Rebirth of the Industrial Internet

Sun Buqi arrived at the base and settled the little girl Jiaojiao, and Wen Polu followed.

When Sun Buqi was picking up his daughter, he hurriedly went through the discharge procedures and arrived at the destination just in time with the former.

Wen Polu, who had yet to recover from his minor injury, looked a little pale, but his expression was much calmer. At least there was no violent look on his face. He also gave up the idea of ​​giving up on himself, and tried his best to steady his steps in Haikou, and then slowly make plans.

Sun Buqi was angry and deliberately left Wen Polu aside and kept his head down busy with work in the studio.

After a while, he really forgot about the other party's existence. Employees kept coming up to inform him of his classes and vacation time; there were also classmates who came here because of his reputation, and peripheral personnel who came to settle the rent...

Wen Polu was restless on the sidelines. In order to show his presence, he helped with whatever he could, regardless of the pain in his fingers.

He kept speechless and secretly sighed: Little brother has really made a fortune recently! There are now more than 50 computers in the lobby on the first floor, and there are still about 50 free positions. It seems that the current scale is not enough, and 50 more computers will be added.

The lobby is about 00 square meters. According to the regulations of Internet cafes, each computer should occupy an area of ​​no less than square meters, and at least 100 computers must be placed.

This is not a commercial place, and computers can be placed more densely. Of course, this is a residential layout, so there are some restrictions, but 10-150 units should be more than enough.

When eating, the treatment Wen Polu and his daughter received were completely different.

Because Wen Qingqing was loved by Sun Buqi, everyone also loved Wu Jiwu, so they worked together to dress up the little girl like a little princess in a fairy tale.

Wen Polu's recent behavior was very displeasing to Sun Buqi. When he failed, he drowned his sorrows with wine and even ignored his little daughter. Later, he went so far as to commit suicide. These are not the actions of a mature man.

When Sun Buqi spoke, he made sarcastic remarks and carried guns and sticks; everyone was also very sensible, nodding awkwardly to Wen Polu as if he didn't exist.

After dinner, Wen Polu still stayed in the studio. The owner of the video store had changed, and his home was deserted. It was not as popular as here, and not as fun as here.

Most of the people in the studio were young men in their 00s, and they smiled at the little girl who often appeared next to them. With this pistachio, everyone talked and laughed, which actually improved efficiency.

Wen Polu was still a patient, enduring the physical pain, and still walked around the studio, talking to Qiong University students who were working on gold.

Although Sun Buqi didn't introduce him specifically, everyone knew that Wen Polu was his friend, so he didn't hide anything. He poured beans out of a bamboo tube and explained everything he knew.

In fact, even if they have something to hide, a simple college student will not be a match for the veteran in the shopping mall. He will be tricked in a few words and his trump card will be revealed.

When Sun Buqi saw that Wen Polu had no intention of leaving, he certainly wouldn't chase them away and was too lazy to be a bad person.

The father is injured, and there is an ignorant little daughter. When the two of them arrive home, who might take care of the other!

He said to Wen Polu: "Brother Wen, it's so late, so you can stay here today. You sleep in my room, and I'll spend the night on the chair, or go back to the dormitory to rest."

Sun Buqi suddenly remembered that he had not returned to his dormitory for nearly half a month. His roommates thought that he was running a black Internet cafe outside, and they argued and argued several times to come over and have a look, but they were all dismissed with a few words.

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In the end, Sun Buqi couldn't get over the sleepiness and lay down on the chair and fell asleep.

When he woke up, he found that he was covered with a jacquard blanket. He had never seen it in Li Ruoli's room. He didn't know whether it was Chen Jiachang or Xu Lili.

A shy girl like Chen Jiachang may not be able to do such intimate things; only a senior sister who can care for others would do such heartwarming things.

In fact, Sun Buqi had already guessed the answer, but not because he was possessed by Sherlock Holmes and relied on rigorous reasoning, but because he relied on his keen nose to distinguish the different body scents of several girls.

Early yesterday morning, Xu Lili waited for the study room to close before reluctantly returning. She was surrounded by students and faculty of Qiong University, and there were no other idle people. Safety was guaranteed, and girls dared to walk alone at night.

In Haikou in mid-November, the temperature in the early morning was only 18 degrees. Coupled with the humid sea breeze blowing by, the body temperature was even lower. Sun Buqi was a young man with strong energy, but in such weather, he was very likely to catch a cold.

Xu Lili saw Sun Buqi leaning on the chair and snoring slightly, so she went upstairs to take out her blanket and covered him, hiding her merit and fame.

The hall on the first floor is full of boys, and no one has the thought to pay attention to what's going on in the corner.

With so many computers and so many people in the hall, the indoor temperature is much higher than outside. Students in the evening shift can't stand it anymore and often lie down or lie down for half the night. Everyone usually covers their heads with their coats and wakes up.

After that, he was still full of energy and vitality.

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Sun Buqi was woken up by the sound of birds outside and the noise of shift change.

Before his rebirth, if he had stayed up all night writing, his body would have been like a machine that lacked lubricants, with wood all over his body, and he would have been in a daze all day, and it would have taken at least two days to fully recover.

Now after staying up for half the night, I still curl up in a chair to sleep. I just need to soothe my numb joints, make a "quacking" sound, and take a cold shower on my face. It's another refreshing day.

While eating breakfast, Wen Polu hesitated, and finally sighed softly. The store was gone, and the business was gone. I really don't know what the future holds, and how the father and daughter will face their new life.

Sun Buqi also discovered this problem and took the initiative to ask, "Brother Wen, what will you do in the future? Continue to open a video store, or switch to the Tomato Garden CD business?"

Wen Polu struggled for a moment, and finally let out a long sigh,

"Brother has finally realized that I am not entrepreneurial at all! When my finger heals, I may help other stores or work in a factory. But don't worry, I will definitely pay back the money I owe you;

If you want it now, I will sell the house I live in now and give it back to you!"

Sun Buqi was moved in his heart and took the initiative to suggest, "Brother Wen, if you don't mind it, just help me here first; if it feels inappropriate and you are not satisfied with the conditions here, then think of another way. Jiaojiao is still young, and your fingers

It's inconvenient now, and I'm afraid there will be sequelae. There are many people here, so we can take care of each other."

Wen Polu wanted to refuse, but he couldn't. Who would let him owe the other party money? But when he thought of working for his former little brother, he really couldn't save his dignity.

For more than a month, he was a small boss, with a shop, a house, a daughter, and a pretty good small business; Sun Buqi had nothing, wore cheap clothes, and spent a long time buying a bucket of whiteboard CDs.

Just to save a few bucks.

More than a month later, his shop was gone, his business was down, and his hand was disabled. Sun Buqi had 50 computers and was doing a good business, and in turn extended an olive branch to recruit.

In the past, it was Hedong in thirty years, and Hexi in thirty years; now we are in the information age, and in less than two months, things have changed, and things and people have changed. (To be continued)