Chapter 101 First Clues Emerge "If what An'an said is true..."
“If we follow what An’an said, we can actually develop it together with video websites.” Mingming’s brother, Senlan, came to Sang Zhitao’s place early in the morning. After listening to her explain the concept of modern microblogs and the concept of short video platforms, Senlan couldn’t help but applaud.
"Short videos need people's desire to share to go viral. Only by sharing their own lives will people pay attention to other people's lives." Sang Zhitao thought of the otaku nature of the Bubble People and quickly reminded them.
“Many companies have already started making long-form videos,” Senlan said with a sigh.
Sang Zhitao said with a smile, "Once you choose a direction, you won't be afraid of challenges from others."
Senlan sat up straight and looked at her with interest: "How so?"
Sang Zhitao thought for a moment and then explained the styles of several video websites she had seen on Earth one by one.
Senlan's eyes lit up as she listened, and she kept clapping her hands and exclaiming, "Great, great, great!"
"Thank you so much, I know what to do next." Before Sang Zhitao could speak, Senlan held her hand and thanked her repeatedly.
Sang Zhitao was surprised by his excitement and quickly replied politely, "It's nothing, it's nothing, you're too kind."
Mingming watched as the two finished speaking before raising her hand to her brother in a threatening gesture, saying, "A verbal thank you won't do!"
Senlan smiled indulgently and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, don't worry."
After pondering for a moment, Senlan said to Sang Zhitao, "An'an, how about this, I'll give you five percent of the shares?"
Sang Zhitao was taken aback at first, and before she could answer, Mingming gave her a reproachful look: "That's too little, brother."
Senlan glanced at her sideways, her tone filled with doting: "How much do you want?"
After considering it for a moment, Mingming said, "How about... twenty percent?"
"This...it's hard to explain to the board of directors." Senlan frowned, looking troubled.
"Huh?" Mingming was stunned for a moment before asking him with surprise, "Aren't you giving me shares in the new company?"
Senlan rolled her eyes at her: "An'an's idea is so valuable, how could I only give her shares in the new company? It's five percent of the group."
"Wow!" Mingming quickly grabbed Sang Zhitao's hand and said excitedly, "Quickly say yes! It's rare for my brother to be so generous!"
Sang Zhitao twitched her lips, but didn't refuse, after all, you can never have too much money.
Senlan was also very straightforward, and directly arranged for someone to prepare the contract and send it over.
"I'll arrange for someone to handle the share transfer at the administrative center. You just need to wait to receive your dividends," Senlan said with a smile after she signed the papers.
Sang Zhitao didn't say anything more and nodded in agreement.
After finishing everything, Senlan looked at Mingming and sighed, saying with a helpless tone, "You should also take some time to go home and visit your family. Don't be out playing all day."
Mingming raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes: "Just wait, I'll go back when I have time."
Seeing her like this, Senlan shook her head helplessly: "Whatever."
"Let's go, let's go." Mingming pushed his bubble, leading him all the way outside.
After everyone left, Sang Zhitao looked at Mingming curiously and asked, "Speaking of which, it seems that it's rare to see bubble people like you who are related."
Mingming paused for a moment, then said awkwardly, "We are all relatives, but not blood relatives."
"It's okay, isn't it? It's perfectly normal for me to form a family and have children," Sang Zhitao replied nonchalantly.
Upon hearing her words, Mingming's expression changed drastically. He quickly grabbed her arm and asked urgently, "Where did you see a family?"
Sang Zhitao looked at her blankly, and hesitated before saying, "I just saw it by chance before, there's nothing wrong with that, right?"
Mingming, however, was biting her nails absentmindedly with a pale face until she saw the worry in Sang Zhitao's eyes. Only then did she force a smile and reply, "It's okay, just pretend you never saw anything."
"Why? Is family... a strange thing? Without family, there are no offspring, otherwise where do bubble people come from?" Sang Zhitao stared intently at her, speaking as if it were unintentional, but she felt as if she had touched on some key point.
Mingming choked, looking at her with some surprise: "You don't know?"
Sang Zhitao frowned slightly, looking at Mingming with curiosity and asking, "What should I know?"
His eyes were unreadable, and after a long while he smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing."
Sang Zhitao felt a chill run down her spine from Mingming's gaze just now. She paused for a moment before asking, "I helped a little girl yesterday too."
Mingming immediately returned to normal, as if nothing had happened, and said, "Not bad, now you have a formal income."
"She had zero income and was just a bullied little girl. I helped her clean up the bubbles." Sang Zhitao didn't pursue the matter any further.
"It's okay, it's a good start at least," Mingming said with a smile.
Sang Zhitao didn't reply this time, she just smiled.
