Rebirth of the Wild Age

Sheng Hai, Internet cafe.

Two lost American nerds finally sent out a distress letter, and waited stupidly for Ding Ming to reply to the email.

It only took a few minutes for Ding Ming's email to be sent back, "Why did you get lost?"

Sergey sat down and typed "This morning, I went out with Larry. I just wanted to walk around the hotel. But I accidentally walked away and forgot the name of the hotel. Fortunately, I found a hotel. Internet coffee shop. Ding, can you pick us up?"

Ding Ming wrote back and said, "Call the administrator of the Internet cafe, and I'll ask him for his address."

"Okay." Sergey breathed a sigh of relief.

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

Larry and Sergey were quite leisurely, standing in the Internet cafe and observing Chinese netizens surfing the Internet.

Some people are in chat rooms, browsing the web while chatting. Some people are playing "Red Alert" and "Warcraft", multi-person links, yelling. There are also a few who are actually practicing the operation of office software, and they can type at least 250 characters per minute.

"Wow, amazing Chinese input method," Larry exclaimed, "how did they convert the letters into square pictographs?"

"I don't know," Sergey shook his head, and pointed to a netizen's text editing interface, "I'm more curious about the software they use. It's not Word, it should be a Chinese native software."

The webmaster has ended the email communication, saying in terrible English "you friend...uh, well...that go here, very very quickly!"

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

"No thanks." The network administrator laughed.

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

The network administrator said dumbfounded, "What? You say slow down."

Sergey asked "Why not word?"

"Oh, you said wps," the network administrator said with a thumbs up, "this cheese word is awesome, very gd!"

"Very gd!" Sergey then gave a thumbs up.

The network manager smiled and said, "Yes, very gd, awesome!"

Sergey then said, "Cheat?"

Net pipe "Yes, awesome! Awesome is very gd."

"Cheat!" Sergey followed suit.

"Awesome!" the network administrator shouted.

"Cheat!" Sergey also shouted.

Two idiots.

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

Ali complained, "You are very talented in languages."

When Ding Ming came to the Internet cafe, Ali and Sergey were playing "Warcraft 2" online. They couldn't laugh or cry, "Hey, two friends, we should go."

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

"Dude, you'll never beat me." Larry got into it too.

Ding Ming couldn't help but want to roll his eyes. This is a cross-border negotiation, and he still has to wait for a game to finish.

A few minutes later, Sergey's "Fack" announced the end of the game.

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

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

Sergey smiled and said, "Still in class, what a hardworking student."

In fact, there were basically no classes in the second semester of senior year, and Song Weiyang was busy writing his graduation thesis. I have been browsing materials in the library in the morning, and basically determined the direction of the thesis, and I will do social surveys after a while.

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

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

Larry whistled "Oh, that's a cool car!"

Ding Ming laughed loudly, "Mr. Song's car has been used for two or three years. Isn't it surprising?"

Sergey asked "Is this car worth $200?"

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

"Sounds special." Larry laughed.

The van drove slowly out of the urban area. If it encountered a traffic police inspection on the way, it would definitely not be able to leave, because Ding Ming had never taken a driver's license test.

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 of nearly 40 million. US dollars, and it is still growing. If you are interested, you can go to the factory tomorrow to see."

"We will," Sergey said.

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

Wujiaochang in 1998 was still relatively backward, and it looked like a small county on the 18th line more than 10 years later.

Larry said, "In my imagination, meeting a big boss who is willing to invest should be going to a manor-style villa, or walking into a skyscraper. I have to say that today's experience left a deep impression on me. , maybe 20 years from now you won’t forget it.”

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

"Amazing!" said Sergey.

Larry suddenly pointed to the side of the street, "It's unbelievable, there's Colonel Sanders (KFC) here."

Ding Ming said, "It just opened not long ago, and it didn't exist when I was studying here."

The van stopped at the gate of Fudan University for a while, and Ding Ming didn't bother to call Song Weiyang, so he just sat in the car and waited.

After waiting until Larry and Sergey were getting impatient, Ding Ming finally stretched out half of his body and waved, "Old Song, this way!"

Song Weiyang was holding a stack of borrowed periodicals in his hands, and was walking and chatting with Lin Zhuoyun, who was also holding books, with a bodyguard about ten meters behind him.

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

"I'm studying for a Ph.D., but I haven't graduated yet," Larry corrected, shaking hands and saying, "Hello, Mr. Song, nice to meet you. My name is Larry Page."

"Hello, Paige." Song Weiyang nodded.

Sergey also hurried over to shake hands. Although he verbally disdained the capitalists, he was still quite nervous.

Many years later, Sergey described it in an interview like this: "The successful people in the 1990s were often glamorous. They always wore suits, leather shoes, ties or bow ties, including Bill Gates and Jobs. No one was successful. A businessman, he would wear a sweater and jeans to discuss business. Song is just like this, he is more like a college student, holding an academic journal borrowed from the library, which is very different. I knew at that time that this person has nothing to do with Wall Street investment There are fundamental differences between the two, and it may be the best choice for Google to accept his investment..."

"Two American friends are here. I want to discuss cooperation with them." Song Weiyang handed the magazine to Lin Zhuoyun and smiled, "Help me take it back to the store."

Lin Zhuoyun asked, "Then do I have to wait for you for dinner?"

"Well, according to the original plan." Song Weiyang said.

A high-end Japanese food restaurant has newly opened in the urban area. Their original plan was to try something new together. Lin Zhuoyun has never eaten Japanese food since she was so old.

Lin Zhuoyun waved and said, "I'll wait for you in the coffee shop."

This time, Hong Weiguo was replaced as the driver, and he drove everyone into the city again, to the corner of Yan'an Road and Lianyun Road - Hong Changxing's boiled mutton.

Song Weiyang ordered two bottles of 58-degree high-end immortal wine, and ordered some mutton slices, beef louvers, vegetables, etc., and introduced, "This hot pot restaurant has a history of 107 years, and the taste is very good. I only bought it last year. found."

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

Through the glass window, you can still see a few master chefs, holding meat with long rotten silver blades, and stacking meat piece by piece on a white porcelain plate.

Sergey said, "It looks very delicious, and the way the meat is cut is very artistic."

Song Weiyang unscrewed the bottle cap and said with a smile, "Try this wine again, the baijiu produced by my family winery."

Sergey drank half of the cup in one gulp, immediately felt ecstatic, and said with a thumbs up, "Fraud!"

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Ali also took a sip, coughed until he choked, frowned and stuck out his tongue and said, "It's too spicy."

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

Sergey is worthy of being an immigrant from the Soviet Union. Although he came to the United States at the age of 6, his father still retains the living habits of Maozi, and he also has a unique hobby for spirits under his influence. This guy drank several glasses in a row, thinking that when he returned to the United States, he must bring a few bottles back.

The mutton was finally served, and Song Weiyang rinsed the sliced ​​meat and said, "Shoot it twice in this way and then fish it out. Don't boil it for too long, then dip it and eat it."

Larry tried for a long time, and finally managed to add up the meat slices with chopsticks. He ate a piece and said, "It's very tender and smooth, and the dipping sauce is also great."

Hong Changxing's dipping sauce is prepared with more than ten kinds of raw materials, which is relatively light and sweet, which does not meet Song Weiyang's heavy taste requirements. But they cook well, which has broken the geographical limitations, and hooked Song Weiyang, who likes spicy food.

Sergey also took a bite of the mutton, and gave a thumbs up again, "Cheat!"

Song Weiyang turned his head and asked Ding Ming, "You taught him?"

Ding Ming "..."