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"Are you okay? You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Jiang Maode fell silent for a moment. "Let me see what else we have; we can make do with a meal."
"Mm." Jiang Yizhou replied. He realized that he had been too self-assured, just like those parents who think they know what's best.
In the evening, the old man made a simple meal of noodles, added a sausage, and some cabbage. It was simple but enough to fill their stomachs.
After quickly washing the dishes and taking a hot shower, Jiang Yizhou comfortably lay on the bed. He felt it was time to leave this place. His interactions with the old man felt very much like that of parents and children, but he was neither a child nor someone who relied on his parents; he had his own plans.
Moreover, the old man had his own thoughts as well. Jiang Yizhou didn't know how he got involved with religion, but since he had made that choice, he could only respect it.
Once his work at the Training Class was done, he would try his luck at software companies or startups in the Internet sector. If all else failed, he should be able to find a job in Zhongguancun with his credentials; after all, he was a professional, even if lacking credibility.
...
Waking up early in the morning, he found that the old man had risen even earlier. On the table were dishes covered with a lid and half a pot of congee kept warm.
He picked up his toiletries and walked outside. The cool water in his mouth invigorated him as he moved around.
"Good morning!" The landlord walked over to the sink and began brushing his teeth slowly.
Jiang Yizhou was surprised to see him. "Mr. Landlord, is that you?"
He knew that the landlord usually only came out to buy daily necessities and had never seen him outside before.
"It's my birthday today; I plan to celebrate properly," the landlord said cheerfully, looking quite spirited. If he could wash his messy hair and tie it back into a braid, he'd definitely fit the image of an artistic youth.
Yes, it was a serious celebration—not one of those melancholic types who scribble down poetic phrases as mottos in their notebooks.
"Landlord Brother, I've been here for so long and still don't know your name," Jiang Yizhou said happily, feeling chatty. "By the way, I'm Jiang Yizhou—Yi Zhou from the same boat."
"Hello, I'm Li Ping'an. Wishing you peace! Isn't that a nice name?" Li Ping'an replied cheerfully.
"This is indeed not bad. By the way, Brother Li, what have you been doing in your room?" Taking advantage of his good mood, Jiang Yizhou asked the question he had been wanting to know. At that time, without a developed Internet, even with plenty of entertainment, what could one do alone in their room?
The landlord wiped his clean face with a towel draped over his shoulder. "I am writing a love letter, a letter that encompasses all my feelings!"
Jiang Yizhou found it hard to understand this person's thoughts. He, who believed he would only cry when a close family member passed away, truly could not comprehend how those deeply in love viewed the world.
"Then I wish you to deliver the love letter to its owner soon!"
"Thank you for your kind words!"
The morning's interlude did not draw much of his attention; it merely gave him an understanding of the landlord, whom he had hardly seen.
After having two bowls of thick rice porridge with his meal, Jiang Yizhou leisurely packed his things, dressed appropriately, locked the door, and set off.
"Dingling... dingling..." The bell rang intermittently as he navigated through the crowd on the street. The country was truly deserving of the title "Bicycle Kingdom."
Cars were luxury items, and motorcycles were not affordable for everyone. Cheap electric bikes had yet to become popular, and many cities still lacked developed public transportation networks. If one did not want to walk, bicycles were basically the only convenient option.
"Jiang Zi, you're here! Get ready for today's lesson; class is about to start!" Sun Yuliang said as he saw Jiang Yizhou arrive at the second floor rented for the Training Class, reminding him out of habit.
"Okay!" In fact, with so much teaching experience, he hardly looked at lesson plans; he could start from anywhere without any pauses. Jiang Yizhou sat behind a desk in the office and began reviewing.
...
"Students, we've finished this section. Please connect the dots yourself; if you have any questions, feel free to raise your hand!" Jiang Yizhou noticed that every time he said this line, he felt a bit worried about it being awkward. In his past life as a student, he rarely spoke up or answered questions; now he was finally beginning to understand what it felt like to be a teacher.
"Teacher, I have a question unrelated to the course that I'd like to ask?" A woman in her twenties stood up—definitely older than him. "Teacher Jiang, I'm curious about how you learned? You look quite young!"
"Me? I'm self-taught; it's just based on my hobby. Don't be fooled by my eighteen years; I've spent quite a bit of time studying Computer!" Jiang Yizhou boasted shamelessly. When he filled out his college entrance exam application back then, he randomly chose several majors and ended up in Computer, clueless and missing out on the reform that prioritized majors over schools.
"Really?" The woman clearly had a teasing tone. Although they had taken many classes together, they accepted this inexperienced teacher teaching them.
"Of course, when I was learning about computers, I didn't even have money for the training class, let alone afford a computer learning machine. I practiced on scrap paper and borrowed computers everywhere, and all my books were borrowed too..."
By the end, a group of students who were listening to the motivational speech felt much happier and more dedicated to their studies.
Motivational speeches are still quite effective in this era. Maybe I should write a few pieces and submit them for publication. After all, in the future, the production methods and formulas for these motivational pieces will have been thoroughly analyzed. If I just follow that familiar formula and write a few articles, it might not be impossible.
Suddenly, Jiang Yizhou felt he had discovered something new and had to give it a try.
...
Jiang Yizhou, who was accustomed to being lazy, habitually went downstairs. In any case, he ate at a certain noodle shop in a certain county. At this particular place, he also picked out the dishes he didn't like from the menu and rotated them, which felt similar to the school cafeteria—constantly changing windows.
After taking out a serving of wontons, Jiang Yizhou sat in front of his computer, browsing through the emails he had just downloaded. There were numerous rebuttals to his arrogant statements; most were outright refutations, while some argued that he had exaggerated the future of the Internet—talking about trillions in GDP when the entire country's GDP is only so much!
To this, Jiang Yizhou just chuckled. Oh, there was also a direct message, similar to an email. When he opened it, it turned out to be from a big shot!
Upon closer inspection of the reply, he thought, no way! Is this really what they call spamming? When I spam, do you think it's going to flood?
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