wild 1995

Chapter 101 Invitation

Drip...squeak...drip...squeak...

Standing behind Di Ye, Di Yongchang looked at the creaking black box next to the computer case, and asked, "Xiaoye, this sound is really ugly, it doesn't sound like a cat meowing, why is this machine called a cat?"

"A modem is called a modem in English, and cat is a homophonic name."

"This thing is quite expensive. It costs thousands of dollars each. Can we assemble it ourselves like a VCD player?"

"It's not easy to sell. Internet access is too expensive now, and few people in Yuncheng can afford it."

"Yes, forget it."

Yuncheng's Internet access service is still in the trial operation stage, and the price is charged at 20 yuan per hour. However, at this time, there are few Chinese resources on the Internet, there are not many things that can be done online, and the cost performance is extremely low, so ordinary people will not buy modems at all.

After the crunchy modem was connected to the network, under Di Yongchang's curious eyes, Di Ye opened the email client, first checked the daily update report sent by the R&D team, and then opened the email sent by Jim Barksdale and Mark Anderson.

Barksdale offered a very high price. He proposed to buy Athlon with 100 million shares of Netscape. If calculated based on the opening price on August 8, it would be worth more than 9 million US dollars. However, these stocks only accounted for 7000% of Netscape’s total shares. It was difficult to influence the company’s decision-making. It was a bit tasteless, so Di Ye refused without hesitation.

Anderson's email is quite interesting. He wants to invite Di Ye to Darmstadt, Germany in April to attend the third World Wide Web International Conference held by W4C.

Due to the problem of the review mechanism, the publication cycle of journals is very long, but the computer industry is developing very fast, and it attaches great importance to timeliness, and it cannot wait that long. Therefore, in this field, more attention is paid to top conferences, and journals are in a secondary position.

The World Wide Web International Conference is one of the top conferences in the computer field in the 21st century. It is held only once a year. The manuscript review is very strict. The acceptance rate of papers is less than 20%. It is very important and almost all major Internet companies will participate.

However, in 1995, it was just a self-proclaimed small conference of W3C. The first session was held in Geneva in May 1994, the second session was held in Chicago in October, and now it is going to Germany to hold the third session.

“今天是3月27日，会议是4月12日到15日举办，时间有点紧张啊。”

Since the Athlon browser was released not long ago, Di Ye felt that his prestige was not enough, and he originally planned to develop insignificantly for a period of time, and waited until December 1995 to go to Boston to participate in the Fourth World Wide Web International Conference, so he did not prepare for the third one. Now that he had an invitation from Anderson, he thought it would be okay to join in the fun.

"I remember that Anderson has always disliked those people in W3C, why has he changed his temper now?"

Muttering to himself, Di Ye replied to the email, saying that he would go to the German consulate to apply for a visa as soon as possible, hoping to catch up.

Seeing that he was proficient in writing emails in English, Di Yongchang suddenly remembered something and asked, "Is the classmate who replaced you for an internship in the United States coming back soon?"

Di Ye had long forgotten about going to IBM for an internship. Hearing this, he recalled the itinerary Shi Yucheng revealed at the beginning of the semester, and said, "According to the plan, they leave New York tomorrow, and they should be back the day after tomorrow."

"It's a pity, you were supposed to go to the United States, but you had to take the R&D team to Pengcheng, which was abruptly delayed."

Seeing that he never forgot about going abroad, Di Ye laughed, tapped the heavy CRT monitor with his fingers, and said, "Dad, don't be sorry, someone in this email invited me to attend a conference in Germany, and I'm leaving next month. Why don't you and your mom also get passports, so we can go to Europe for a few days together?"

"To Germany?"

Germany is also a well-established developed country, which can also satisfy Di Yongchang's vanity. With a happy face, he looked down at the words he barely knew on the screen, and said with a smile: "My mother and I don't know how to speak foreign languages, so we won't get involved. You can get Xiaoya a passport and take her there to play."

Di Ye felt that this was a good idea, and when Huang Ya accompanied Zhang Xiuzhi to watch the TV series and went back to the bedroom to go to bed, he mentioned the matter of traveling to Germany. Huang Ya was a little moved, but also a little bit reluctant, and said, "The villa will be renovated next month, I can't leave."

"I'm not in a hurry to decorate in those few days. We will all be busier and busier in the future, and we may not have the leisure time to hang out together."

"Will Fang Fei go?"

"You have the final say this time, and she will have the final say next time when you go to America."

Huang Ya threw the sweater she took off to Di Ye, and said coquettishly, "You really know how to level a bowl of water."

