Rebirth of the Wild Age

Shenghai, Internet cafe.

Two lost American otaku finally sent out a distress letter, and then waited for Ding Ming to reply to the e-mail.

It only took a few minutes before Ding Ming's email was sent back: "Why are you lost?"

Sergey sat down and cracked and knocked: "This morning, I went out with Larry. I only wanted to stroll around the hotel. But I walked away unconsciously and forgot the name of the hotel. Fortunately, I found out. An internet cafe. Ding, can you come to meet us?"

Ding Ming replied: "Call the administrator of the Internet cafe and I will ask him for his address."

"Okay." Sergey breathed a sigh of relief.

Ding Ming couldn't laugh or cry at the Time Cafe, and when he asked the store manager for the car keys, he drove the broken van to pick up people.

Larry and Sergey are quite leisurely, standing in Internet cafes to observe Chinese netizens going online.

Some people are in chat rooms, chatting and browsing the web. Some people are playing Red Alert and Warcraft, multiplayer links, yelling. There are also a few who are actually practicing operating office software. Wubi can be typed flying, and can type at least 250 words per minute.

"Wow, the magical Chinese input method," Larry exclaimed. "How do they convert letters into square pictographs?"

"I don't know," Sergey pointed at the text editing interface of a netizen, "I'm even more curious about the software they use. It's not Word, but Chinese software."

The webmaster has finished the e-mail communication and said in terrible English: "Youfriend, well, gohere, very quickly!"

Sergey actually understood it, and said in the Chinese that he had just learned: "Thank you!"

"Nothanks." The network manager smiled.

Sergey pointed to the computer screen and asked, "Is this Chinese word processing software?"

The network manager said dumbfounded: "What? Yousay slow down."

Sergey asked: "Why not word?"

"Oh, you said wps," the webmaster said with a thumbs up, "thischeseword, very good, very good!"

"Verygood!" Sergey followed with a thumbs up.

The webmaster smiled and said: "Yes, verygood, awesome!"

Sergey followed up and said: "Cheats?"

Network pipeline: "Yes, Niubi# is verygood."

"Cheats!" Sergey followed.

"Nice!" the webmaster shouted.

"Cheats!" Sergey also shouted.

Two fools.

Sergey triumphantly said to Ali: "I have learned another sentence of Chinese."

Ali vomited: "You have a talent for languages."

When Ding Ming came to the Internet cafe, Ali and Sergey were playing Warcraft 2 online, dumbfounding: "Hey, two friends, we should go."

"Wait a minute, this round is over! I'm about to win." Sergey was still busy operating.

"Man, you can never beat me." Larry also entered the state.

Ding Ming couldn't help rolling his eyes. This was a cross-border negotiation, and he had to wait for a game to be over.

A few minutes later, Sergey said "Fack", announcing the end of the game.

Ali put on his coat and asked, "Should I go back to the hotel first, or meet the Mr. Song?"

Ding Ming looked at his watch and said, "It was almost 12 o'clock when I drove to school. Mr. Song just finished class, and then we went to lunch together."

Sergei smiled: "Still in class, really a hardworking student."

In fact, there are basically no classes in the next semester of the senior year, and Song Weiyang is busy writing his graduation thesis. I have been reading the materials in the library in the morning, and I have basically determined the direction of the paper, and I will do social surveys later.

The three of them walked out of the Internet cafe and came to a dilapidated feces-yellow van.

"Get in the car." Ding Ming sat in the cab by himself.

Larry whistled, "Oh, this car is so cool!"

Ding Ming laughed: "Mr. Song's car, he has used it for two or three years. Does it feel surprised?"

Sergey asked: "Is this car worth 200 dollars?"

"When I first bought it, I spent 4,000 US dollars," Ding Ming said casually, "In China, only people who have no confidence in themselves will use luxury cars to increase their value. And Mr. Song is undoubtedly confident. He is not keen on luxury, he only cares about the true value of one thing."

"Sounds very special." Larry laughed.

The van drove slowly out of the city. If it encounters a traffic police check on the way, it would definitely not be able to leave, because Ding Ming didn't test his driver's license at all.

When driving past the Changyang Valley Science and Technology Park, Ding Ming pointed to the distance and introduced: "Did you see the construction site over there? Mr. Song's mobile phone production base is building a new factory. This is the only independent mobile phone brand in China with monthly sales close to 4000. Ten thousand dollars, and it's still growing. If you are interested, you can visit the factory tomorrow."

"We will." Sergey said.

The road conditions were bad and the road was bumpy, and finally came to Wujiaochang.

In 1998, Wujiaochen was relatively backward and looked like the 18th-line chest city more than 10 years later.

