chsdbacks Chapter 132
Chapter 132
The article concludes with the sentence: "CodeLight currently offers trial and registered versions, with a registration fee of 20 yuan. Interested readers can remit the fee to Room 401, Building 3, Fengya Garden, No. 89 Jianshe Road, Beichuan City, for the purpose of receiving payment from Lin Feng."
Lin Feng was stunned when he saw this sentence.
He didn't expect Chen Zhiyuan to write down the address.
But after thinking about it, it didn't matter. The address is public anyway, and you have to write the address when making a remittance.
A week after the article was published, remittance slips started arriving like snowflakes.
Day 1, seven letters.
The next day, twelve letters.
On the third day, nineteen letters were received.
Over the course of a week, there were a total of 86 remittance slips, amounting to 1,720 yuan.
Lin Feng stared blankly at the stack of remittance slips on the table.
He had experienced much larger events in his past life—when DeepSeek was launched, the servers were overwhelmed. But that was when a team was operating, with public relations, operations, and customer service.
He's all alone now.
He sat at his desk with over a hundred letters in front of him—some were for remittances, some for advice, some for commissions, and a few were from girls who wanted to get to know him.
He looked at the letters and took a deep breath.
Then we started processing them one by one.
For remittances: register name, address, and amount; generate registration code; write reply; pack onto floppy disk; seal; and affix stamp.
For those seeking advice: answer if you can, and explain the situation if you cannot.
I selected two reliable companies for the commission and agreed to write for them.
The girl wrote: I glanced at it, then put it aside.
It took two days to process everything.
Cheng Yuxin helped him affix stamps and seal the envelope. The two sat on the sofa in the living room, each with a pile of letters, working like an assembly line.
As Cheng Yuxin affixed the stamps, she said, "Lin Feng, are you a celebrity now?"
Lin Feng shook his head.
"No, it's just that someone knows my name."
Cheng Yuxin looked at him and smiled.
"If you become really famous in the future, will you forget about me?"
Lin Feng looked up at her.
Cheng Yuxin's smile was somewhat forced, and there was something indescribable in her eyes—not worry, but unease.
Lin Feng looked at her.
"No," he said.
Cheng Yuxin lowered her head and continued affixing stamps.
But the corners of her mouth curved upwards.
It gets hot in Beichuan in May.
Lin Feng still gets up at four in the morning to practice. Dawn is breaking earlier and earlier; by five o'clock, the sky is already turning white. The poplar trees beside the court are full of leaves, rustling in the wind.
Liu Jian is still practicing. He's improving slowly, but he's constantly improving. Now he can dribble a hundred times in a row without losing possession, and he can also shoot from the free-throw line into the basket—although he only makes one or two out of ten.
Zhou Jianguo still came every day. Shooting, shooting, shooting. He never spoke to Liu Jian, and Liu Jian didn't dare speak to him either. Once, when Liu Jian was shooting, the ball rolled to Zhou Jianguo's feet. Liu Jian ran over to retrieve it, and Zhou Jianguo glanced at him and kicked the ball back. That one moment made Liu Jian excited for the entire day.
Sun Jianguo still comes every night to teach tactics. He now teaches game reading—how to judge the opponent's defensive intentions, how to take advantage of the opponent's mistakes, and how to make the right choices at crucial moments.
"Basketball," Sun Jianguo said, "is not about who runs the fastest or jumps the highest, but about who is smarter."
Lin Feng deeply agreed.
Something happened on the third weekend of May.
That afternoon, Lin Feng was writing code at home when the phone rang.
He answered the call.
"Lin Feng? I'm Zhang Weiguo."
Coach Zhang from the sports school.
"Hello, Coach Zhang."