Shenghai, Internet cafe.

Two lost American otakus finally sent a letter of help, and then waited for Ding Ming to reply to the email.

It took only a few minutes for Ding Ming to send back an email, "Why are you lost?"

Sergei sat down and typed, "This morning, Larry and I went out together. I originally wanted to stroll around the hotel. But I accidentally walked away and forgot the name of the hotel. Fortunately, I discovered an online coffee house. Ding, can you pick us up?"

Ding Ming replied, "Call the Internet cafe administrator and I ask him the address."

"Okay." Sergei breathed a sigh of relief.

Ding Ming was in a time cafe and was so amused that he asked the store manager for the car keys, so he drove the broken van to pick up people.

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

Some people are in the chat room, chatting while browsing the web. Some people are playing "Red Alert" and "Warcraft", with multiple people linking and shouting. There are also a few who are actually practicing operating office software, and they can hit the Wubi so hard that they can type at least 250 words per minute.

"Wow, magical Chinese input method," Larry exclaimed, "how did they convert letters into cube pictograms?"

"I don't know," Sergei shook his head and pointed to the text editing interface of a netizen. "I'm more curious about the software they use, not word, but it should be a local Chinese software."

The network administrator has finished email communication and said in terrible English, "you friend... well... that go here, very quickly!"

Sergei actually understood it and said in Chinese that he had just learned, "Thank you!"

"no thanks." The network administrator smiled.

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

The network administrator was stunned and said, "What? you say, slow down."

Sergei asked, "Why isn't word?"

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

"very gd!" Sergei then gave a thumbs up.

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

Sergei then said, "Disguise?"

Network pipeline "Yes, awesome! awesome is very gd."

"The corruption!" Sergei learned it.

"Awesome!" cried the network administrator.

"Corruption!" Sergei also shouted.

Two fools.

Sergei said to Ali proudly, "I learned another Chinese."

Ali complained, "You have a very talented language."

When Ding Ming came to the Internet cafe, Alibaba and Sergei were playing "Warcraft 2" online, and he was amused and crying, "Hey, two friends, it's time for us to leave."

"Wait, this game is over! I'm about to win." Sergey was still busy with operations.

"Brother, you can never beat me." Larry also got into the state.

Ding Ming couldn't help but roll his eyes. This was a cross-border negotiation and he had to wait for a game to finish.

A few minutes later, Sergei's words "Fake" declared the end of the game.

Ali put on his coat and asked, "Would you like to go back to the hotel first, or to meet that Mr. Song?"

Ding Ming looked at his watch and said, "It's almost 12 o'clock when you drive to school. Mr. Song just finished class, and then we go for lunch together."

Sergei smiled and said, "I'm still in class, what a hard-working student."

In fact, there were basically no classes in the second semester of my senior year, and Song Weiyang was busy writing his graduation thesis. He kept reading materials in the library in the morning, basically determined the direction of the thesis, and had to do social surveys in a while.

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

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

Larry whistled and said, "Oh, this car is so cool!"

Ding Ming laughed, "He has been using Mr. Song's car for two or three years. Are you surprised?"

Sergei asked, “Is this car worth $200?”

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

"Sounds special." Larry smiled.

The van slowly drove out of the city. If the traffic police were checked in the middle, he would definitely not be able to leave because Ding Ming did not have a driver's license test at all.

When driving past Changyang Valley Science and Technology Park, Ding Ming pointed to the distance and introduced, "Did you see the construction site there? Mr. Song's mobile phone production base is building a new factory. This is the only independent mobile phone brand in China. Its monthly sales are close to US$40 million and is still growing. If you are interested, you can go to the factory tomorrow."

"We will." Sergei said.

The road conditions were not good, and the road was bumpy, and I finally arrived at Wujiaochang.

Wujiaochang in 1998 is still relatively backward, and it looks like the small 18th-tier county town more than 10 years later.

Larry said, "In my imagination, meeting a big boss who is willing to invest should be to go to a manor-style villa or walk into a skyscraper. I have to say that today's experience impressed me, maybe I will never forget it in 20 years."

