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Jiang Yizhou finally embarked on his journey to the United States. Sitting on the plane, he felt a bit awkward; he had never flown before in his previous life and had not had the opportunity to do so. After starting work and living his life, he found that high-speed trains were already quite developed and more convenient, so he had never tried flying.
Now, heading to the United States, it was finally his first experience on a plane. As for how it felt, there wasn't much sensation aside from feeling a bit airsick.
"How are you? Are you okay? Why didn't you tell me you get airsick?" Song Rushi asked with concern as she gently held Jiang Yizhou's shoulder from her seat beside him.
"I didn't know! Maybe it's because I've never flown before, and the flight is too long!" Many issues wouldn't be discovered until experienced; for example, someone who has never eaten lobster would never know if they are allergic to it.
Song Rushi quickly called a flight attendant, who provided medication and a damp towel. In the end, Jiang Yizhou was covered with a blanket, reclining his seat back, and fell asleep with a somewhat pale complexion.
Jiang Yizhou hadn't anticipated getting airsick. In the past, he never reached such a point because he always traveled on an empty stomach by train. Plus, train rides were tiring enough that mild motion sickness wasn't much of an issue; when driving, he would just take a break if he felt unwell.
After spending a week in the capital, he and Song Rushi, along with Zhang Xiaolong, headed to the United States. Ding Zhengnan couldn't join them due to his mother and would likely arrive around the end of April.
After dating Ding Zhengnan a few times, Jiang Yizhou increasingly felt that having a girlfriend wasn't bad, especially one who was gentle with him. Although due to his inner turmoil, their relationship had only progressed to kissing her cheek so far, Jiang Yizhou was inclined to continue developing it.
Well, unless something unexpected happened.
With a jolt, the plane landed at San Francisco Airport. Jiang Yizhou woke from his troubled sleep; this nap had been quite exhausting. Of course, he couldn't blame anyone else; he had stayed up late working the night before and had gone hungry without breakfast before boarding the plane, which led him to indulge in a big meal at the airport.
Removing his eye mask, he found that it was sunny here as well, with bright sunlight. Under Song Rushi's urging, he packed up his belongings and disembarked from the plane.
They were greeted by Wu Ming and Schmidt, who would handle their accommodation and various affairs in the United States.
Sitting in the temporarily rented car, Jiang Yizhou had already thrown up in the restroom at San Francisco Airport, but now he felt much better. However, his sickly appearance was still quite evident.
Wu Ming and Schmidt did not disturb him; they simply checked in with Song Rushi about the situation before taking everyone to the two apartments rented for them. Zhang Xiaolong and several developers shared one apartment while Jiang Yizhou and Song Rushi shared another. Originally it was Wu Ming's residence, but he would soon be returning to his home country.
Wu Ming felt quite complicated about Jiang Yizhou's arrival. He was not adapting well to life in the United States, and without Jiang Yizhou around to organize things neatly, he could clearly sense the disappointment from others. Knowing that the boss was coming to the U.S., he proactively requested to return to his home country, where he felt more suited.
Jiang Yizhou had communicated with him for a long time before, but now Wu Ming, feeling discouraged, no longer held onto too many fantasies; he couldn't adapt to the current changes.
Jiang Yizhou did not go to the office first; instead, he slept in the apartment until evening. Once he felt better and adjusted to the time difference, he called Song Rushi at the company, "Sister Ru Shi, how's everything going?"
Song Rushi was checking on the operational status of Ailumese, which was named after Jiang Yizhou's English name for the U.S. Branch. Who knows how Zheng Yi was related to it?
It was all just Jiang Yizhou's personal interests. Ailumese came from the talking motorcycle in Kino's Journey, known in Chinese as Hermes. There were various translations like Han Misi and Helmes, but Jiang Yizhou preferred the name Ailumese.
"It's okay, it's organized but doesn't show much highlight!" Song Rushi gave a moderate evaluation.
Hearing that there were no major issues, Jiang Yizhou abandoned his plans to go out and cheerfully asked, "Oh really? Can you bring me back some dinner? Anything is fine as long as there's enough!"
Then he used the computer in his study to connect to the internet and started to understand the situation online, as well as his own company and its competitors.
"What the hell? Does he really think I'm a babysitter?" Song Rushi suddenly recalled Luo Lan's evaluation of Jiang Yizhou—immature, immature. She decided it wasn't worth getting upset over.
"Song, what's wrong?" Schmidt asked when he noticed Song Rushi's sudden displeasure while speaking Chinese.
"Nothing, let's continue discussing!"
It had been dark for a long time, and Jiang Yizhou's stomach was empty while still waiting for Song Rushi's takeout. As he browsed through pages, his mood began to wander—could they replicate miracles in America?
Starting from Instant Messaging, with a functional panel as a link—one function, one button: Mailbox, Portal, games, forums, blogs.
Jiang Yizhou wasn't sure if this would work; after all, besides Tencent in China achieving it, other Instant Messaging platforms had become mere tools that were constantly bought and sold without any notable achievements.
Mailbox is probably the first step for Jiang Yizhou to test the waters. If Mailbox can achieve success, Jiang Yizhou might as well take the risk and continue, as long as the main body of these products does not collapse, their value will still remain.
“Goo goo goo,” his stomach growled with hunger. Jiang Yizhou found some ketchup in the fridge. He examined it and then searched online, “Can ketchup be eaten in large quantities as food?”
Well, it seems like it can be eaten.
“Creak,” Song Rushi arrived just in time. “Sorry, I took a long time finding a Chinese restaurant because I’m not familiar with the area!”
Jiang Yizhou thought carefully and asked, “Your Chinese restaurant isn’t one that serves General Tso's Chicken, right?”
Song Rushi placed the takeout on the coffee table in the living room and rolled her eyes at him. “How could it be? I’ve lived in America before; I know how to distinguish between American Chinese food and authentic Chinese cuisine. Don’t worry, the chef is from back home!”
Jiang Yizhou eagerly opened the bag, tried a few bites, and then started to feast. “Not bad, just a bit bland!”
Wu Ming, on the other hand, couldn’t wait to board the flight back home. He was about to return to his old profession of software development. Jiang Yizhou came up with an idea for him to develop a management system; this kind of software suited his taste and thinking style, although he always had some reservations about it.
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