The two seemed to have lost their desire to communicate for a moment, and the entire clinic fell silent.
Sang Zhitao looked down as she flipped through the medical brochure in her hand.
Mingming looked down at her fingertips, seemingly lost in thought.
After an unknown amount of time, Mingming sighed deeply: "An'an, some things are better left unsaid."
Sang Zhitao paused for a moment before seemingly saying unintentionally, "Some things just won't appear in front of me even if I don't want them to."
He stared at her expressionlessly, the shadow cast by his beautiful short hair obscuring half of her face, revealing his extremely cold eyes.
"Who exactly are you..." she asked coldly.
Sang Zhitao's fingertips trembled. She was the first person in this other world to directly question her identity, which made her somewhat uneasy.
Sang Zhitao raised her head slightly, looked at her friend who had been perfectly fine just moments before, and said with surprise, "I'm An'an."
Mingming smirked coldly: "You're not An'an, who lives in the bubble world. You must know why family is a restriction."
Sang Zhitao raised an eyebrow: "Why would An'an know? She's an orphan, and a colorful bubble person living on the fringes. How could she know things that others don't?"
"How could an orphan not know?" Mingming's eyes grew even colder.
“Because…” Sang Zhitao looked at her, deliberately drawing out her voice, “Many people don’t know this.”
The cold smile on her face vanished, and she looked at Sang Zhitao for a long time before finally saying, "What did you find out?"
Sang Zhitao shook her head: "I didn't find anything, I was just a little curious."
He looked at her but didn't reply.
"I tried posting a few threads on the forum, some were blocked, and others were answered by people who acted as if it were perfectly normal." Sang Zhitao frowned, thinking of the information she had accidentally found online yesterday. "I'm curious, is this word some kind of taboo?"
Mingming stared at her, without answering her question: "Where is the original An'an?"
Sang Zhitao paused, then shook her head: "Why do you think I'm not An'an? I am her."
Mingming stared at her intently for a while before covering his face and saying helplessly, "Oh well, that's fate."
Without waiting for Sang Zhitao's reply, she turned to leave, but stopped just before leaving the door: "You... take care of yourself."
Watching Mingming leave, Sang Zhitao frowned deeply. She didn't understand why "family" was a taboo, nor did she understand why An'an, an orphan, should know things that ordinary people didn't, and she didn't understand why Mingming's emotions changed so much because of this.
She sighed, rubbed her temples, and felt that the sweet and cozy everyday life she had initially longed for was gone forever.
Surprisingly, things remained peaceful for a while afterward. Sang Zhitao also used the plot of the original work to save many neighbors, so everyone gradually lost their prejudice against colored bubbles.
At least on 46th Street, everyone agrees that Dr. An An, the pink-bubble doctor, is a kind and gentle doctor.
However, something else surprised Sang Zhitao: after treating several bubbles, she still hadn't returned to Earth. Her initial guess, based on the plot development, that treating patients was the opportunity to travel back in time, was proven wrong.
"What exactly went wrong?" Sang Zhitao looked at the palm-sized bubble ball in her hand, her face full of confusion.
This is her twentieth bubble model. To avoid wasting materials, she tried all of these experiments using scaled-down versions, but unfortunately, none of them were successful.
She asked people online again, but unfortunately no one could reply to her.
Looking at the results in her hand, Sang Zhitao rubbed her temples, wondering if her attempt was the right one.
"Ding ding." Just as she was beginning to doubt herself, a message notification sounded from the forum.
Curious, she opened the forum and saw a new reply notification.
Sang Zhitao initially thought it was just another online comment, but it turned out to be a detailed analysis from a professional.
After reading through the entire 10,000-word analysis word by word, Sang Zhitao picked up the materials and started working on it again.
After making these revisions, Sang Zhitao added the other person as a friend and sent them her various questions.
The other person seemed to be an extremely gentle person. Not only did they answer Sang Zhitao's questions carefully, but they also pointed out some things that she had not noticed.
More than twenty days passed in this way. Sang Zhitao looked at the palm-sized bubble ball in front of her and couldn't help but feel nervous.
She carefully followed the instructions in the document to wake up the bubble model. Soon, the bubble ball swelled to half the height of a person, and Sang Zhitao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's done, it's done!" Looking at the finished product, Sang Zhitao was so excited that tears were about to flow.
After carefully shrinking the bubble model, Sang Zhitao gripped the bubble ball tightly, her eyes shining brightly.
She had a premonition that she would be able to return to Earth using this technology, and that technological innovation represented the opportunity for her to travel through time.
However, her biggest challenge now is how to further upgrade the technology based on what she has already achieved with all her might.
After all, Sang Zhitao didn't want to only be able to return to this world once.
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