The Algorithm Threshold

Jiang Qin had been quite busy during this period after the New Year. He handed his daughter over to his parents, then took Feng Nanshu abroad several times to inspect the overseas market for Group Buying and take a vacation.

Under the sunny skies and along the sandy beach, Feng Nanshu wore a blue floral dress and a huge sunhat. She was even more beautiful than the clear skies stretching endlessly before them.

This young girl of his, who had already given birth to their daughter, seemed to be constantly using her beauty and cuteness to tell him, Your business may be huge, but I'm the greatest fortune in your life.

Thus, the breeze stirred her long hair and the hem of her dress, and even the waves seemed to surge for her.

After returning home, Jiang Qin took her to several industry seminars and even appeared on a CCTV speech program.

Whenever fellow entrepreneurs ran into him, they could always see him teasing Jiang's Wife with a cheap grin whenever there were few people around, only to get kicked in return. The sight was hilarious.

But hilarious as it was, they found it hard to laugh.

Because many of them knew perfectly well that Jiang Qin had once again led the development of the times.

"We have to start making short videos too."

"This trend absolutely cannot be monopolized by Group Buying."

"I have a feeling that short videos will become the fertile ground for every internet industry."

After Jingzhe, temperatures across the country rose slightly. After being hit hard by Douyin, countless internet companies began setting up short-video projects.

Once the projects were approved, they formed teams and began recruiting employees on a massive scale.

That was simply how major companies operated. Once an order came down from