After Ling Feng came out of the second company, within a few days, his parents called him to ask what was going on, because the Bank of Communications was also calling them infinitely.

At first, my parents didn't pay attention to them, thinking that it was the kind of phone call that Ling Feng had just gone out to work, and it was a pyramid scheme organization that tricked Ling Feng into paying money.

Later, after various confirmations from the Bank of Communications, it was believed that Ling Feng owed a large amount of debt, and in the case of all kinds of scoundrels, Ling Feng told his parents that his job was long gone, and he was now staying in a small rental house.

Dad took out the accumulation of the whole year last year and repaid the money for Ling Feng.

After this period of time, Ling Feng was a little confused mentally, and he couldn't calm down to go to work with peace of mind, and returned to his hometown.

Eating the rice made by his mother in his hometown, Ling Feng was mentally comforted.

But the surrounding neighbors all knew about the credit card, and when relatives and friends saw Ling Feng, they all saw that it was not as sincere as before, and some were still pointing behind Ling Feng's back.

Summer in the countryside is like a melody, with melodious birdsong and squeaky cicadas, confessing the charm of their natural life in search of a mate.

A breeze swept across Ling Feng's cheeks, waking him up from his quiet thoughts in the past, and his father's words yesterday were still in his ears: "You are a good young man, you can't stay at home for the rest of your life and let us support you."

The years were passing quietly, and many years had passed when there was nothing to do, and the cynicism around Ling Feng made Ling Feng step on the train of struggle again.

In the hot summer, Ling Feng came to Chengdu, Chunxi Road was crowded with people, and the Sichuan girls were hot and charming, looking at all kinds of young ladies, so that Ling Feng made the decision to start a business again.

Thinking of the past, Ling Feng concluded that in the age of network information, traditional stores will not work.

Those who open clothing stores must hang Taobao stores through the Internet, those who open hotels must hang travel hand in hand network, and even those who open restaurants must hang Ele.me and Meituan.

Ling Feng looked at the people of the current era, everyone was playing with their mobile phones, sitting and looking at their mobile phones, standing and looking at their mobile phones, lying down or looking at their mobile phones, and even walking and riding bicycles.

Ling Feng decided to start from his mobile phone, and now people can't do without their mobile phones every minute, nothing more than Douyin, chatting, and playing games.

Ling Feng finally decided to develop a mobile game.

The so-called nothing, thinking of one thing just thinking about it and not making up your mind to fight for it, of course, nothing can be accomplished.

Ling Feng found all kinds of information on the Internet, called all kinds of programmers, and barely found a few aspiring young people in the form of dividends.

In the small office with high morale and enthusiasm, Ling Feng signed a contract with 4 programmers, and the production equipment and space in the early stage were funded and provided by Ling Feng.

Relatives who can borrow money, and old classmates Catbeard and other people's funding, plus the reactivation of credit card overdrafts, the pre-planning and production of mobile games are running.

After Ling Feng practiced boxing every day, he went to the small office in the morning to supervise whether they were going to work on time to make programming, and in the afternoon he went to find temporary jobs to make ends meet.

This time it was Ling Feng's great determination to start a business, and if he failed again, he would fall into a catastrophe.

Time passes, and the production of mobile games is also slowly progressing.

Autumn in Chengdu feels particularly deserted, Ling Feng watched the yellow leaves falling all over the street, the autumn wind was swaying, staring at the end of the road, only a few cleaning staff were sweeping the fallen leaves, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.

Because at this time, the mobile phone rang, and the caller was Xiao Zhou, a mobile game producer, who answered the phone and heard the voice on the other side.

After hanging up the phone, Ling Feng sorted it out, probably meaning that Grandma Xiao Zhou had passed away, and there was no way to make programming, so she had to go back to her hometown to mourn.

And the rest of Xiao Jiang said that they couldn't do it if they were one person, and they wouldn't come in the future.

This bad news made Ling Feng stand alone under the yellow-leaved tree for a long, long time.

The yellow leaves in the sky were sparsely falling, the cleaning staff at the end of the road had long since disappeared, and Ling Feng's lonely figure was still standing under the old yellow tree, and the slanting light of the setting sun pulled Ling Feng's figure into a long and long one.

It wasn't until a fallen leaf slid down Ling Feng's cheek that Ling Feng's eyes blinked, and a line of tears hung down his cheek on his chin.

At this time, Ling Feng had no ambition in his heart, and all he could think of was the encouragement that his parents and Catbeard gave him money when they supported him to start a business.

Ling Feng looked up at the sky, it was gray, it was dark, and the night was deep.

Ling Feng dragged his tired figure back to the 6-square-meter one-room hut, and fell asleep, forgetting to cover the quilt.

Ling Feng was woken up in the middle of the night, thinking about the scene after the phone call from the credit card center of the Bank of Communications called his parents at home again, Ling Feng couldn't sleep anymore.

At this time, Ling Feng's mind was extremely chaotic, all kinds of thoughts were strung back and forth in his mind, looking at the dark and silent night outside the window, Ling Feng stood for a long time, and finally fell asleep on the bed.

Repeating this time like this, Ling Feng didn't know how he came to life, his messy hair and stubble on his face often received reminder calls from the Bank of Communications.

The phone calls several times a day caused Ling Feng's mental refreshment, malaise, boredom, fear and merciless mental torture, forming a spiritual storm in Ling Feng's mind, making Ling Tian just want to turn over and jump out of the window.

But thinking of his parents with white temples, Ling Feng stood quietly looking out the window, looking at the traffic outside the window, and at the pedestrians outside the window.

Airplanes. Airplanes.. A screen is on, the caller ID is a Xiaomi mobile phone from the Bank of Communications, lying on the futon in a 6-square-meter single room, and a young man is standing in the room, staring blankly at the pedestrians who have been taped through the glass window.

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone pulled the man's thoughts back, and he looked down at the caller ID, Ling Feng's eyes jumped twice and then looked away.

Ling Feng continued to look up into the distance, a painful expression appeared on his handsome and messy face, he knew that this was a call from the Bank of Communications Credit Card Center to urge him to repay again, Ling Feng didn't want to answer, and after answering, the staff was tired and ruthless again to collect debts.

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