Reinventing the Millennium

Most of the time, Fang Zhuo is a calm person.

But now that he was being stared at by three or four hundred pairs of eyes, being looked at by the flowers and pillars of the future pillars of the motherland, he still felt that he was being careless.

In particular, the camera at the end gave him a fleeting worry about exposure.

The entire multimedia classroom is almost full, and only the first row has room left.

The four people who opened the door and walked in near class time bravely sat in the first row under the eyes of students and teachers, leaving only their neat backs.

This was Fang Zhuo's casual suggestion. He casually said, "We don't have company shirts yet, so we should all wear white in class." Now, he feels a little regretful.

"Xiao Zhou, you didn't tell me there were so many people in this big class..." Fang Zhuo couldn't help but complain after sitting down. This went against his philosophy of not fighting an unprepared battle.

Zhou Xin said innocently: "I don't know either, Brother Fang, I've been busy with you recently."

Oh, we can also divide the pot.

Fang Zhuo was sitting in the first row and couldn't even turn around. He could only use his peripheral vision to look at the students in the second and third rows.

"Sitting here..." Yu Hong twisted uneasily and whispered, "Sitting here, there is always a feeling of fear that the teacher will ask questions."

Song Rong, only Song Rong, didn't say anything, he just opened his notebook expressionlessly, looking like a good student who is making progress every day.

When Fang Zhuo saw this, he praised: "Xiao Song has a strong psychological quality and is a person who can do great things."

Two minutes later, Song Rong suddenly showed a look of pain on his face. Before his teacher Liang Min came in, he said, "I feel bad, go to the toilet" and disappeared from Fang Zhuo's sight.

This... is okay. Although I don't know whether it's true or not, I can change the situation when the opportunity arises. It's pretty good.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Teacher Liang Min, wearing a suit, stepped onto the podium in high spirits.

"Good afternoon, students, we are having an open class today, but don't be nervous, just treat it as normal."

“The theme of today’s computer application course is ‘Application Practice and Development of the Internet’.”

Liang Min looked to be in his forties, and he looked quite pale when standing on it.

He pinched a piece of chalk and said gently: "This year, several domestic Internet companies have successfully been listed in the United States. When talking about the application practice of the Internet, we have to mention them, and we have to mention the faster and better development in this area. U.S."

"Computers and the Internet originated abroad. If we want to develop, we must learn from, absorb, and innovate. This is not a shameful thing, but a necessary process."

Liang Min paused and said pointedly: "There are currently some remarks in China that say the Internet will overtake the Internet within a few years. I think that is unrealistic and can easily mislead you, students of related majors. "

"Of course, what I said in class is only my own point of view, based on my own observations and understanding of domestic and foreign affairs. You can just use it as a reference. Don't be superstitious about authority."

Liang Min smiled and glanced across the front row: "Moreover, today we have invited many friends who are already working on Internet projects or are interested in doing so to share their experiences."

The teacher was talking eloquently above, and the students were listening carefully in the audience.

Although today's class was a professional class, it did not talk about any difficult technologies. Instead, Liang Min kept comparing the development of the Internet in foreign countries with that in China.

Explain the profound things in a simple and clear way.

This time, Fang Zhuo, who was sitting in the first row, felt much more comfortable.

I understand this!

Moreover, this teacher really has something to offer.

For example, he took Google, which was only established two years ago but has grown rapidly, as an example. He believed that there must be a need for similar search engines in China, and now there are already companies in China to fill the gap in the market.

He concluded that it is also a good entrepreneurial opportunity to learn from mature foreign Internet companies and create local companies in China to fill the gaps.

Fang Zhuo was very impressed.

This kind of thing can be easy for him to say, but experiencing it once and groping blindly are completely different things, and the level of difficulty is not the same.

"Xiao Zhou, tell me, how much money can I pay to recruit your teacher to our company?" Fang Zhuo quietly asked Zhou Xin who was listening.

Zhou Xin was stunned for five seconds, and then he couldn't help laughing and said: "Brother Fang, didn't you say you wanted to ask the teacher about the hospital? Then you can ask together after class."

Fang Zhuo felt a little resentful.

However, you won’t lose any money by asking, what if?

The discussion on the stage continued, and much of it was Liang Min’s judgment on the future development trend of the domestic Internet.

For about thirty or forty minutes, Liang Min picked up the thermos cup, took a sip of water, raised his hand and gestured to the first row: "There are students from our school working on an Internet medical project in the city. I think it is very interesting. , everyone can listen to their thoughts, this is a very useful reference.”

Yu Hong lowered her head and didn't raise her eyes at all. She was studying marketing, and today she was just gathering people.

Zhou Xinba remained motionless, his eyes level with each other, as if his future girlfriend was attracted to him under the blackboard.

Fang Zhuo didn't move. The teacher was letting the students play.

"Huh? Come and share it with the juniors." Liang Min put down the cup, a little strange, and fixed his gaze on the first row.

Zhou Xin remained motionless, but his right leg under the table lightly touched the boss.

This guy is just a technical director, a pillar, a top student, just... just waiting for his hair to fall out!

Fang Zhuo made a series of complaints in his heart, and stood up helplessly: "Mr. Liang, I am the initiator of this project. I have little knowledge, so I just want to talk about our team's ideas."

Liang Min had no impression of the student who spoke, but naturally he would not refuse: "Come on, press the microphone on the stage."

There are microphones in the multimedia classroom, and Liang Min wears a miniature microphone on his waist.

When Fang Zhuo came on stage, many people saw that this student was also wearing something on his waist... a mobile phone and a pocket bag, tsk, he is rich.

"Hello, teachers and classmates, my name is Fang Zhuo."

Fang Zhuo pressed the microphone and stood on the stage, receiving many gazes. His heart seemed to be raised and then lowered slightly.

In just one breath, he quickly discovered something.

There's nothing to be afraid of, nothing to panic about.

There are more people here, but there are no policemen inside, nor Brother Liu who generously donates money, Mr. Chen who endorses the human form, or Sun Yuan who cooperates with each other for mutual benefit... So why are you panicking?

He took a deep breath and added the unfinished introduction: "I am the founder and CEO of Guahao.com. I am very happy to be here to talk to you about Internet entrepreneurial projects."

There was a small burst of encouraging applause in the multimedia classroom.

Hu Wenyu, who was sitting in the third row from the bottom, also applauded. But after a while, she suddenly felt that the name of the boy on the stage sounded familiar. She looked forward and tried to make eye contact with her roommate Wei Zhen, who was sitting in the middle.

This seems to be the person the sisters have been talking about lately, right?

Hey, it really looks like a willow tree.