Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

From spring to summer, it seems to be a blink of an eye. When June arrives, the construction site once again ushers in a shutdown because of the college entrance examination.

At this time last year, Wang Zhaomou provided the best environment for Ji Lianhuo's college entrance examination. This year, there are no college entrance examination candidates at home, and the atmosphere is extremely relaxed.

To be precise, there is still a repeat student at home.

In order to prepare for the college entrance examination, Wang Zhaoyun hadn't touched a computer for three months. No one in the Wang family dared to quarrel, for fear of affecting Wang Zhaoyun's World War II.

Wang Zhaoyun can be regarded as up to date. The total score of the latest exam finally surpassed the total score of last year's college entrance examination, breaking the record with a total score of 197.

This time at least no one will ask which subject this is.

Wang Zhaoyun entered the examination room with great vigor and spirit. After two days of the examination, he walked out of the examination room with exhausted steps, as if his last breath had been sucked by a goblin.

This time when Wang Zhaoyun was asked to go to the Internet cafe again, Wang Zhaoyun made a rare gesture of "da baa", and fell into a deep sleep when he returned home. He slept for three or four days in a row before recovering.

This time almost everyone had expectations for Wang Zhaoyun. Wang Zhaoyun anxiously waited until the day of the score check. Hearing the voice on the phone, his expression froze a little.

Father Wang was beside him, and he could hear clearly.

"36 in Chinese, 18 in mathematics, 23 in English, 57 in comprehensive science, with a total score of 134."

Three points lower than last year.

This is the burden of life that Wang Zhaoyun cannot bear. After hearing the score, he ran out of the house with a "wow".

Aunt Song looked at her son's condition worriedly, and was about to chase after him. Father Wang waved his hand and sighed.

"Let him calm down."

Wang Zhaoyun felt that his world was gray, and choked up on the road while wiping tears.

I obviously worked hard this year, why did I not score as high as last year?

Why can't I learn it myself, why can't I fight for that breath!

Wang Zhaoyun cried so sad that she didn't even want to go home again, she didn't want to see her mother's disappointed expression, she didn't want to hear her father's reprimand, and she didn't want to see other people's mocking eyes.

Wang Zhaoyun was walking all the way, and his heart ached when he thought of his grades. On the road, he saw a group of aunts walking towards one place, and followed them unconsciously, and found that the aunts had entered a temple.

Wang Zhaoyun sobbed and followed behind the aunts, lit a few incense sticks, and worshiped, listened to the chanting, looked at the Buddha statue in front of him, and thought about his two years of failure, two years of pain, and a wave of sadness surged up In my heart, I feel that this world of mortals has nothing for me to remember.

Wang Zhaoyun walked around to the back of the treasure hall and saw a courtyard where monks lived. He didn't think too much, hugged a master, and cried loudly.

"Master, I see through the world of mortals, please take me in!"

Master has obviously seen big scenes, after all, every year after the college entrance examination, there will be a few of them, and around Valentine's Day is also the peak period of a wave of disillusionment.

The master bowed his head and gently asked the young man in front of him, "Son, have you ever memorized Buddhist scriptures?"

"Buddhist scriptures..." Wang Zhaoyun looked up with tears in his eyes, "Isn't it memorized only after becoming a monk?"

"Then do your parents agree?" the master asked calmly.

"I have no face to go home and face them." Wang Zhaoyun grabbed the master's sleeve and wiped away tears, "I'm a waste."

The master was quiet for a long time. After thinking for a while, he pulled out his sleeve and took out a paper from the meditation room, "Then let's do some introductory questions."

Wang Zhaoyun took the paper tremblingly, looked up to make sure he went to the right place, this is a monastery, not a school.

The first question of the introduction, [What do the four disciples of Buddhism refer to. ]

Wang Zhaoyun bit the buttocks of the pencil given by the master, flipped through the paper, and found that there were more than 100 questions in total, and there were still many words that he didn't know.

Why is it more difficult than the Chinese paper of the college entrance examination?

Wang Zhaoyun bit the pencil buttocks, looking at the paper in front of him, he was at a loss what to do. He saw a yellow dog walking out of the courtyard. Seeing a stranger, he walked very calmly. He looked like an old employee of the temple.

Wang Zhaoyun secretly glanced at the closed-eyed master next to him, and held the paper in front of the yellow dog with a serious face.

"Brother Dog, can you do anything?"

The big yellow dog raised its head, looked at the person in front of it, turned its head and took a step, not fussing with fools.

"Brother Dog, let's do one." Wang Zhaoyun relentlessly followed, holding the paper to block the big yellow dog's path, with a sincere expression on his face, "I know you must be better than me!"

The big yellow dog wagged its tail in distaste, barked at Wang Zhaoyun, and ran away from the side.

"Which question's answer is king?" Wang Zhaoyun immediately checked the test paper, but couldn't find the corresponding question. When he turned his head, he saw the master looking at him quietly.

"Master." Wang Zhaoyun held up the paper aggrieved and innocently, "Look, no dog can do this question."

The master's eyelids twitched, he folded his hands apart, and pointed to the courtyard door with one hand.

"The benefactor, let's go, this is not your fateful place."

"Give me another chance, master!" Wang Zhaoyun was unwilling, "Can I learn slowly when I come in?"

"No." The master glanced at the pencil tail that was bitten bald by Wang Zhaoyun.

"Why!" Wang Zhaoyun looked sad and angry, the world is so big that there is no place for him!

