituan's domain name into the input box.