Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Chapter 86 Limitations of the Internet

Chapter 86 The Limitations of the Internet (Please continue reading)

Inside the room, Doraemon was like a starving ghost reincarnated, his round hands constantly grabbing food and frantically stuffing it into his mouth.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Lin An leaned back on the sofa armrest, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, watching the chubby blue robot wolfing down its food, his brow twitching.

Doraemon mumbled a response, gulped down half a cup of water to swallow the contents of his mouth, then grabbed two char siu buns and started eating them with both hands.

They looked just like refugees who had just returned from a famine.

Lin An was speechless for a moment, wondering if this was a journey of wandering.

How did you get to Shanghai?

Yes, he was more curious about the means by which Doraemon came than the reason for Doraemon's arrival.

Trains and airplanes require ID cards, and driving requires a driver's license. He really couldn't figure out how this Doraemon had traveled over a thousand kilometers from Beijing to appear at the door of his hotel room in Shanghai.

Surely it wasn't a bicycle?

"I came by long-distance bus."

While eating, Doraemon complained, "There are thieves everywhere here! My luggage, wallet, phone, and even the scarf around my neck were all stolen!"

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Ah, this... Lin An fell silent, his lips moving slightly.

Although he shouldn't be, why does he just want to laugh right now?

Hold it in... It's wrong to gloat over a friend's suffering... At least don't laugh out loud... Lin An let out a soft breath and asked, "What made you decide to come find me?"

Doraemon pursed his lips, still shaken, and said, "Uncle keeps a hamster at home."

Lin An's lips twitched; he understood.

He coughed, trying hard to suppress a laugh: "Didn't you tell them you were afraid of this?"

Doraemon was silent for a few seconds, then unconsciously scratched his head, his voice muffled: "Your sister seems to really like that hamster, but I'm a little embarrassed to say it."

Is it really necessary to be so gentle? You're all so noble, I'm truly ashamed... Lin An sighed inwardly, then said, "Why don't you just move in with Old Man Zhao?"

Mentioning this only made things worse; Doraemon's eyes immediately welled up with tears, and he burst into tears, saying, "I want to too! But Uncle Zhao's house has rats, I'm too scared to go in!"

Lin An finally couldn't hold back and coldly retorted, "Serves you right! Who told you to eat so many dorayaki!"

He wasn't surprised at all that there were mice in the convenience store.

The way this person ate dorayaki was absolutely insane.

This stuff is so fragrant and sweet that if even a tiny bit of it is left in the room, it will immediately attract a swarm of ants. And with the way someone eats it, it's only a matter of time before it attracts rats.

Doraemon snorted, turned around, leaving only his round back to him.

"Since you're here, that's good."

Lin An removed the dimensional pocket from the inside of his clothes and tossed it to Doraemon: "Return it to its rightful owner. You're more suited to this than a wallet."

Doraemon turned his head, looked at the crescent-shaped pocket on the table, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just carefully tied the pocket in front of him and muttered, "I don't actually need it."

Lin An didn't reply, but picked up his coffee and took a sip, the bitterness spreading on his tongue.

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Doraemon secretly glanced at him, and seeing that he didn't seem angry, he grew bolder: "I recently made a website that might be helpful to you."

Lin An glanced at him and asked curiously, "What website?"

"A video sharing website where people can watch movies and TV shows, share their opinions, and comment."

Doraemon smiled and said, "Once this website is completed, your future works will have another channel for playback, and it won't be so easy for those people to bully you anymore."

Lin An's pupils contracted slightly. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed, "Can't you think about yourself before you do anything?"

Doraemon paused for a moment, then asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Lin An shook his head without answering, but said helplessly, "I appreciate your kindness, but some things in this world aren't yours just because you make them."

He leaned back on the sofa, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest twice: "These days, there's practically no regulation of internet companies in China. Your ideas and creativity have absolutely no chance of being protected."

Lacking channels for monetization, it is also unlikely that they will obtain bank financing.

Doraemon's round eyes slowly widened, the char siu bao in his hand dangling in mid-air, forgotten to be bitten.

Lin An glanced at him and sneered, "From the first day I met you, I thought about monetizing internet technology. Later I found out that it's simply not feasible."

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He said, "Currently, national policy development focuses on traditional manufacturing industries such as real estate, automobiles, and ships. The Internet is not given much attention. In this environment, no matter how advanced your system is, you are just doing odd jobs for other capital. You make a website, and tomorrow someone will copy ten of them."

Patent fees?

There's no joy in getting something for free compared to spending money.

Nowadays, the only way to monetize creativity is through technology as equity, which means becoming deeply tied to a company.

This process also requires guarding against the boss kicking you out at any moment, because once an idea is controlled by someone else, the initiator has little value.

Doraemon listened in a daze, his round face gradually turning pale.

"Then...then all my hard work these past few days has been for nothing?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Seeing his appearance, Lin An couldn't bring herself to say "more or less" that was on the tip of her tongue.

He considered his words for a moment before speaking again: "It wasn't a complete waste of time."

Doraemon's head twitched slightly.

"You can first build the website framework and refine the core technologies."

Lin An counted on his fingers and said, "For example, video compression, streaming media transmission, user data management... the deeper you go into these fundamental aspects, the harder it is for others to copy them."

He paused for a moment, then softened his tone: "As long as the technological barrier is deep enough, we can launch it when the time is right, and others won't be able to copy it."

Doraemon nodded repeatedly, but still couldn't help pouting, saying sullenly, "That will take a long time."

Seeing his pitiful look, Lin An said, "If you really can't wait, you can try a different approach."

Doraemon looked up.

"You can package your website idea and license it to a foreign company through a technology partnership."

Lin An leaned back on the sofa, gently resting his chin on his right hand: "You provide the technology, they provide the resources and marketing channels. After the website goes live, you can obtain the corresponding usage rights and revenue sharing through a contract."

Doraemon's eyes lit up, but then he quickly realized something and said dejectedly, "But we don't know any foreigners at all."

Lin An thought for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips: "That's not necessarily true."