Chapter 18: Old Culture
Let’s go back a little bit in time.
Late at night, Xu Cheng was lying on the desk with a book called "C Language Programming" under the desk lamp.
Regardless of whether you will work in the computer field in the future, it is always a good idea to improve your abilities.
Even if he were reborn once, Xu Cheng would not dare to guarantee what he would be able to do in the future. If fate played tricks on him and all his plans failed, at least the skills he had accumulated would not disappear and could provide him with the capital to gain a foothold in society.
I looked up at the forum on the computer screen.
"Should I go with C# or Java? Should I follow Sun or Microsoft? Should I do ASP.NET or PHP? Should I give up C++?"
This is basically the situation in the current programming circle. Everyone is discussing which programming language is good and which language I should learn.
Xu Cheng felt that he still had a say. He had a slight impression of the languages that had been popular, including Java in the smartphone era, C++, the first choice for game development, the crazy running crawlers, and the stable C language. Later, in the embedded era, C language was still very critical.
Faced with the complex programming language system, Xu Cheng also struggled about which ones he should learn. Later, he simply put his hands in his pockets.
Only children do multiple-choice questions, as an adult, of course I want them all!
Adults are driven by utilitarianism and worry about wasting time on useless work, but Xu Cheng has no such concerns at all. He has a long time to study and master various languages. As the saying goes, sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. After mastering multiple technologies, he will definitely make up for all the time he has spent.
"Beep, beep, beep"
The computer in front of Xu Cheng started to ring, and a little penguin wearing a scarf began to flash in the lower right corner of the screen. It was said that this prompt sound was recorded by Xiao Ma Ge from his own pager.
"Mr. Zhou: Are you there?"
"The most affectionate person in Jinghai: Yeah."
Xu Cheng is an old Internet user. In 1999, when QQ was first launched in Huajun Software Park and was still called OICQ, he registered several accounts.
Five digits!
I won’t sell it. I’ll leave it for my grandchildren to show off.
Lin Wanzhou was not very experienced in using computers and hadn't replied to messages for a long time. Xu Cheng could imagine her typing word by word on the keyboard with two fingers. While waiting, Xu Cheng casually looked up at the chat history.
"Mr. Zhou: Today is Ma Huateng's birthday. Forward this message to 10 friends and your QQ number will get one more sun."
"Jinghai's Most Affectionate: Hello, I am Qin Shi Huang. Actually, I am not dead. I have 100 tons of gold in Chang'an. I need 2,000 yuan to unfreeze it..."
"It's really a collision of new and old cultures." While Xu Cheng was complaining, Lin Wanzhou's message had already been sent.
"Mr. Zhou: Xu Chengcheng, can you take my shift the day after tomorrow?"
"Mr. Zhou: I need to take a few days off tomorrow. My mother wants me to go back to my grandmother's house with her."
"Mr. Zhou: Is this okay?"
"Mr. Porridge: [Poor]"
There were four people on duty. Xu Cheng was originally in a group with Lin Wanzhou. According to the convention that boys mop the floor and girls sweep the floor, when it was her turn on duty, she had to sweep and mop the floor.
"The most affectionate person in Jinghai: No."
"Mr. Zhou: [Heartbroken]"
"Mr. Zhou: I want an affirmation."
"Jinghai's Most Affectionate Person: Definitely not."
…
Of course, the deal was finally agreed to. After all, Xu Cheng had been using Lin Wanzhou's iPod for free for so long, and given their relationship, it was impossible for him not to help her.
Putting on Lin Wanzhou's iPod and playing a song "Love in AD", Xu Cheng stood up and prepared to get a glass of milk from the refrigerator. On the way, he was stopped by Xu Jianghe, who was wearing a coat and going to the toilet.
"Hey, Xu Cheng, where did you get this?"
"I borrowed Lin Wanzhou's."
"Is this a...MP 3?"
"No." Xu Cheng shook his head. "Dad, you don't understand the market at all. This is Apple's new iPod."
Xu Cheng handed the iPod to Xu Jianghe, who took it in his hands, looked at it, and sighed.