Di Ye had a thick skin, let the knitted sweater cover his head, sniffed the faint fragrance on it, and said boldly: "I am only fickle, not partial."

Huang Ya was amused by his rogue behavior, stepped forward to take back the knitted sweater, and asked, "Time is so tight, can the visa be processed?"

"Money can turn ghosts, let alone people."

"Then let Fang Fei go with her. She knows several foreign languages. When you have a meeting, I will go out with her."

"Okay, I'll let her come to Yuncheng tomorrow, and let's apply for a passport together."

After Xia Fangfei came to Yuncheng to apply for multiple passes to Hong Kong a few days ago, she was called back to Jinling by Xia Jianwu to work as an interpreter, responsible for the communication between C-Cube and Panda Electronics. When she heard that she was going to play in Germany, she immediately became excited and asked, "Would you like to go to England when the time comes? Gather information about Diana."

"The United Kingdom is not a Schengen country. You need to apply for a visa separately. Let's try it out. If you don't have enough time, forget it."

"Think of a way, if it's done, I can play Xiaoya with you."

Huang Ya heard it from the side, and said angrily: "Fang Fei! If you talk nonsense again, you won't be allowed to go this time."

Since Xia Fangfei went to Pujiang and Hong Kong to play tricks twice, she became more courageous and more open-minded. She laughed and said, "Xiaoya, don't you like it? Then let me play Di Ye with you."

"Really, you are even more shameless than Di Ye now."

"We played everything the day we came back from Pujiang, what face do we need..."

The next morning, Di Ye got up at 6:[-] according to the habit he developed in Pengcheng, went out to run and exercise around the neighborhood for about an hour, then bought two baskets of steamed stuffed buns and a few newspapers and went home. After entering the door, he found Fan Dazhi coming.

Fan Dazhi was still as fat as before, but his energy was a bit sluggish. He lost the bearing of a millionaire. When he saw Di Ye, he immediately stood up from the sofa and said hello, "Xiaoye, you are back from exercise."

"Morning, Uncle Fan. Do you want to see my dad?"

"No, I heard that you are back, come and have a look."

Huang Ya had already learned how to drive. After breakfast, Di Ye asked her to drive her parents to work in a space car, while he got into Fan Dazhi's Santana and asked straight to the point, "Uncle Fan, what do you want from me?"

Fan Dazhi took out a copy of "Pujiang Securities News" from his pocket, pointed to the name on it and asked, "Did you write this article?"

"Yes, I wrote it."

"When you went to Pujiang, did you embezzle Yingfeng's funds to speculate in 327 national debt?"

"I used my own money to speculate and made 30 yuan, which happened to buy a car."

Huang Yaxue is industrial and commercial management. Accounting is a compulsory course. The method of misappropriation of funds is more complicated. Fan Dazhi is just an ordinary citizen. It is not a public prosecution law. It is difficult to verify. There is a good future, and there is no shortage of money at home. Is it necessary to misappropriate the funds of Yingfeng to gamble? "

"I'm just asking casually, Xiao Ye, don't take it seriously."

Fan Dazhi chuckled twice, threw the newspaper aside, and said, "Xiaoye, uncle wants you to do me a favor."

"What are you busy with?"

"I helped Yingfeng refit 3 VCD players in March. Now it's the end of the month. I need to settle the bill with the supplier of the CD player and decompression card, but Zheng Yingyong is in arrears of 5000 million yuan and refuses to pay me. Can you help persuade him to settle the account?"

Di Ye frowned slightly, and evaded: "I have nothing to do with Yingfeng now, so I can't persuade you, and I don't know Mr. Zheng very well either."

"Yingfeng's business is not as good as it used to be. Go help Zheng Yingyong with an idea, maybe he will agree."

"Uncle Fan, 500 million yuan is not 500 yuan. How could Mr. Zheng agree so casually? I'm not the president of the United States, so I don't have that much face."

Fan Dazhi went to the doctor in an emergency, took out his lighter, lit a cigarette, and said with a sad face, "Xiao Ye, I really regret that I didn't listen to your advice a month ago when I was obsessed with ghosts. Now I'm stuck, and I can't run away even if I want to."

Di Ye never messed around. He tried his best to persuade Fan Dazhi at the beginning, but now he doesn't want to care about it, and he doesn't care about it. He just used the excuse of avoiding second-hand smoke, opened the door and got out of the car, and said, "Uncle Fan, I'm going to apply for a passport today.

"Hey, Xiaoye, don't go, I'll ask you something again."

"What's the matter?"

"Which do you think is more profitable, plywood futures or palm oil futures?"

　Thanks to the book friend "Happy Darkness" for the reward and support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)