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"Hello, you must be Jiang Yizhou, right? Let's order some food and chat while we eat!" Lin Jun was quite approachable. In fact, this was one of the responsibilities of Huiduo Website, to welcome users. However, it wasn't mandatory. Since this site had just opened and there weren't many people yet, and because this person was genuinely interesting, he decided to host him.
After ordering food and waiting for it to arrive, Lin Jun asked him, "You can't really be self-taught, can you? And is your educational background true? I think some of your insights are quite profound!"
"Please don't say that about me, but I am indeed self-taught. As for my education, to be precise, I dropped out in the fifth grade," Jiang Yizhou replied without any hesitation. He didn't want to fabricate anything; one lie would lead to more lies to cover it up, which could easily be exposed. Why bother hiding?
"That's impressive! How many years have you been studying Computer Science?"
Jiang Yizhou answered calmly, "In this lifetime, I've only been studying Computer Science for about half a year. Before that, I was working at a Brick Factory back in my hometown!"
That's right; in this lifetime, he had only studied for half a year. He had actually studied for four years in his previous life and worked for seven or eight years; he simply omitted that part.
Lin Jun was at a loss for words and decided it would be best to conduct a written test to assess his skills!
...
After receiving the test results, Lin Jun had a general understanding of this user's level. Theoretical knowledge was fairly solid, but there were some deficiencies in practical application—commonly referred to as having high aspirations but low abilities. However, it wasn't entirely that; there was a sense of an air castle. Considering his age, he still qualified.
"You can come in for an internship!" Lin Jun concluded. The main issue was the negative impact of his educational background; not having graduated meant he lacked too many theoretical foundations. If he needed remedial lessons, there would be too much to catch up on. If he had a college diploma—even just a high school diploma—that would have guaranteed him formal employment.
"Make him a work ID; register him. He can come next week or even earlier this week if he wants. He's always welcome!" Lin Jun instructed someone nearby and then continued with his own tasks.
Following Zhao Xi, who seemed to be from the HR department, Jiang Yizhou was led to a lounge. After waiting for half an hour, Zhao Xi returned with freshly printed documents and handed them to Jiang Yizhou. Jiang Yizhou politely took them and left.
In high spirits, he hadn't expected to join an Internet company so easily—oh wait, it should be a software company. Currently, Jinshan primarily engaged in the development and sales of PS Software and would eventually involve online games, but not at this moment.
In summary, as he gradually familiarized himself with this era, life would step by step get on track. Achieving personal value and making money were not mutually exclusive; being a programmer and speculating on Phone Cards was perfectly fine.
Jiang Yizhou returned to his residence at a leisurely pace. His work at the Training Class had been shifted to the night shift, so there was no need to rush back.
"Hey, there's a letter for you!" The Old Man across the hall called out to Jiang Yizhou as he entered his home.
He usually wasn't home during working hours, so relying on the landlord to collect mail was unrealistic. He typically asked the retired neighbor across the hall to collect it for him; they had a mailbox by their door for receiving letters and newspapers.
"Alright, thank you, Song Grandpa!" Jiang Yizhou smiled as he took the letter from Song Grandpa's hands. After chatting with the elderly man for a while, he returned to his own room.
Opening the letter, one was from his parents, likely written by Er Ya, as the tone and handwriting didn't match. It basically conveyed that everything was going quite well. Er Ya was excelling in her studies, and her homeroom teacher confidently stated that her tuition would be halved; she would definitely be attending Town High School, though she fell slightly short for the county high school.
They had already decided to let Er Ya attend high school in town, which was closer to home and more convenient. The letter also mentioned various happenings in the village, like who got married and who had a baby, implying that he shouldn't delay in giving them grandchildren.
Jiang Yizhou could only respond perfunctorily to these matters. Although the legal marriage age is twenty-two for men and twenty for women, people in rural areas generally marry early. If someone hasn't married by twenty, they can expect various matchmaking attempts!
Most people start dating around seventeen or eighteen, hold a banquet, and consider themselves married. They wait until they reach the legal age to obtain a marriage certificate. Moreover, before Nineteen Ninety-Four, common-law marriages were supported, and there were indeed those who never obtained a marriage certificate throughout their lives.
He could only brush off these expectations. Even if all his other plans failed, at least he had the Phone Card as a safety net; it still represented several hundred thousand in assets. By then, his mother's tone would likely change: "Take your time finding someone; don’t rush. Find someone worthy of our son!"
Jiang Yizhou scratched his head, pondering how to explain things to his parents. He was currently on an upward trajectory in his career, busy with work, and had recently switched jobs. He could potentially earn over a thousand a month soon and wasn't looking to date for now.
When it came to money, he hoped his parents would understand. Earning two or three thousand a year from farming was already considered good; otherwise, why would so many people leave to work elsewhere? Farming wasn't low-cost either; there were various expenses involved—higher tax rates than in manufacturing—like fertilizers and seeds...
In another envelope, Jiang Yizhou pulled out some paper and found two banknotes falling out. It seemed that Sister Yun wasn’t planning on accepting his gesture!
In her reply, Li Xiaoyun politely declined his so-called intentions and briefly mentioned her situation—nothing more than that. It felt as though she didn't want to discuss much further!
Feeling that the light was dimming, Jiang Yizhou turned on the lamp, filling the room with bright yellow light. Was this a sign of some distance between them?
It’s probably for the best. There was no need to get involved in these matters; the world is inherently peaceful, and it is the foolish who create their own troubles. I am almost that foolish person.
Jiang Yizhou sighed and put away the two letters. It was not a good time to write back, as he had already found a new job, but it was impossible to live in the south of the city and commute to work in the north. He would definitely have to move.
He also needed to discuss this with his elder, though he didn’t know when they would return. Jiang Yizhou didn’t have much to say to the elder; even if the elder wasn’t working, he had seen the balance on their savings account and had once considered it, but ultimately gave up.
That amount of money would be enough for Jiang Maode to build a luxurious house back home and live comfortably in retirement. As long as it wasn’t spent recklessly, it could last even with inflation twenty years down the line.
He opened the cupboard, packed his luggage, rinsed some rice, and started cooking.
“Yi Zhou, I need to talk to you about something!”
“Uncle, I have something to discuss too!”
Just as Jiang Yizhou was preparing to share his thoughts, he unexpectedly ran into Uncle, who had just returned.
Seeing Jiang Yizhou waiting quietly for him, Jiang Maode continued, “I plan to move out. It might not be very convenient for you. Are you going to continue renting here or what? Either way is fine. As for the money, you can pay me back whenever you want!”
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