Qiu Shan suppressed her anger and looked at Zhao Song who was coming in a hurry.
He gritted his teeth and said, "You are the first person to make me wait for such a long time."
Zhao Song's eyes were very honest, he avoided the big volleyball, looked at the lion's head in front of him, and apologized repeatedly.
Qiu Shan picked up her bag, not intending to listen to him anymore, when she suddenly saw Zhao Song's eyes.
A reddish eye after crying was the same as anyone Qiu Shan saw on the street. The difference was that it was slightly hazy. What made Qiu Shan pause was that she saw a bright light, slowly moving
Slowly dispel the gray shadows in your eyes.
The eyes can really tell a lot of things, whether you are working hard and moving forward courageously, or whether you are giving up and unable to recover.
It took Zhao Song several months of unremitting efforts and sweat to gain such a little energy. Therefore, please pay respect to those successful people with bright eyes. Only he knows the hardships they have put in. Of course, those who sell milk powder
except!
Qiu Shan put down her handbag and sat back again.
"Ever cried?"
"I'll be happy to buy a low-end store."
"You don't look happy."
"Thinking of someone." Zhao Song shook his head and calmed down.
"You look like a child."
Zhao Song finally regained his cheerful expression, called the waiter, and ordered the two most expensive dishes from the menu.
"Twenty-year-old child?" Zhao Song smiled and raised his glass, "I apologize to Sister Qiu again."
After a glass of wine, Zhao Song completely returned to his original appearance. Why does this lion head look more and more like a big volleyball?
Qiu Shan nodded and said, "That's right. How could a child sell 70 computers in one morning?"
"The computer is too new, and the location of the Internet cafe is great. The most important thing is that I was lucky enough to meet Sister Qiu." Zhao Song lowered his head and looked at the lion head.
"Why did you think of a part-time job?"
Zhao Song pointed to the hearing aid: "With neurological deafness, many bosses are not obligated to speak to you two or three times, so plan in advance what you should do."
"Selling computers?"
Zhao Song nodded and took out a memory stick - who knows why the thirty machines in the black Internet cafe have 128M memory sticks inserted.
"In the past thirty years, this small integrated circuit has changed every eighteen months." Zhao Song pointed to the memory stick and continued: "The price has been reduced by half, or the performance has been doubled."
"The famous Moore's Law. And not long after, it will usher in a new eighteen months."
"The world in the future will undergo drastic changes because of this small chip, and I want to keep up with this era."
Zhao Song stated his (?) views in a voice that was as close to the animal world as possible. His expression was extremely serious, but in his heart he was shouting: "Admire me, worship me, and throw the big volleyball into your arms!"
Qiu Shan looked at Zhao Song intently for a while, then suddenly shook her head and said, "I don't understand."
"I do." Woman, your name is "Lack of Clothes"!
The two people put aside their grudges and finished their dinner happily. After paying the bill, they left together.
The restaurant waiter looked at the bottle of beer on the table, then at the two shaking people, and was filled with doubts: "What kind of alcohol level is this?"
…………
Qiu Shan's boyfriend ran away, and she thought she would be disappointed for a long time, but then she met the college student in front of her...
Zhao Song put the water on the bedside table.
"Sister Qiu, drink some water if you are thirsty."
I don't understand what she is thinking. The imperial sister in front of me is derogatory to her if she says she is a human being. Zhao Song really doesn't dare to have any bad thoughts except for lustful thoughts.
Qiu Shan nodded seemingly confused, and Zhao Song turned around and left, with the pair of big volleyballs almost exposed.
"Song'er!" For some reason, Qiu Shan wanted to tease Zhao Song when she saw him walking to the door, so she shouted like a seductive mermaid lying on her side.
By some strange coincidence, Zhao Song turned around and replied:
"aunt!"
God damn aunt.
Zhao Song was beaten out. At one o'clock in the morning, people were still coming and going at Wudaokou in the center of the universe. Zhao Song, who had just become the owner, was once again homeless.
At Qiu Shan's residence in Huaqing Jiayuan, Sister Yu rolled over on the bed happily, and then scolded her fiercely: "You bastard, get over with my dog."
Qiu Shan's boyfriend ran away with her dog.
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128M memory exceeded the 400 mark, and signs of memory shortages began to appear in the market. Zhonghai Market Management issued the first warning to suppliers.
Saturday, March 18, 2000
Zhao Song lay on the counter and looked at Yuanyuan with a headache.
"Brother Zhao Song~" What a Dongguang accent.
"I mean Yuanyuan, it's been a while since we last met. Why did you even change your place of origin?"
"Disgusting~" I'm sure, it's from Dongguan area.
Looking at his round face, Zhao Song really had a headache. He had to play hard every day to have his skin become so loose.
"Yuanyuan, haven't you had enough fun yet? Have you got your certificate for the accounting class I enrolled you in?"
Yuanyuan forced a smile.
"Brother Zhao Song, why are you collecting so much 32 RAM?"
"You are about to stop supplying memory to Jiaming. What do you want to do?"
"Second uncle asked me to tell you that it's not easy for college students to make some money, so don't lose money."
Zhao Song looked at Yuanyuan blankly and smiled: "Are you afraid of me?"
"Uncle Wei said you have a lot of clever ideas."
"Yuanyuan, you learned smartly, but you didn't learn in the right place. I'm just a college student selling second-hand computers, so I can't influence big shots like you."
"Finally, I would like to advise you, those who make money are the bankers, and those who follow the trend are the takers. Don't accept it. You can rest assured that your money will be in your pocket!"
Yuanyuan shook her head and turned away. Thinking about the friends who got together every night, and then looking at Zhao Song who was like a hawker, Yuanyuan felt that she was blind before.
"Yuanyuan!" Zhao Song shouted, and the entire aisle looked at him, "If you flirt with the guys in the market again, I'll spank you."
Seeing Yuanyuan running away angrily, Zhao Song burst into laughter.