"Times are really changing fast now. I used to think that having a Walkman or a Diskman was pretty impressive, but now there are MP3s and this is getting criticized."
"By the way, Xu Cheng, are MP3s very popular among you kids?"
"It's very popular... but a little expensive."
I have the impression that there was a period of time when Sony, the big brother of traditional players, was stubborn and insisted on sticking to Walkman, which resulted in a large market share of players being divided up by foreign MP3 manufacturers.
"Making MP3 in 2002... If Jing'an Communications transforms in this production direction...", this thought flashed through Xu Cheng's mind.
If I remember correctly, the early MP3 market share was dominated by Korean brands, with iriver being the representative. It seems that domestic and pirated products started to appear on the stage in 2004.
A full 2 years head start!
In Xu Cheng's opinion, MP3 is very cost-effective whether as a product or as a preparation for Xiaolingtong.
Thinking of this, Xu Cheng looked at his father with eyes full of heat.
"Dad, your resume needs to be so brilliant!"
The next day.
Because Lin Wanzhou didn't wake him up in the morning, Xu Cheng was a little late as he was not used to it.
"Mr. Xu, why didn't your husband come today?" A chubby boy walked to Xu Cheng's desk and asked him curiously.
Xu Cheng glanced at him and said nothing.
Li Qiuyang, the fat boy in kindergarten who always complained that Xu Cheng bullied him, was assigned to the same class with Xu Cheng again.
As for the grudges in kindergarten, they have long disappeared as they grew up, and now the relationship between the two is pretty good.
"Old Xu, my mom almost caught me playing computer games yesterday. When are you going to log in? Let's get married soon."
Xu Cheng still ignored him.
"Well, Old Xu, have you finished your math homework? Let me copy it." After talking for a long time, Li Qiuyang finally stated his ultimate purpose with a wry smile.
Xu Cheng finally spoke, "What did you just say to me?"
"Can you lend me your math homework?"
"No, the previous sentence."
"Shall we get married quickly?"
"One more sentence."
Li Qiuyang thought for a long time, "Your husband..."
"Take it."
The classroom without a teacher supervising was in chaos like a hornet's nest. As the classroom door was pushed open, the classroom, which was in chaos just now, became quiet in an instant.
The head teacher, Zhu Ziqian, was a very stern middle-aged woman. She stood on the podium and adjusted her glasses. She looked very intimidating. None of the students who had just spoken dared to look up at her.
"Come on, Li Qiuyang, why don't you say anything? Do you want me to ask you to go to the teacher's office to continue the lecture, or do you want to go to the podium and say a few more words?"
First, taking a typical example, Zhu Ziqian unscrewed the thermos cup containing soaked wolfberries and blew into it twice.
"Look along the road, which other classes are noisy? Our class is the noisiest!"
"Don't you even look at how you did in the last exam? And you still have the nerve to keep talking."
"I've taught so many classes of students, and this is the first time I've met someone as bad as you!"
It was as if a dark cloud was covering the city. The whole class buried their heads in their desks, fearing that Zhu Ziqian would be unhappy with them and criticize them again.
Only Xu Cheng sat upright, listening to this piece of literature from the head teacher with a smile on his face.
"Jiang Yulu, what do you do as a squad leader? You don't even know how to manage things."
"Look at how you did in the last exam. Did you make the top three that you promised me? I say you can be the monitor, but if you can't, tell me as soon as possible so that you can set a good example for others."
Class leader Jiang Yulu lay on the table and started crying, feeling aggrieved.
"Still crying, right? Okay, let's all watch you cry together. You cry for one minute, and the whole class will cry for one minute per person. That's more than seventy minutes. Let's see how long you can cry..." Zhu Ziqian has been teaching for many years and is not the type of person who will be soft-hearted when a little girl cries.
Jiang Yulu really sobbed and suppressed her emotions.
After another five minutes of chattering, she felt it was enough, so she waved to the side and said, "Hey, come here."
It was not until this time that Xu Cheng and most of the classmates noticed that there was a girl standing next to Zhu Ziqian.
Her presence is too low...
