I met Ouyang Jun in the detention room of the police station. This man was huddled in the corner with a dirty face. When he was released by the police uncle, he was already squatting stupidly.
Zhou Qingfeng couldn't get through to this guy on the phone, so he had to go find him by his address. His studio was in a small private building he rented near Tianyang University, which was also his home. After finding a place and knocking on the door for a long time, the landlord came downstairs.
Run up...
"Who are you looking for?"
"Looking for Ouyang Jun."
"He was arrested by the police station."
"Ah..., why?"
"He ran up to the roof of the building in the middle of the night, set up a telescope and peeked at the female students opposite while taking a shower. Someone called the police, and when he was caught, everyone got the loot. He also denied that he was studying the stars, but it was cloudy that night."
This..., as for that?
Zhou Qingfeng instantly regretted coming here. Where was the dead house he was looking for? It was clearly a pervert. Under the gaze of the landlord looking at his accomplice, he silently went downstairs, not daring to raise his head.
When we walked downstairs, the landlord pointed at a girl hanging clothes on the opposite floor and said, "Well, that's the girl who is tōu kuī. Young man, tell your friend, he has really bad taste."
The girl being teased was as tall as a flower, which made Zhou Qingfeng frown even more. His face heated up with embarrassment, and he explained to the landlord in a low voice, "You are mistaken, I am not Ouyang Jun's friend, and I don't even know him.
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The landlord sneered, obviously not believing him, "Then why are you looking for him?"
"I want to contact him about some business matters. But now that I think about it, forget it." Zhou Qingfeng wanted to put aside the relationship and leave quickly, but he couldn't stand this scene.
With these words, the landlord got excited. He grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's arm and said, "Do you have a business? Can you make money? Ouyang Jun hasn't paid rent for two months, give him a chance. Let him make some money at least."
The rent is paid."
I..., Buddha is compassionate!
There is no reason for such a thing to happen, it is simply a disaster falling from the sky.
No matter how much explanation he gave, it was useless. Zhou Qingfeng almost tore his sleeves trying to get away. The landlord forced him to take him to the nearby police station. With such an eager attitude, if he didn't go, he would probably be regarded as the same kind as Ouyang Jun.
Call the police.
When he arrived at the police station, Ouyang Jun had just been released. After being introduced by the landlord, he got to know Zhou Qingfeng who came to the door, but he responded with a sluggish response: "Look for me? Can you borrow some money first? You don't have any living expenses this month."
Already."
Hahaha... Is this justified? I was really just passing by!
Uncle Zhou was about to burst into tears. He was really here to do charity work. But everything happened and the landlord was still watching. He could only treat Ouyang Jun to a noodle meal at a roadside stall.
Ouyang Jun's face probably hadn't been washed for several days. It had a lot of oil secretion and looked greasy. He also had long hair and had the temperament of a literary young man. When I asked him afterwards, he said he didn't have money to get a haircut.
If I have money, I just want to shave my head.
After eating half of the egg noodles, Ouyang Jun seemed to have just come back to his senses. He raised his head and asked, "This..., what do you call me? What do you want from me?"
"I'm here to discuss business with you." The landlord, who was still following him, said hurriedly. He was staring at Zhou Qingfeng in surprise, as if he had seen a ghost.
Because Uncle Zhou felt that he couldn't come in vain, he might as well take care of lunch - so there was a pile of bowls on the table.
It was also noodles, but Ouyang Jun's bowl contained only noodles with little water. Zhou Qingfeng's bowl contained eggs and meat, and he ate five bowls in one go. The noodle shop owner was stunned, and many students who came to eat noodles were also surprised.
Ouyang Jun scanned around the noodle shop and saw that many people were paying attention to Zhou Qingfeng. There was a beautiful girl who openly raised her mobile phone to take a picture of him, as if she was thinking about how to strike up a conversation and ask for his phone number - the charm of a perfect body is indeed powerful enough.
"What business are we talking about?" Ouyang Jun asked.
"I want to make a special game." Zhou Qingfeng said angrily, "I randomly searched for your information on the Internet and wanted to come over and talk. I couldn't get through to you on the phone. I didn't expect you to be in the police station."
"Life is hard..." Ouyang Jun sighed, hurriedly pulled the noodles in the bowl, and muttered vaguely: "I didn't want to, but that night, I suddenly felt an uncontrollable desire, and it finally became...