"My Buddha will not accept you like this." The master folded his hands and closed his eyes.

"We also have principles."

Wang Zhaomou received a call from Wang's father in the office of the Wang Group. Speaking of Wang Zhaoyun's score this time, Wang Zhaomou was not surprised.

Some people are naturally insensitive to learning. They may be talented in other areas, but they just need to be discovered.

Judging from Wang Zhaoyun's eight failures in his last life, he most likely falls into this category.

After hanging up the resentful phone call from Father Wang, Wang Zhaomou thought for a moment, then there was a knock on the office door, and the assistant secretary walked in with a gift box.

"Mr. Wang, Leng Xiuming just came here and told you a gift. Please take a look." The assistant secretary put the exquisitely packaged gift box in front of Wang Zhaomou. "I just opened it and checked it. There is no danger."

Be sure to take a look?

Wang Zhaomou picked up the gift box with one hand and found that the box was not heavy. He untied the garland on the box and opened the lid. Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes and saw a large-screen mobile phone with only navigation keys and "hang up" at the bottom of the screen. With "Connect" two slender buttons.

Wang Zhaomou touched the side of the phone and pulled out a slender stylus without accident.

"Mr. Wang, what kind of mobile phone is this?" The assistant secretary looked curious, as if he had never seen such a phone before.

Wang Zhaomou flicked the screen with a stylus. Looking at the responsive interface, he already understood what Leng Xiuming was doing.

He's working on a touchscreen phone.

As early as 93, some people installed a built-in touch screen in a mobile phone, but the touch screen technology has never been mature. Many mobile phone companies are researching the touch screen design suitable for mobile phones.

Just last year, a mobile phone company in the United States developed the first touch-screen mobile phone, but the sensitivity was limited, and a stylus had to be used. The first touch-screen mobile phone in Huaguo, logically speaking, should take another five years or so. Appeared, but now, there is a finished product in front of him.

Wang Zhaomou swiped the phone screen with a stylus, lowered his eyes and studied carefully.

In addition to the basic calling function and camera function, there is also a built-in 3 and radio, which can be connected to Bluetooth.

There are also several games on the phone, and the hardware configuration is significantly higher than other phones in Huaguo today.

Looking at the touch-screen phone in front of him, Wang Zhaomou had to admit that Leng Xiuming was very smart and had vision.

Designing and making such a mobile phone is by no means something that can be completed in three or four months. Leng Xiuming started preparations at least a year ago, and may have started planning the first moment he discovered Ji Lianhuo's existence.

After receiving the 30 billion from Mr. Leng, Leng Xiuming put everything into practice. The mobile phone in his hands now means that Leng Xiuming's touch screen mobile phone project has at least reached the trial production stage. If it passes the test and inspection, there will be no problem , which means that he is about to enter the next step of mass production.

Wang Zhaomou put down his phone, his eyes serious.

Ji Lianhuo is grasping at both ends. The hotel chain has been renovated, staff training is underway, and the trial operation will be next week; the production of the media website has reached the late stage, but Ji Lianhuo seems to have some objections to the results, and has followed up more than once Wang Zhaomou said that the website deviated from the original idea.

Wang Zhaomou has no experience in creating media websites, so he hired professionals to evaluate the finished products, but the evaluation results were very good.

Now it is too late to overthrow and redo. Wang Zhaomou suggested that Ji Lianhuo will make mistakes and make mistakes. If he continues to do so, the works that can be praised by professionals will not be bad in the end as long as they are well operated after they go online.

Judging from the current situation, Leng Xiuming is obviously slightly better than Ji Lianhuo.

Wang Zhaomou took Leng Xiuming's "gift" home and showed it to Ji Lianhuo before dinner.

"Brother Zhaomou, what is this?" Ji Lianhuo picked up the touch-screen phone curiously, and when he pressed the button on it, the phone screen lit up.

"Is it a mobile phone?" Ji Lianhuo was a little surprised. He had never seen such a mobile phone before.

"It's a mobile phone." Wang Zhaomou looked serious, "It's also Leng Xiuming's upcoming product."

Ji Lianhuo's eyes instantly became serious.

Wang Zhaomou took out the stylus from the back of the phone and showed it to Ji Lianhuo.

Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. From the perspective of Wang Zhaomou, who is reborn, he knows that such a mobile phone has revolutionary significance. In the future, there will be multi-touch technology, which will revolutionize the field again and again.

In the current time period, if this phone is listed, it means that it can be a sensation.

But at the same time, the price of this mobile phone is absolutely impossible to be low. A mobile phone is not like a house, which can appreciate in value and can be invested.A mobile phone is two to three thousand, and this amount is now available to only a few of the few.

"This phone seems to be more entertainment-oriented." Ji Lianhuo focused on studying the phone in front of him, picked it up and tried to take pictures.

"The screen resolution is high, but the pixels are not very good."

Ji Lianhuo turned on the ringtone in the phone's memory, and after playing it, he found that the phone would vibrate with the music, and it had built-in dual speakers.

After Wang Zhaomou's consent, Ji Lianhuo opened the battery cover on the back of the phone, which was equipped with a detachable lithium battery with good battery life.

Looking at the mobile phone in front of him, Ji Lianhuo was silent for a long time, with a bit of thought in his eyes, he understood that Leng Xiuming had prepared very early, and this was his trump card.

"Even if the price of this mobile phone is high, I guess the sales volume will not be bad." Wang Zhaomou gave Ji Lianhuo a vaccination with serious eyes.

"It's an uphill battle."