Rebirth of the Industrial Internet

Faced with such confusing rhetoric, Zhang Liang's face turned red with anger, and he stammered in reply, "You... are simply slanderous!"

Turning around, facing Sun Buqi and the others, he said solemnly, "Mr. Sun, Sister Han, please believe me, I am not that kind of person!"

Sun Buqi patted Zhang Liang on the shoulder and snorted coldly at the landlady, "Please stop your performance! You think everyone is the same as you and are greedy for money; for the sake of money, you can even deny your mother."

The landlady's eyes widened and her words showed disdain, "Zhang Liang, you have only been here for a week, and your monthly salary is less than 1,000. How can you get the money to deduct it? If you just slap your butt and leave, where can I go to ask for payment?"

Pointing at the bill, he yelled at Sun Buqi, "If you don't have money, don't pretend to be a big clove of garlic! It's only natural to pay back the debt. If you want to eat the King's meal, have you asked me?"

Sun Buqi glanced at the bill and smiled scornfully, "The Yin Yang menu is so fun. It's a pity that you don't know that you can also take photos with your mobile phone now. Before ordering, I took the photos and kept the evidence. Your home

The medicinal wine sold was not registered, right? There are also aquariums, and the products sold are wild protected animals? Should we take it to court?"

The proprietress obviously lacked confidence, but she still said stubbornly, "Under the emperor's feet, we all act according to the rules. How can we dare to do anything illegal and criminal..."

Han Qing directly took out the phone and asked calmly: "Jianzi, do you know about the newly opened restaurant next to our community?... They charged me 500 yuan for three dishes, and it was stolen from our factory workers.

." He handed the phone to the landlady and said, "I want you to answer the phone!"

The proprietress originally thought that these people were fellow villagers of Zhang Liang and had no followers in the capital, so she dared to open her mouth. When she heard Han Qing's call, she immediately regretted it.

After hanging up the phone, the landlady put on a smile and said, "This girl is a local, why didn't you tell me earlier? The flood has really destroyed the Dragon King Temple, I'll treat you to this meal!"

Han Qing gave a contemptuous look and left proudly.

Sun Buqi hurriedly caught up and raised his thumb, "Qingqing, you are so domineering. I respect you as a man...who is Jianzi?"

Han Qing's face changed, "Jianzi is the child of my grandmother's neighbor. He is a few years older than me. He has always been the leader of the children in Shougang Factory. Now he is half black and half gray. Such a man in the market is a piece of meat. Go official.

Channels require constant wrangling, wasting time and energy.”

When encountering such an unreasonable person, it is really a scholar meeting a soldier, and there is no reason to explain. Perhaps Han Qing's handling method is more efficient.

…

Zhang Liang yelled several times and trotted after him, speaking excitedly and incoherently, "Mr. Sun, Sister Han, it's really not me. I'm not that kind of person."

Sun Buqi shrugged, "I don't blame you. Your landlady and I had a little quarrel on the road. I just didn't expect that she was so petty and she will retaliate."

Zhang Liang breathed a sigh of relief, "After you left, I said on the spot that I would quit my job and I would not take any salary."

Sun Buqi smiled like a big bad wolf and said sincerely, "Fellow, follow me. I have a colleague who is also a veteran. You should have something in common."

He still didn't know about Wen Polu's gathering of several comrades.

Zhang Liang looked embarrassed, "My comrades and I have already agreed that I will practice my cooking skills and then we will open a restaurant together."

Sun Buqi nodded, "This is easy to handle. I'm thinking of opening a specialty restaurant in Beijing. After a while, the chain franchise model will be developed. Just call him then."

Zhang Liangming nodded and reluctantly agreed.

…

Han Qing, "During the Spring Festival, I kept thinking nonsense. If you don't want me, I will open a braised chicken and rice restaurant as a memory."

Sun Buqi said, "I'm not stupid, nor am I blind."

Han Qing sighed with emotion, "This Valentine's Day, I have someone to accompany me, and I am finally not alone."

Sun Buqi's mind was spinning, always feeling that something was wrong, something had changed, and then he remembered: Chen Shijun kept saying that on the 14th of the month, the website would be set up and the first short video would be uploaded.

…

After more than a month of adjustment, Bi Sheng became accustomed to the entrepreneurial culture of young Americans and integrated into the entrepreneurial team.

Less than half a month after arriving, Zhang Yang has obviously lost a lot of weight.

He suppressed his nausea, swallowed a slice of pizza, and kept complaining, "The local Pizza Hut seems to be different from the domestic one. I thought that people in developed countries would party every day, enjoy the sun, the beach, and beautiful women. How could they expect to work overtime every day?"

I don’t even have time to go to the beach.”

Bi Sheng also likes the chatty little fat guy. At least he has someone to talk to and share the pressure of starting a business. Although he didn't invest a penny, he didn't treat himself as an outsider.

He wiped his hands and said, "Little fat man, you have to learn to cook for yourself. You have already lost ten pounds. If you lose any more weight, I can't explain it to your boss!"

Zhang Yang scratched his head and sneered, "I was not used to the climate a while ago, and I am homesick for the New Year, but things will get better later. The labor intensity here is too intense, and I have to work at least 15 hours a day, which is really scary."

Bi Sheng nodded, with a look of emotion on his face, "We have all been deceived by "Readers" and "Zhiyin". Academic studies in American public schools are very easy, and students in private schools are more tired than in China. It is really common for students to sleep early in the morning. In Silicon Valley

, it’s common to stay up late and work overtime. It’s only 9 o’clock in the evening, and you still have to work for five hours. How about a cup of Italian espresso?”

Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled naively, "The coffee is too strong and I can't drink it."

Bi Sheng smiled and did not reveal the truth of the matter.

At home, both of them belong to high-income families; here, they can barely support their families.

The oil turtles do not pay wages, so the two of them can only get domestic wages; according to the ratio of 1 US dollar to 8 RMB, everyone belongs to the low-income group.

Chen Shijun's beard is thicker and messier, his eyes are bloodshot, and he is as energetic as a chicken. "When will Sun come to California? I hope the website will be online so that he can be there to witness this period of history with his own eyes."

Bi Sheng shook his head, "It's all a technical issue now. He doesn't understand this. He just has to be responsible for paying. If he didn't come, everyone might be happier."

Chen Shijun nodded and laughed, "Investors who pay silently and don't point fingers are the partners that all entrepreneurs dream of! Because of this, we should let him see that his money is not in vain!"

Bi Sheng sighed generously, "Our office is actually an ordinary house plus a garage; I heard that the same is true for Amazon's headquarters, the walls are still made of rough cement. In China, companies large and small, regardless of whether they are profitable or not, in offices, vehicles, etc.

A huge amount of money will be spent on the facade project.”

Chen Shijun waved his fist and encouraged everyone, "I believe we will succeed. Then there will be milk, bread, beauties, and luxury cars."

Even in Silicon Valley, the success rate of starting a business is less than 1 in 10.

Prior to this, Chen Shijun's business venture had failed twice. No one can guarantee whether it will be the third time for you to be an idiot?!

Bi Sheng shrugged, noncommittal, and Sun Buqi began to worry. (To be continued)