It became a tragedy. I will reflect on it afterwards..."
"Okay, okay, I'm not here to discuss the philosophy of life with you."
"What game do you want to play?"
"I want to simulate a brand new world, a world of magic. This world has a completely different set of physical and chemical rules from our current world. This is not just a simple release of some kind of picture effect, but a real simulation."
"If even the basic rules are brand new, then you first need a new game engine. This is not easy. And this is not like a game, but like a real simulation software, which requires a lot of development."
"I know the amount of development is huge, so I can temporarily simplify it, or do part of it first."
"I really have no experience in this area. The key is how much development funds do you have?"
"Well..., the initial investment will definitely not be much, maybe tens of thousands of yuan."
When he heard 'tens of thousands of yuan', Ouyang Jun immediately showed a disdainful smile that looked at an outsider. At this moment, he was no longer just coming out of the police station and was so depressed that he had to rely on charity for a bowl of noodles, but he was a veteran in the industry who had been involved in the industry for many years.
Alone and lonely.
Boy, are you kidding? You want to build software with tens of thousands of dollars? You’re not awake yet.
"Boss, it's hard for me to do anything for you with just this little money!" Ouyang Jun shook his long hair proudly. But his words were stuck in his stomach and he could not say them out.
The landlord next to him quickly pressed Ouyang Jun's hand and brought his mind back to reality with a heavy blow. "Ouyang, you haven't paid your rent for two months. There's only so much I can do to help you. If you don't pay it this month, I will
I have no choice but to blow you away."
Ga..., Ouyang Jun's expression turned from elegant to sad and angry. He glanced at the landlord blankly, then turned to look at Zhou Qingfeng, his throat trembled for a while, and he forced a smile. He really wanted to refuse,
But under the pressure of reality...
"Boss, yes, it can be done for tens of thousands of dollars."
Zhou Qingfeng didn't even want to see this person, but during the conversation, money came up. He also sighed, asked the noodle shop owner to pay the bill, and said to Ouyang Jun: "This matter is not that easy, and I also doubt your ability.
Let’s go sit at your house and talk in detail.”
The landlord interrupted again: "Ouyang's house is too messy, why don't you come to my house to talk? Ouyang, you should also take a bath, change your clothes, and shave your beard and hair. You have to give the boss a good image, otherwise how can you do big things?
?”
Ouyang Jun shook his head stubbornly, rejecting the landlord's "goodwill". He turned to Zhou Qingfeng and stretched out his hand, holding it in for a long time before saying, "Lend me some more money, otherwise I won't be able to work. Just treat it as earnest money."
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Zhou Qingfeng looked constipated and asked the landlord, "How much is his monthly rent?"
The landlord smiled happily and said: "Not much, not much. My house is very cheap. It only costs 600 yuan a month and 1,200 yuan for two months. There are still several hundred yuan for electricity and Internet bills. Even if I rent it for a year, I still have more money."
discount."
Zhou Qingfeng took out his mobile phone and transferred 600 yuan to the landlord, which made both the landlord and Ouyang Jun stunned. He pointed at Ouyang Jun and said to the landlord: "Remember, he still owes you one month's rent. Don't let him run away."
Already."
This is also damaging enough.
After finishing the noodles, Ouyang Jun went back to his room reluctantly. When he opened the door, there was a sour smell. Inside was a simple room and a living room. There was a server in the living room and four large-screen monitors.
It doesn't matter.
The tabletop where the monitor is placed is so dirty that mushrooms can grow on it. There are two garbage cans under the table and full instant noodles packaging boxes. There is still some leftover soup and water in the packaging boxes, which can cultivate mold.
Ouyang Jun went to open the window to ventilate, and the light in the house brightened. A scream of "ah" came from the balcony on the opposite floor, and "Ruhua" cursed from behind the balcony, "You pervert, come to me again."
The unlucky man pulled up a chair and sat down, spread his hands and said: "I'm also surprised that there are people looking for me. But I'm so miserable, you can do whatever you want. Except selling white powder, I do everything else, mài shèn
OK."
The room was so messy that Zhou Qingfeng had no place to stay, so he could only stand and ask: "Oh..., I have a problem with the sorting algorithm, such as how e-commerce websites can promote to potential customers more effectively.