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"I never expected to be reborn eleven years in the past, in 2013."

Looking at the small garage workshop before him, Lin Feng was filled with emotion.

Come to think of it, he had once been a pig riding the wave of opportunity. What had made him one was the secondhand production equipment before him—or, more accurately, a trendy new toy.

At the end of June 2013, after graduating from Qinghua University, he had not gone looking for a job. Instead, he had returned home to Xiaohe Town, under the jurisdiction of Zhan City, Guang Province.

He wanted to use his talent for programming and hands-on work to design and invent a Handwriting Robot, a highly trendy toy at the time, and make a fortune from it.

The Handwriting Robot's function was to write text or images from WPS office software onto paper in a style that imitated human handwriting.

The entire Handwriting Robot was a product combining software and hardware, and it had taken him a full three months to develop.

After finishing development, Lin Feng uploaded it to Bilibili, AcFun, Youku, Kuaishou, Tencent, and other video apps and websites. It promptly became a massive hit.

After seeing the powerful features of the Handwriting Robot, many users eagerly said they wanted to buy one to play with.

After all, it was not expensive—only 499 yuan. It was cheaper than many printers, and it could write essays, prepare lesson plans, draft documents...

After it became an overnight hit came the entrepreneurial process of hiring workers and expanding production. In just a few years, he had sold a total of 60,000 Handwriting Robots and earned several million yuan in profit!

With those 60,000 units sold and several million yuan in profits, he had successfully wiped away the disdain and mockery of relatives, friends, and neighbors, proving that his decision to return home and start a business had not been wrong.

As a result, he had used the money he earned to buy a fully loaded Mercedes-Benz GLA outright. While renovating his old home, he had also bought a sizable plot of land behind it and turned it into a small garden for walks, becoming the most impressive guy in the entire town.

Furthermore, after the local officials repeatedly came to him pleading poverty, he had invested 200,000 yuan to widen and repair Xiaohe Town's terrible roads, earning widespread praise and recognition from the town's residents.

People gave him thumbs-up and called him an outstanding young entrepreneur with responsibility and integrity, unlike other bosses who forgot their hometown once they made money.

For a brand to remain competitive, it needed sufficient production and sales volume, as well as a certain degree of exposure. Seniority meant nothing here.

During the pandemic, large-scale production had been difficult, and sales could not keep up with his competitors. Naturally, the brand image could no longer be maintained.

Although Pen Master Handwriting Robot had been among the first to enter the field and was considered an old brand among Handwriting Robots, the market would not wait for him.

And honestly, Handwriting Robots suffered from severe homogenization. Everyone's functions and results were almost identical, so why would consumers buy yours?

Just as he was racking his brains over how to turn the crisis around, his vision blurred, and he was reborn in early September 2013—when everything had just begun.

"Were my eyes playing tricks on me?"

Looking at the extremely crude Handwriting Robot before him, which only supported writing and not drawing, Lin Feng blinked, wondering whether his eyes were deceiving him.

"First-generation Pen Master Handwriting Robot, Level 1, Experience: 0/10000, Source Points: 0/0?

What is this? What does it do?"

No one answered his questions. However, as he continued examining it, Lin Feng discovered that he could use his thoughts to control whether the text above was displayed or hidden.

Still, no matter what, although something strange had appeared, it did not affect his decision to make creative videos to advertise and sell Handwriting Robots.

After all, Handwriting Robots were still highly profitable during these years, especially in the first year or two after their launch. There were few similar manufacturers, and the machines sold at high prices, making this naturally the most profitable period.

So although this was a niche product among niche products, he could still easily earn several million yuan by looking at the national market. There was no way he would give up that income.

Thus, Lin Feng brought his First-generation Pen Master Handwriting Robot and a laptop out of his small garage workshop. At the same time, he put his Apple Phone in his pocket.

He did not have any professional filming equipment, so he could only use the Apple Phone as his camera. For this shoot, Lin Feng planned to try something new.

After working on Handwriting Robots for several years, he had gained experience regarding their primary customer base and how to market them better.

Now that he had been reborn, he naturally could not shoot videos blindly and ignorantly as he had in his previous life. He needed to create videos with a clearer target audience.

In addition, he needed to recruit workers and purchase various production materials in advance. This time, he could not repeat what had happened in his previous life, when the product launch had amazed many people—

Only for him to be completely unprepared and unable to supply the goods. It had taken a full week before he could gradually ship out the orders. What a damn mess.

"Mom, where's Dad?"

Lin Feng asked his mother, He Xueqing, who was grading homework in the study. His mother was a Chinese teacher and homeroom teacher at Xiaohe Town High School.

When Lin Feng had gotten into Qinghua University, his mother deserved at least eighty percent of the credit. Without her strict supervision of his studies since childhood, and without her tutoring him every day, how could he possibly have gotten into Qinghua University?

"Where else could he be? He went to do construction work with Uncle A-quan."

His father was named Lin Guohua. He was an old construction worker from Xiaohe Town and had worked in the trade for over twenty years.

He was dependable and hardworking, proficient in laying bricks, plastering, mixing cement and sand, marking lines, and all sorts of other tasks. He was currently a construction worker on the crew led by Uncle A-quan.

Speaking of which, construction workers in this era earned quite well. Even in a rural town like this, they could often earn two or three hundred yuan a day.

The work was exhausting, and there was the risk of falling to one's death or becoming permanently disabled. But if there was work every day of the month, even a newcomer who had only recently entered the trade could earn 5,000 to 6,000 yuan.

As for experienced, hardworking veteran construction workers—the backbone of a construction crew—if they had work every day of the month, someone like his father could even earn 9,000 to 10,000 yuan a month.

So in this era, being a construction worker was actually more profitable than working in an electronics factory. After all, the job involved risking one's life, baking under the sun every day, and enduring wind and rain. If the pay were any lower, who would be willing to do it?

That was also why, in recent years, people back in his hometown could often be seen building new houses. These years were simply the best years for every industry in Great Xia, and everyone's wallets had grown fuller.

"Xiaofeng, when are you going out to find work? You can't keep staying at home like this.

I've heard all sorts of rumors about you. They say you've disgraced our Xiaohe Town. A dignified Qinghua University graduate came home to live off his parents—and has been doing it for three months..."

As soon as he stepped outside, Lin Feng was questioned by a woman in her forties. She was none other than his neighbor, Aunt Ba.

Faced with this question that was almost identical to the one from his previous life, Lin Feng felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu and gave a different answer than before:

"My research and development is complete. I've already submitted a patent application to the country online. Very soon, I'll be hiring people and opening a factory."

"Keep bragging. It's not like boasting needs a draft."

Aunt Ba rolled her eyes at Lin Feng, not believing that he could truly hire workers and open a factory.

After all, Lin Feng had been staying at home for three months. If he could open a factory, he would have done so long ago.

At first, people thought Lin Feng had merely come home to see his parents before going out to find work. But half a month passed and he still had not left, so naturally the neighborhood gossip began.

By now, he was famous not only in the northern outskirts of Xiaohe Town. The rumor that a Qinghua University student had returned home to live off his parents had spread through the mouths of many people across the entire town, making them shake their heads in disapproval.

Two years later, the reason he had been willing to spend 200,000 yuan repairing those terrible roads and widening the township roads was, in truth, to prove to everyone that his decision to return home and start a business had not been wrong.

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