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Chapter 39 - Internet Café Legend: For Her, I’d Quit Legend of Mir

Chapter 39. Internet Café Legend: For Her, I’d Quit Legend of Mir

“I think…”

“For a company still in its growth phase…”

“The smartest approach is to solidify your domestic brand first.”

“Then leverage that influence…”

“To gradually expand outward.”

“That’s the most strategic path.”

“Stretching too far too fast…”

“Could cripple your cash flow.”

“Goldman Sachs may have invested $5 million…”

“But I suspect that’s pooled from smaller funds.”

Cai Chongxin sobered instantly.

How did he guess that?

This Li Mo…

Is downright terrifying.

“If you seek follow-up funding, Goldman might not bite.”

Li Mo didn’t elaborate.

Seeing Teacher Ma’s dismissive expression, he dropped it.

A man like Teacher Ma wouldn’t budge once his mind was set.

Whether he listened or not wasn’t Li Mo’s concern.

The advice had been given.

“I’ll remember that, Mr. Mo.”

Teacher Ma said he’d remember—

But had no intention of following it.

He’d push Alibaba’s rapid expansion regardless.

Later, a drunk Ma Tengyun dragged Teacher Ma to share a room.

“Teacher Ma…!”

“We’re rooming together tonight!”

“We need to discuss… salaries…”

Teacher Ma: “……”

———

By evening’s end, Yin Qiang and others asked Li Mo for QQ numbers.

Li Mo generously handed out premium accounts—

Even the kids got VIP IDs.

He knew these would be worth fortunes someday.

———

Teacher Ma soon left Shenzhen.

Alibaba’s HQ was in Hangzhou, where he spent most of his time.

This trip had been strictly business.

Three months passed swiftly.

Summer vacation had come and gone—

Throughout which Su Qingyan stayed as Li Mo’s secretary.

During this period…

Liu Pingping kept pressuring Su Qingyan about her “boyfriend” over calls.

But Su Qingyan remained tight-lipped—

Never revealing where she lived.

Her evasiveness frustrated both Su Xiaoxiao and Liu Pingping…

Yet they were powerless.

———

QQ’s userbase kept exploding, surpassing 2 million.

Organic growth was now self-sustaining.

While heading to an internet café to check engagement metrics, Li Mo got a notification:

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He joined without hesitation.

The chat buzzed:

“Professor Wang! When can we visit? QQ’s group chats are revolutionary!”

“We should organize a reunion—this makes planning effortless!”

“Wait—is that Li Mo?!”

“Heard you divorced the campus queen?”

Clearly, QQ groups had become gossip central.

A single message reached everyone instantly.

Li Mo simply replied “Yeah”—no point hiding it.

Then classmates noticed his QQ number:

3 digits.

“No way! How’d you get a 3-digit ID?!”

“I waited ages for a 7-digit one!”

“Got insider connections?!”

Even as middle-aged parents now, they were stunned.

Yin Qiang intervened:

“Just know our ‘Mr. Mo’ now drives a Rolls-Royce.”

The chat erupted.

Some asked about Li Mo’s work; others doubted.

After all, everyone remembered him as the man who’d lived off Su Xiaoxiao.

The campus queen was now worth tens of millions, her company nearing IPO.

Post-listing, her wealth would soar further.

Could Li Mo—a former nobody earning peanuts—really afford a Rolls post-divorce?

Li Mo ignored the noise, closing his laptop to visit the café.

QQ was wholly his empire—always priority #1.

En route, he checked future investment alerts:

“That abandoned property should pay out soon… ~¥300 million cash flow.”

Investing in Alibaba now wouldn’t be like backing the penniless Ma Tengyun earlier.

It’d require serious capital.

Combined with recent stock/commodity gains, his war chest was formidable.

———

Entering the café, nostalgia washed over him.

“One terminal, please.”

Walking through with his login slip, Li Mo observed:

Every screen had QQ running.

The software was now pre-installed on all café PCs.

Ahead, kids chatted eagerly with strangers.

Others boasted in group chats.

Some agonized over profile bios—typing, deleting, retyping.

QQ’s engagement had skyrocketed.

Taking a seat, Li Mo spotted the café’s legendary “King of Grind” nearby.

The man looked revitalized—eyes bright, posture confident.

“No more Legend of Mir?” Li Mo asked.

The online gaming market held insane profit potential—

A sector Li Mo had to enter.

But for now, Shengda monopolized China’s MMO space.

“The game’s fun, but she matters more,” the King said wistfully.

“QQ’s a miracle—it gave me love.”

“Without it, I’d never have met her.”

“20,000 pages of chat logs… our digital love story.”

“I found my soulmate here.”

“If I hold a sword in a game, I can’t hold her.”

“For her, I quit Legend.”

Li Mo smiled.

Love truly transformed people.

“Congratulations, brother.”

Glancing across the room, Li Mo noticed a female account named LonelyGirl messaging:

“Husband ”

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