Chapter 75: A Strong Pull Ends in Smoke (1/2)

When Zhao Qingfeng arrived at Tiancong Internet Cafe, it was already pitch dark.

The cafe was filled with the mixed smell of cigarettes and stinky feet, a direct assault on the nostrils.

Zhao Ming, who seemed very concerned, asked why he had come so late.

Zhao Qingfeng sighed, looking distressed, and fabricated a story, emphasizing the scene of his mother being bullied and crying at home.

Zhao Ming was secretly delighted, quickly brought two bottles of Jianlibao, and ushered him into a small room, “Brother, don’t get worked up. Once we find out who it was, I’ll help you take them down! Go play, I’ve downloaded two new movies. They’re great, featuring European and American beauties, oh yeah!”

Zhao Qingfeng thanked him and took the drink into the small room.

He started the movie, waited for the loud moans to start, then quickly muted the sound.

Under Zhao Ming’s watchful eye, he hurried into the bathroom, grabbed a handful of toilet paper, stuffed it into his pocket, intentionally leaving half of it showing, and returned to the room to close the door.

“Hehe, see that? My little brother is totally addicted.”

“You know, once you get addicted to porn, it’s really hard to quit.”

“Porn is so stimulating.”

“Chinese, Japanese, European, American, so many varieties. It’s like the stars in the sky. I’ve been watching for three or four years, and there’s always something new to discover. This hobby is constantly evolving, never enough!”

Zhao Ming, munching on sunflower seeds, boasted to Zhang Ping, who was dozing off in a chair.

He himself had been deeply affected by pornography, which hindered his academic progress.

But he took pride in it, especially hoping others would become as addicted as him, although not wanting them to be able to earn money from running an internet cafe like him.

In short,

he hoped others would be less successful than him.

Anyone who was doing better, especially those close to him, he wished he could tear them apart to feel better.

Zhang Ping heard everything.

She looked somewhat displeased, teasingly scraping Zhao Ming’s crotch with her foot, “You, I think you’re about done. Except for the first time with me, every other time you need to watch a movie to finish… Are you really capable or not? If you’re not, don’t waste my time. I don’t like limp noodles…”

While they were talking,

Zhao Qingfeng had already started developing the navigation website in the small room.

It was already accessible, though still a blank slate.

Fortunately, the internet cafe in 2001 didn’t have a restoration program, so the environment he downloaded earlier was still usable.

The navigation site was hosted on a remote server.

As long as he backed up the code to his email every day, everything was secure.

Zhao Qingfeng now assumed multiple roles.

Developer, front-end, back-end, product manager – all were him, but he enjoyed it.

He knew well that a good product manager must think from the user’s perspective.

In 2001, the internet was booming, and both men and women were full of exploration desires.

What women liked, Zhao Qingfeng wasn’t sure, but he knew what men needed.

Young men liked games, older men were into news.

But all men shared one hobby – they liked beautiful women!

So, to make the navigation website memorable after promotion, besides a clean layout and clever design, it needed ‘good stuff’ to really increase stickiness.

It might sound strange, but old netizens know that back then, every major portal site had a beauty section – a local feature.

Of course, it couldn’t be pornographic.

But it was necessary to add a row of flashing red ‘photo website’ links.

Two hours later,

Zhao Qingfeng finished his work for the day.

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