Until ten years later, the 'King of Glasses' Ma Yunteng didn't understand what was strange about his name?

Just as Hood didn't understand why the principal would personally go to the football stadium to investigate the dispute between himself and Zhang Ruofeng, and what he couldn't understand was even more incomprehensible... All the students betrayed themselves.

"It was he who humiliated Zhang Ruofeng first and attacked Zhang Ruofeng with extremely bad remarks, he knew that Zhang Ruofeng was an orphan, but he still wanted to sprinkle salt on his wounds."

"He also spoke wildly to our mentor Coach Wang, and Zhang Ruofeng gently pushed him when he couldn't stand it."

"Headmaster, can you not punish Ruofeng. He was a very honest student. If you fire him, there is no hope for his whole life. ”

"Headmaster......

All the words that Principal Zhou Zhongzheng heard were pleading for Zhang Ruofeng.

He didn't intend to punish Zhang Ruofeng in the first place, if Zhang Ruofeng was really fired, Wu Tong would definitely come over and fight with him...... He now treats Zhang Ruofeng as a baby bump, holding it in the palm of his hand for fear of coldness, holding it in his mouth for fear of melting, and no one can touch it.

"Coach Hu, do you have anything else to add?"

Zhou Zhongzheng turned his head sideways and asked Hu Dequan.

Hu Dequan's face was completely distorted, and he tried his best to suppress his anger, and he said, "I do have something wrong about what I did. ”

But he was thinking in his heart, when the headmaster is gone, he must make you stinky look good.

However, the stinking didn't give him that chance.

All of them walked up to the headmaster, bowed and pleaded: "Headmaster, we don't want Hood to be our head coach anymore, we don't agree with his character and skill level. ”

The principal said that he would give priority to the students' requests, and then in the afternoon, the school board announced that Hu Dequan had left the company.

Hood, who had lost his job, came out of campus in a fit of rage.

He vowed to make Nanshan High School look good, and he must make Zhang Ruofeng's death ugly.

Before that, however, he had to find a job to support his family.

After making countless phone calls, I finally got a job as a special commentator from my old classmates. His old classmate, who is now the editor-in-chief of the high school edition of the Nets, gave him the job because he used to be a commentator, hoping that he would be able to report on the high school national competition in the future.

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Feng Yuan has been trying to talk to Zhang Ruofeng about the masked man in these classes, but... Every time she passed, Zhang Ruofeng was chatting with the king of glasses, and the two chatted very speculatively, and she couldn't interject half a sentence at all.

"Tell us about the structure of your music website, how are you going to build it?" Zhang Ruofeng asked Ma Yunteng.

Feng Yuan's head hurt when he heard this.

When the King of Glasses answered the names of the professions that worked in the background, she felt dizzy. Zhang Ruofeng actually listened to it with relish, and he was able to discuss back and forth.

In the chat, Zhang Ruofeng confirmed Ma Yunteng's ability to write code.

So, he went on to ask: "So, where do you think the profit point of the music website is?" ”

"Copyright fees." Ma Yunteng blurted out, he said: "As long as we can win the record rights of several major music companies, join forces with them, and open up the network for download, users can earn a handling fee for every download copy. ”

Zhang Ruofeng didn't speak, and motioned for him to continue.

"Now most mobile phones already have a player function, plus... Now there is a piece of hardware called MP3 on the Shenzhen Stock Exchange. I believe that the market for paid downloads in the future is very vast. ”

Ma Yunteng's judgment ability is good, and music downloads will become an Internet outlet in the next few years. But his way of thinking is still stuck in the stage of small farmers, and his mind is still thinking about the profits of traditional middlemen.

Therefore, Zhang Ruofeng asked him rhetorically: "Do you think the music company will cooperate with you?" Do you have that much money to pay for the pre-purchase fee? Also, if you are a high school student, you can make a website, but others can't do it? You don't have any core competitiveness at all, and you will only lose your bottoms if you enter the market rashly. ”

Ma Yunteng was silent, half loud, he asked, "Then what do you say?" ”

"Free download." Zhang Ruofeng said: "Now that the Internet has just started, we will first use free hoarding users. With traffic, monetization is a matter of course. ”

"We don't have any money." Ma Yunteng clapped his palms: "I am an orphan, and you are also an orphan." We can't even afford to rent a server, how can it be free? Will those music companies donate their copyrights to you for free? ”

The king of glasses felt that Zhang Ruofeng was whimsical.

Zhang Ruofeng smiled: "Who said I was going to buy the copyright from a music company?" ”

Ma Yunteng didn't know what to do.

"You're going to build a mock-up of your website in the next few days. After a while, when I had the money, I went to rent a server. The copyright thing is the best, and it can be done quickly. ”

Zhang Ruofeng said confidently.

Ma Yunteng felt weird, but he inexplicably chose to believe Zhang Ruofeng.

Zhang Ruofeng patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, you can eat and drink spicy food with me in the future." Maybe you can even become a programmer legend! ”

Ma Yunteng smiled.

He thought to himself: Dreaming is good for the body and mind, what if it comes true?

……

Time flies, Thursday is over, and Friday is over.

In the past two days, during class time and after class, Zhang Ruofeng basically discussed the architecture of the music website with Ma Yunteng.

In the afternoon, he hurried to the training gym to practice, mainly practicing shooting.

But the thing that makes people desperate is ...... Zhang Ruofeng has no talent in shooting, and has spent the past two days correcting his hand shape.

Wu Tong was worried about this, if it went on like this, when the opponents found out that Zhang Ruofeng couldn't shoot, it would be terrible.

On Saturday afternoon, Zhang Ruofeng asked Wu Tong for a leave.

He accompanied his sister to Zhongnan TV to participate in the live broadcast of 'Super New Voice' tonight.

Along the way, Zhang Ruoyu was very excited, she felt that she would definitely be able to achieve a good ranking this time... The song blue and white porcelain is so good.

Zhang Ruofeng's heart is also magnificent, he is looking forward to the blueprint of the future.

This will be his first step into the entertainment industry.

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Wang Yan is the chief producer of "Super New Voice".

In the last two years, she has been very unhappy. Her old rival is in full swing on Songjiang Satellite TV, and she has single-handedly created a variety show flagship column that is popular all over the country.

But he was still nested in this small Zhongnan Economic Television, and finally planned a talent show, but he was not valued by the leaders and was arranged until 11 o'clock in the evening: At this time, most of the teenagers have slept under the spur of their parents, how can there be any ratings.

"The quality of this year's draft is not high."

The assistant shook his head beside her and sighed.

Since the start of the show, there has not been a single bright spot.

"If the funds are a little more, the column group can buy the copyright of popular songs for the contestants, and the effect will be much better." Wang Yan said, her eyes swept back and forth on the big roster: "There are a few students whose quality is still good. ”

"Alas!"

A sigh.

The roof leak happened to rain overnight, and I seemed to have been dragged into a vicious circle.

It's getting less and less likely to want to create a hit show.

"Sister Wang, all the contestants are here. Would you like to watch the rehearsal yourself? ”

The staff came in to report.

Wang Yan waved his hand: "Go over." ”

She had already been in the mood.

It's just another failed show to add to his bleak resume.

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