Future Phone – Part One

[Chapter 19: Expert Level]

Holding 13,000 ready-made LOGO templates, sitting cat-like in front of the computer, scratching his head and rubbing his nose, completely unsure how to proceed.

“5,800 yuan, that’s five months of my salary,” he mumbled, moving the mouse around the software interface, opening the webpage to check the design requirements. Then, he opened the “natural” category in the software menu and found “rainbow”.

“This is so frustrating.” There were 107 LOGO templates related to rainbows. In Hao Yunyang’s novice eyes, all 107 looked beautiful, but he couldn’t distinguish which was steady, simple, imposing, or visually impactful…

Although it was now late and Hao Yunyang was almost falling asleep, he gritted his teeth and persevered, looking at the bright red Arabic numerals on the webpage.

At the very least, he wanted to earn back the cost of this computer, receiving the files, and the phone call to his son. Holding onto this belief, Hao Yunyang carefully selected from the 107 ready-made templates.

Time passed minute by minute, and Hao Yunyang’s eyelids gradually drooped. By 4 AM, he still couldn’t break free from his indecision. In frustration, he closed his eyes and began clicking randomly with the mouse.

“Casting a wide net, focusing on key catches. If I don’t win this bid, I’ll… ah…” He yawned, generating LOGO designs and sending them all to the website in one go, then clicked submit before collapsing asleep on his greasy desk.

“5,800 yuan, 5,800 yuan!” Over on another side, Liu Ming, who considered himself a genius, sat red-eyed in front of the computer, using Photoshop to desperately conceptualize a design, muttering continuously – perhaps this was the key to keeping him going through the night.

I’ll translate the text into English, following the specified requirements:

At six o’clock in the morning, birds were already chirping on the power lines outside the window. Looking at the results of his night’s work, Liu Ming nodded with great satisfaction. He casually opened a webpage and clicked refresh, preparing to upload his work, but unexpectedly…

“Damn it!” A furious curse burst from Liu Ming’s clenched teeth. Looking at the word “ended” on the webpage, his already reddened eyes nearly popped out, his fists clenched and veins bulging on his arms: “Conspiracy! A blatant conspiracy! I… I want to file a complaint!”

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