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

"Amazing!" said Sergei.

Larry suddenly pointed to the street and said, "It's unbelievable that there is Colonel Sanders (KFC) here."

Ding Ming said, "It just opened not long ago, and I haven't even studied here yet."

The van stopped at the Fudan school gate for a while, and Ding Ming was too lazy to call Song Weiyang, so he sat in the car and waited.

Larry and Sergei were almost impatient when they waited until they were almost impatient. Ding Ming finally stretched out half of his body and waved, "Old Song, here!"

Song Weiyang was holding a stack of borrowed journals and magazines in his hand, and was walking and chatting with Lin Zhuoyun, who was also holding a book. He was following a bodyguard about ten meters behind him.

Ding Ming got out of the car with two Americans and said in English, "This is Dr. Larry Page and Dr. Sergey Bryn of Stanford."

"I'm studying for a PhD, and haven't graduated yet," Larry corrected and shook hands and said, "Hello, Mr. Song, I'm glad to know you. I'm Larry Page."

"Hello, Page." Song Weiyang nodded.

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

Many years later, Sergei described it in an interview like this: "The successful people of the 1990s were often glamorous. They always wore suits, leather shoes, tie or bow tie, including Bill Gates and Jobs. No successful businessman would talk about business in sweaters and jeans. Song Cha was just like this. He was more like a college student, holding an academic journal borrowed from a library, which looked particularly unique. At that time, I knew that this person had a fundamental difference with Wall Street investors, and Google's acceptance of his investment may be the best choice..."

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

Lin Zhuoyun asked, "Will you still have to wait for you for dinner that night?"

"Well, as planned," said Song Weiyang.

A new high-end Japanese food restaurant has been opened in the city. Their original plan was to try it together. Lin Zhuoyun has never eaten Japanese food yet when she grew up.

Lin Zhuoyun waved and said, "I'm waiting for you in the cafe."

This time, Hong Weiguo was replaced by the driver and took everyone into the city again, and came to the corner of Yan'an Road and Lianyun Road - Hong Changxing mutton hotpot.

Song Weiyang ordered two bottles of high-end fairy wine at 58 degrees, ordered some mutton slices, beef loaves and vegetables and other things, and introduced that "This hot pot restaurant has a history of 107 years and tastes very good. I only discovered it last year."

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

Through the glass window, you can also see several masters holding long blades of rotten silver texture, piece by piece in a white porcelain plate.

Sergei said, "It looks very delicious, and the meat-cutting technique is very artistic."

Song Weiyang unscrewed the bottle cap and smiled and said, "Try this wine again, the liquor produced by my family winery."

Sergei drank the cup for half a liang and immediately floated up and said, "It's a bad thing!"

"Ahem cough cough cough cough!"

Ali also took a sip, coughing so hard that he choked, frowned and said, "It's too spicy."

Can a strong-flavored liquor of 58 degrees be weak?

Sergei is worthy of being an immigrant from the Soviet Union. Although he arrived in the United States at the age of 6, his father still retained the habit of Russians and had a unique hobby for spirits under his influence. This guy had several drinks in a row, and he was thinking that when he returned to the United States, he would definitely bring a few bottles back.

The mutton was finally served, and Song Weiyang rinsed the slices and said, "Water this way and then pick it up. Don't rinse it for too long, and then dip it in to eat."

After trying for a long time, Larry finally successfully added up the slices of meat with chopsticks. He ate a piece and said, "It's very tender and smooth, and the dipping sauce is great."

Hong Changxing's dipping sauce is made of more than ten raw materials, which is light and sweet, and it does not meet Song Weiyang's heavy taste requirements. However, when people eat it well, it has broken the regional limitations and has also attracted Song Weiyang, a person who likes spicy food.

Sergei also tasted the mutton and gave a thumbs up again, "There's a foul!"

Song Weiyang turned his head and asked Ding Ming, "Did you teach him?"
Chapter completed!