Chapter 89: The Parting Station

"Quick Broadcast?"

Wang Shen looked utterly bewildered; clearly, he didn't quite understand Zhao Fusheng's words, or rather, for people of this time, the model of Quick Broadcast was too ahead of its time.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and began to explain the specific concept of Quick Broadcast to Wang Shen.

"Brother Wang, think about it—there's no real on-demand software on the internet right now. If we could create a player that lets users watch a wide range of movies and shows after just a few minutes of buffering, what effect do you think that would have?"

Zhao Fusheng said to Wang Shen, his tone full of persuasion, as if painting a picture of an incredibly bright future.

Wang Shen, being something of a tech geek, showed a thoughtful expression on his face after hearing Zhao Fusheng's words. Clearly, Zhao Fusheng's proposal intrigued him.

"Hmm, if it's as you say, it shouldn't be too hard to make," Wang Shen said after a moment's thought. "How about this: find some time, and we'll work on it together."

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then shook his head like a rattle-drum: "That won't be necessary. I was just thinking, after you finish it, you could add a small program so that anyone who downloads Quick Broadcast will have their browser homepage set to wo123."

"That's not hard," Wang Shen chuckled. "I'll make this thing first, then I'll find you."

Zhao Fusheng nodded, but in his mind, he was thinking that once Quick Broadcast became popular, he should remind Wang Shen to pay attention to content issues—after all, in his past life, the boss of Quick Broadcast ended up in prison.

Although many video websites were behind that, in fact, it must be said that Quick Broadcast did, in some ways, promote the spread of unhealthy ideas.

Everything has its pros and cons, but for Zhao Fusheng at this moment, in order to accumulate his first pot of gold, he couldn't afford to care about much else.

"What are you and my husband studying?" Su Xia walked over and asked Zhao Fusheng curiously.

"Nothing, just asking Brother Wang for a small favor." Zhao Fusheng waved his hand. He didn't dare tell Su Xia what idea he had given Wang Shen; if the title of 'Father of Quick Broadcast' fell on him, Zhao Fusheng felt his life would be tainted.

"You little rascal." Su Xia reached out and tapped Zhao Fusheng on the head, laughing. Her ample chest trembled, making one's head spin.

Zhao Fusheng turned his head, trying to appear as natural as possible, then turned to Wang Shen and said, "Brother Wang, I'll take off now. Please handle that matter as soon as you can."

He was, of course, referring to the development of the Quick Broadcast software.

Wang Shen gave a simple smile: "Don't worry, I'll get started on it right away."

After bidding farewell to Wang Shen and Su Xia, Zhao Fusheng returned to school. Although they hadn't talked about the shop, Zhao Fusheng knew that Su Xia had probably made up her mind to leave this place; otherwise, she wouldn't have asked him about opening an internet café.

In this world, some things ultimately require making choices.

People often face one temptation or another. Given a choice, no one would willingly choose to fall. Zhao Fusheng didn't know whether, in the timeline without him, Su Xia had eventually chosen to submit to Zhu Gan, but he understood clearly that no matter the choice, it was all for the sake of living.

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The next period of time naturally belonged to the great Fan Baobao; her college life was about to open a new chapter.

"At your new school, get along well with your classmates. Remember to call home as soon as you get there, and be careful..."

At Ninghai Railway Station, Li Yuan held her daughter's hand, reluctant to let go.

"Mom, I'm going to school, not leaving forever..." Fan Baobao felt a bit embarrassed; at her age, being treated like a child by her mother was a little awkward.

"That's right, Baobao will come back. Don't worry too much," Zhao's mother comforted Li Yuan, then said to Fan Baobao, "Baobao, when you get to Beijing, spend money when you need to, don't skimp. If anything happens, call home, okay?"

Fan Baobao's eyes reddened slightly, and she nodded gently: "I know, Auntie, I know."

Last night, Zhao's mother had sneaked into her room and given her two thousand yuan for emergencies. Fan Baobao knew that this was Zhao's mother's private savings; the family had been spending money on the supermarket recently, yet she still secretly gave her money—this was what a mother would do for her own daughter.

Fan Baobao thought to herself that if she ever became famous, she would repay Zhao's parents a hundredfold or a thousandfold. If she didn't, she would marry Zhao Fusheng quietly, as a way to repay their kindness.

"Alright, it's not like this is her first time. What are you all doing?" Zhao Fusheng looked at everyone speechlessly.

He couldn't understand at all—Fan Baobao was just going to school, and she'd be back in a few months. Was all this sorrow really necessary?

"You little brat, you're just all talk!"

Zhao's mother shot her son a glare, looking as if she couldn't be bothered with him.

After everyone had finally said their goodbyes to Fan Baobao, and even little Fan Beibei had given her sister a kiss on the cheek, Zhao Fusheng walked up to Fan Baobao.

Seeming to know that the two had things to say, Zhao's parents and Li Yuan stepped back a few paces, giving them some time.

"Well, I'm off," Fan Baobao said, lowering her head, a little shy.

After all, without Zhao Fusheng's help, she wouldn't have been able to attend this school.

Zhao Fusheng looked at the girl in front of him with some astonishment. Was this still the Fan Baobao he knew?

"What's up?" Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Fan Baobao looked up and glared at him. "Don't you have anything to say?"

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then smiled: "You know what college life is like. What should I say?"

"Oh. Then take good care of my mom and Beibei for me." Fan Baobao was a little disappointed, then, as if remembering something, she whispered in Zhao Fusheng's ear, "And, no dating, got it?"

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes and decided to ignore her comment.

"Don't worry, I won't date anyone either," Fan Baobao said after a moment's thought, then added solemnly, "I'll call you anytime to check up on you."

Zhao Fusheng was at a loss for words and waved his hand: "Just go."

"Look at you, I'm a star now..." Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng.

"A star? You shot one commercial and now you don't know who you are. Get on the train, or you'll miss it." Without another word, Zhao Fusheng pushed her toward the train.

"Mom..."

The roar of the train sounded, and Fan Baobao's voice, tinged with tears, faded into the wind.

What remained was a mother reluctant to let go.