From Taobao intern to the father of Pinduoduo

Chapter 7 exploded.

Three days passed by in the blink of an eye.

The original poster's story spans from childhood to adolescence.

The original poster's father has died.

Lin Mu devoted a great deal of ink to describing the details of raising pigs, creating the absurdity of his father's death, and the damp atmosphere in the family.

This is a minor climax in the story.

The post's popularity surged again.

The thread on the World of Warcraft forum alone has received 3 replies.

This post had already caught the attention of the forum administrators, who marked it as a featured post and pinned it to the top.

If all goes well, this post will become the most popular post of the year on the World of Warcraft forum, and also on Baidu Tieba.

Looking at the data in his hand, Lin Mu realized that, including the replies from dozens of other forums, the total number of replies had reached 7 and the total number of views had reached over a million!

Next, we can immediately begin the second wave of boosting popularity.

In 2008, besides Baidu Tieba, Tianya Community and Renren.com were also very popular.

In addition, there were the first batch of internet celebrities on QQ Space.

In the casual chat section of Tianya, a post was reposted from Baidu Tieba and kept getting pushed up, refreshing its popularity.

On the campus network, several early influential figures in the field of emotional content received submissions from their fans.

Several internet celebrities on QQ Space received friend requests with notes saying, "I'd like to add you to write a letter, and I'll give you 50 Q coins."

Lin Mu didn't spend much money on these promotions.

He even sought out online influencers and social media platforms like Renren to promote his work, all for free.

In those days, the paid ecosystem on the internet was not as well-developed as it is in later years.

Internet celebrities have no idea how much their online traffic is worth.

As the thread was redirected from Baidu Tieba to various online communities and then back again, its popularity was reignited.

And this time it was spontaneous; many people, like the later video bloggers, spontaneously reposted the content of the post to the various online forums they frequented.

This place has an anime forum, a school forum, and a novel forum.

These reposters include newbies, seasoned veterans, and even forum moderators and administrators.

With these spontaneous reposters joining in, even Lin Mu no longer knew the exact amount of traffic the post had received.

……

A week later.

The story then reaches its climax.

The original poster had no choice but to go to the city to work and pay off their family's debts.

The original poster's mother suggested that the original poster go to stay with their uncle.

My uncle runs a street stall business. He goes to the wholesale market to buy small green beads, then strings them into a bracelet. Each bracelet costs 50 cents to make and he sells it for 5 yuan, but you can bargain down to 2 yuan.

Let me tell you, the world of street vendors is really interesting!

Here, Lin Mu elaborates on the ecology of street stalls and several key figures.

There was a fierce older sister who dared to fight the bald man with a kitchen knife in order to get a good spot.

There was a tough middle-aged woman whose street stall was confiscated by the urban management officers. She dared to take off her clothes in public and lie naked under the police car, just to see if the urban management officers would dare to run her over.

There were also inexperienced street performers who attempted to break a boulder on their chest, nearly killing themselves in the process.

Thief, swindler, Ponzi scheme.

Lin Mu vividly depicts the everyday life and江湖江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) in his writing, captivating readers.

The original poster made many friends here, avoided a big scam, was robbed once, and also helped others out of kindness. In the end, he reached the peak of his life and made a lot of money.

Then, the poster's moment of glory arrived: they paid off their family's debts, had tens of thousands of yuan in hand, and felt incredibly wealthy.

[Sigh, the poster's life is really unlucky.]

[The original poster's sister also died; she committed suicide by ingesting pesticide.]

I heard that my sister is beautiful, and her husband is very jealous. He can't stand her talking to other men, so he argues with her every day and beats her.

One night, my sister came home late, and her husband wouldn't open the door for her. Later, he did open the door, but for some reason, my sister became distraught and drank pesticide to commit suicide.

My sister was taken to the hospital, but she couldn't be saved.

At my sister's funeral, my mother kept saying she was wrong, and she banged her head against the coffin. My brother-in-law ran away; I heard he went to another province and never came back.

The original poster felt detached and uneasy. Their father died, their sister died, and the whole thing—making money, raising pigs, funerals—felt like they were dreaming.

[After arranging her sister's funeral, the poster ran into her long-lost friend, Xiaoyu, at the funeral.]

[Sister Xiaoyu is dressed very fashionably; she seems to be doing well.]

[Does the original poster like Sister Xiaoyu? That was the first time in the original poster's life that someone took care of them.]

[The original poster should go after Sister Xiaoyu.]

[Sister Xiaoyu hugged the poster and said, "Silly little brother," and then left. She could no longer be contacted afterward.]

Later, I heard from the villagers that they saw Sister Xiaoyu acting as a giggle.

Later, A, who had been running a street stall and doing business, asked the original poster if they wanted to collaborate on foreign trade.

The original poster felt that doing foreign trade was a very glamorous thing, so they specifically looked into it and felt it was indeed a viable business.

Ah—that's the road to hell!

Like his father, the original poster took out loans to expand production, eventually producing 100,000 pairs of underwear.

Friend A suddenly disappeared, taking the money in the account with them.

The original poster was completely stunned and even contemplated jumping off a building.

The original poster absolutely cannot repay this debt.

Hello everyone from World of Warcraft!

Winter is coming to Hangzhou.

After half a month, the story has finally come to a satisfactory conclusion.

In the main battlefield of World of Warcraft, the post had already reached the display limit of 65535 posts a week ago.

Furthermore, it wasn't just the World of Warcraft forum that reached the post limit. Lin Mu was also surprised to find that on the Jiong forum, the number of sub-posts he could repost had also reached the limit.

Lin Mu did the math, and the total number of replies from his alternate accounts alone reached 18, with an estimated 500 million views.

If we include those who spontaneously reposted, the number of replies to each thread could reach 300,000, and the total number of views could even exceed 10 million.

Lin Mu was in a great mood, so he took the opportunity to see if there were any interesting comments.

Among them were those who shared their own life experiences.

Life is truly unpredictable. A relative of mine, back in the 80s, had a daughter who didn't want to go to work. He scolded her, and she went to work in a fit of anger. As soon as she stepped outside, she was hit and killed by a bus. This relative regretted it for the rest of his life.

Some of them write poetry.

Life is but a fleeting dream, youth fades to old age, black hair turns to snow.

Perhaps a solitary figure stands reflected in the river, or perhaps someone walks at night with a candle in hand.

Isn't that me? That must be me.

Like a song and dance that never ends, refined and polished, it becomes eternal. How can we keep you here?

Because flowers will bloom and swallows will come.

Isn't that me? That must be me.

There's wine, there are stories, but a touch of melancholy doesn't prevent a touch of unbridled madness.

There was also a prose poem written based on the story.

The enamel bowl on the wooden table was empty.

The bamboo cane used to mark the teacher's lies still hangs on the wall.

The fortune teller's prophecy was more bitter than pesticide.

She lay on the edge of the field.

Be the first person you learn to be silent.

The bully's crotch was a tunnel.

As you crawl over...

I saw her lighting a cigarette at the alley entrance.

Later she disappeared into the neon lights of the small hotel.

Like you clenching and then loosening your fist.

Inferior quality pearl necklace.