Yang Hao looked at Xu Weiguo, who wore a face full of pride, and didn't plan to burst his bubble, but simply smiled and said, "Uncle, are you interested in the Internet industry?"
"Interested?"
As Xu Weiguo spoke, he stroked his chin and casually pulled over a chair to sit down, "To say I'm not interested,"
"It's the era of the Internet now, and our company also made suggestions regarding it."
"But you know."
"Your uncle is too old for such things."
"Even if I were interested, I don't have the energy to deal with all that."
Xu Weiguo wasn't wrong in what he said.
Just think about this era.
It truly is an era where traffic is king.
How many years has it been since Byte Leap started its business?
And in just these few short years, it turned a small workshop into a commercial juggernaut worth trillions.
And what about myself?
Three generations in, and it's just a commerce company valued at several tens of billions.