Larry said: "In my imagination, meeting a big boss who is willing to invest is to go to a large manor-style villa or walk into a skyscraper. I have to say that today’s experience made me feel better. Profound, maybe I won’t forget it in 20 years."

Ding Ming smiled and said: "Don't look at this place shabby, but there is a top 10 university in China, a top 20 university in China, and three top 30 universities in China nearby."

"Amazing!" Sergey said.

Larry pointed to the street suddenly: "Unbelievable, there is also KFC, Colonel Sanders)."

Ding Ming said: "It just opened a business not long ago, and it was not there when I was studying here."

The van stopped for a while at Fudan’s letter, and Ding Ming didn’t bother to call Song Weiyang, so he sat in the car and waited.

Waiting until Larry and Sergey were almost impatient, Ding Ming finally stretched out half of his body and waved: "Old Song, this way!"

Song Weiyang had a pile of periodicals and magazines in his hand, and he was walking and chatting with Lin Zhuoyun, who also held a book, and was following a bodyguard about ten meters behind him.

Ding Ming got out of the car with two Yankees and said in English: "This is Dr. Larry Page and Dr. Sergey Brin from Stanford University."

"I am studying for a Ph.D. I haven't graduated yet," Larry corrected, shaking hands and saying, "Hello, Mr. Song, I am glad to meet you. It is Larry Page."

"Hello, Peppa." Song Weiyang nodded and said.

Sergey also hurriedly came over to shake hands. Although he verbally disdains the capitalists, he is still quite worried.

Many years later, Sergey described it in an interview: "Successors in the 90s are often glamorous. They always wear suits, leather shoes, ties or bow ties, including Bill Gates and Steve Jobs." Which success? A businessman in China wears sweaters and trousers to talk about business. Song Cha is like this. He is more like a college student. He still has academic journals borrowed from the library, which is very different. I knew at the time that this person is similar to Wall Street’s Investors are fundamentally different, and Google’s acceptance of his investment may be the best ulcer."

"I have two American friends here, I want to talk to them about cooperation," Song Weiyang handed the magazine to Lin Zhuoyun, smiled, "Help me get it back to the store."

Lin Zhuoyun asked, "Do you still have to wait for you for dinner?"

"Well, as originally planned." Song Weiyang said.

A high-end Japanese restaurant opened in the city. Their original plan was to go early to try. Lin Zhuoyun hadn't eaten Japanese food when he grew up so old.

Lin Zhuoyun waved: "I'm waiting for you in the coffee shop."

This time I changed to Hong Weiguo as the driver, and drove everyone into the city again, and came to the corner of Yan'an Road and Lianyun Road-Hong Changxing's mutton soup.

Song Weiyang ordered two bottles of high-end immortal wine with a degree of 58 degrees, and ordered some lamb slices, beef shutters, vegetables and other things~www.wuxiamtl.com~ introduced: “This hot pot restaurant has a history of 107 years. Very good, I only discovered it last year."

White water pot soup base, copper pot, a bowl of dipping sauce.

Through the glass window, you can see a few large pieces of meat with long blades of rotten silver in their hands, one by one in a white porcelain plate.

Sergey said: "It looks unbelievable, the meat cutting technique is very artistic."

Song Weiyang got the bottle cap and smiled: "Taste this wine again, the white wine produced by my family winery."

Sergey drank half of the cup, and he was ecstatic, and said with a thumbs up, "Success!"

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Ali took a sip too, choked and coughed, frowning and sticking his tongue out, "It's too spicy."

Can the 58-degree Luzhou-flavor liquor not be strong?

Sergey is worthy of being a Soviet immigrant. Although he arrived in the United States at the age of 6, his father still retains his hairy lifestyle and has a unique hobby of spirits. This guy has done a few cups in a row, thinking that when he returns to the United States, he must take a few bottles with him.

The mutton was finally served. Song Weiyang rinsed the sliced ​​meat and said, “You can rinse it twice and then catch it. Don’t rinse it for too long, and then dipped it in to eat.”

Larry tried for a long time, and finally managed to add the slices of meat with chopsticks. He ate a piece and said, "Very tender and smooth, and the dipping sauce is great."

Hong Changxing’s dips are prepared with more than a dozen raw materials, which are relatively light and sweet, which does not meet Song Weiyang’s heavy taste requirements. However, they adjusted the food well, which has already broken the geographical limitation, and also hooked Song Weiyang, who likes spicy food.

Sergey also took a bite of lamb and gave a thumbs up again: "Cheat!"

Song Weiyang turned his head and asked Ding Ming, "Did you teach him?"

Ding Ming: ""

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