Rebirth 79: I opened a bank in the United States

"I shouldn't be considered lost. I know the way back to Seattle, but I really don't know where this place is. I was just stopped here by the police."

Carter smiled. Regardless of whether the Microsoft in front of him was the Microsoft in the future, it would not prevent Carter from wearing a bright, spring-like smile in front of outsiders.

"Ha, I know, that blue Mustang GT! I saw you before, like a gust of wind, you rushed past me. At that time, I happened to go downstairs to buy a Coke..."

"I hope the wave of anger I caused didn't knock the Coke out of your hand..."

Carter almost covered his face with his hands. This first meeting was too awkward. This feeling of shame only lasted for less than a second before Carter changed the subject:

"I'm Carter Black. To apologize, how about I buy you a Coke? I'm just going to the supermarket to buy a Coke."

Actually I would rather have a bottle of ordinary mineral water...

But in order to cater to the hobby of fat house and to find out the details of this small company, Carter hypocritically changed his goals.

"Ah, okay. No, I mean, you don't have to apologize. In fact, your car doesn't drive very fast. Although I don't like drag racing, I like watching drag racing movies. You drive much slower than the drivers in the movie.

Yes, it has no effect on me!"

The fat brother trotted two steps closer to Carter. The pair of small eyes on the fat face looked particularly bright whether he was attracted by Coke or the stimulation of the sports car. Just talking like this...forget it, this kind of science and engineering man,

Why bother with him?!

"Hello Carter, I'm Paul, Paul Allen. You just said you were going back to Seattle, but why haven't I seen you? Ah, I am a native of Seattle. I have been growing up here. You and I are the same age.

Almost, I just wonder if we were classmates before..."

"I'm afraid that will disappoint you. I'm from Georgia. This trip to Seattle...well, it's my first self-driving trip around the United States. I hope to travel throughout the United States before entering college.

, or after graduation, I also plan to travel around the world!"

Carter will never admit the dark history of running into the wrong place. From now on, he is a brave road tripper, and coming to Washington State is part of his plan. It is definitely not a wrong place...

"Wow! Brother, you are so cool. The farthest I have ever been is Boston. You actually started traveling around the United States. Wait, did you just say before entering college? Are you still in high school?!"

As Paul was talking, he suddenly seemed to be choked and stared at Carter in stunned silence. Carter in front of him was wearing a green polo shirt, khaki casual pants, a pair of casual leather shoes with ventilation holes, and a bright head.

Her blond hair was slicked back casually. With this outfit, you told me you were a high school student?!

"Yeah, what's the problem? High school students can have a driver's license, right?"

Carter nodded doubtfully. He could tell that Paul was not very old. But he must be in his twenties. Logically speaking, he should not be much older than himself. He had already opened a company and was the boss. How could he still be like this?

Surprised?

"This is not a question of whether there are any problems, you have too many problems! Oh my god, you are almost ten years younger than me, and you...you, where do you get the money to play like this and have that cool car?

A sports car. Brother, are you the heir to a big company?"

Paul pointed at Carter with a look of disbelief on his face. Then his face turned red again. He looked at others and then at himself. After dropping out of college, he went to work in Boston, and then tricked his best friend into starting a company here with him.

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He had made a little money, and he didn't feel that he was doing badly before. But compared with Carter in front of him, Paul admitted that he was a lemon. He wanted that sports car too!

"No, my money was not given by my family. That Mustang was my father's car, but he has passed away, so this car belongs to me. Do you want Coke or Pepsi?"

Entering the supermarket, Carter opened the freezer filled with drinks and asked as he spoke.

"Pepsi! Thank you. Please bring me another bottle. I have a friend in the company. I'll bring him a bottle as well. I'll pay for this bottle."

It was just a bottle of Coke. Carter smiled and took out three bottles, with no intention of letting Paul pay. When he walked to the counter to pay, Paul was still chattering in his ears.

"Sorry, sorry, very sorry. I didn't know your father passed away. I thought your family was very rich, so I was very generous to you. Because I work to make money, I can't seem to afford such a good car..."

"It doesn't matter, the matter is over. I can be considered as making money while studying. Last month I made a fortune in the New York stock market. Let's go, I have already paid the money, there is no need to pay anymore."

Carter handed the two bottles of Coke to Paul and said with a smile. The current situation was a bit strange. Paul was obviously about ten years older than Carter, but the rhythm of the scene was almost completely dominated by Carter.

After following Carter out of the supermarket and taking the Coke from Carter, Paul asked another outrageous question:

"Thank you. Um... may I ask how much money you made in the stock market?"

In the United States, or around the world, the issue of personal income is a very sensitive and private matter. If someone tells you your true income, if it is low, they will lose face, and if it is high, you will lose face, so they will simply refuse to answer.

, both sides lose face. It can be said that no person with normal emotional intelligence would ask this question.

Carter knew that Paul, a straight man from science and engineering, might not have any malicious intent in asking this, but he just blurted it out out of curiosity. But the question is, aren't you looking for embarrassment?

"Well, I probably made hundreds of thousands."

Carter responded vaguely. The number was not exaggerated, and he did not refuse to answer, which was enough to save face. Unexpectedly, in Carter's view, this number was shrunk, but it still made Paul marvel.

"Hundreds of thousands! Oh my god, we send letters every day to collect collection from users who use our basic interpreter for free, but we can't collect this much money!"

"Wait, Paul, what did you just say? What interpreter?"

Carter doesn't know the development history of PC, and the only operating systems he knows about are windows, dos, etc. Very limited content. He has never heard of this basic, but the word "interpreter" is a bit like the decoder commonly used in software.

Yes. When he heard this word, Carter's ears perked up very sensitively.

"Basic interpreter, basic is the abbreviation of beginner's all-purpose symbolic instruction code. This is the language of the computer. That is, when we want the computer to do something. If you don't have it, you tell the computer, hey, brother, help me

Calculate how much 11 equals, but it doesn’t understand. You have to use basic language to translate what you want the computer to do into words that the machine can understand and tell it to the machine.”

When talking about his professional field, Paul, like many programmers in the future, talks openly. But fortunately, Carter can still understand what he said. Is this basic similar to C language or something?

"But now there are too many microcomputers, and each company has different language writing and logic habits. It often happens that a program that can run on this computer will not work on another computer. And the solution we do

A translator can solve this problem. You can think of it as a translator. It translates words that two computers cannot understand each other into instructions that both computers can understand. We are the best in this field.

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