Fu Song once said that to make this developer conference lively, the boss said that the people below would have to run away. From Wang Yonghong to the staff of the public relations department, I have been worried about these months.

They basically divided the domestic stars and bands and listed more than a dozen invitation lists, but once reported to Fu Song, he was killed once. In the end, everyone discovered a rule or a secret. It turned out that Mr. Fu likes rock!

After knowing the boss’s preferences, everything will be easier.

Cui Jian, Tang Dynasty, Black Panther, Breathing, 1989, and finally Wang Yonghong made his own decision and stuffed Liang Mengru's band in.

As expected, after reporting this list, Fu Song passed without saying a word.

In fact, Fu Song doesn't like listening to rock and roll so much. If he had to choose, he would prefer listening to Peking Opera specials, but young people don't like Peking Opera, so they can only subscribe to young people.

The problem is that only rock and roll can match his appetite in this era. When I heard too much northwest wind in the 1980s, I felt that it was the same tone. In addition, it was mixed with Lao Mouzi's "Red Sorghum", which was really nauseating.

Before the performance started, Fu Song took Xu Lin to the backstage and asked for a lot of autographs, and finally asked Cui Jian to take a photo together.

The performance was wonderful, the atmosphere on the scene was extremely warm, and there was a chorus from time to time. Fu Song knew for the first time that once the coders were let go, they would be more crazy than ordinary people.

The noisy sound made Fu Song feel a little uncomfortable, so he greeted Xu Lin and went out alone to get some breath.

The gate of the conference hall closed the noise behind him. Fu Song couldn't wait to breathe a few breaths. Then, the door opened again and someone ran out of it. He was also breathing heavily when Fu Song was imitating.

Hey, isn't this the one?

“are    you     ok?”

"Ah? It's you!" Lei Buqun, who was a big young man, looked flustered and was ready to apply oil to the soles of his feet. "What do you want to do?"

Fu Song looked at his expression and said funny: "Why do I think you are afraid of me?"

"Old..., I don't!" Lei Buqun originally wanted to say tough, I'm not afraid of you, but when he thought of the scene where Fu Song and Dean Zhou and others were chatting and laughing at noon today, he quickly swallowed the words to his mouth and looked at Fu Song curiously and said, "It's too noisy inside, I'll come out to have some breathing, do you think it's noisy?"

Seeing that he was so sensible in the current affairs, Fu Song couldn't help laughing. No wonder it was rumored on the Internet that he was a drama master, Monkey King, and a person like Yue Buqun. He didn't believe it at first, but what he saw today was that this guy was arrogant at first and respectful at the end, so he really didn't wrong him.

Although those eyes were small, they were swirling quickly and were easily confused by his honest appearance.

However, Fu Song had no disgust towards him, but he had no good feelings. He could not count the famous people he met in this life, and he still cared about such a small character? If he hadn't happened to recognize him during the meeting today, he wouldn't have remembered that there was such a person at all.

Fu Song suddenly said, "You are very lucky."

Lei Buqun was confused, "What?"

Fu Song smiled and said, "It's nothing. Where are you making a living now?"

Lei Buqun said: "I am still in school and from the Department of Computer Science at Wuhan University. I will graduate next year."

Fu Song asked curiously: "Is your Wuhan University's English teaching really bad? How is your English?"

Lei Buqun: "….”

Seeing that his face turned green, Fu Song laughed again, "Do you want to come to Yuanwang Technology to work?"

"Ah?!" Lei Buqun's heart was thrilled, "I think, but they don't have to want me."

Fu Song smiled and said, "I said you can do it, you will definitely do it!"

He said this not to be aware of the people. Even though Lei Buqun is an unknown little person, as long as he receives an invitation from the Yuanwang Technology Developer Conference, it means that his ability has been recognized by Yuanwang Technology.

Every time Yuanwang Technology sends an invitation letter, it is equivalent to spending a Yuanwang computer, and travel expenses, accommodation expenses, catering expenses, etc. to and from Beijing are tens of thousands of yuan.

Yuanwang Technology is a formal company, not a good place to open a charity hall. The investment of such a large cost is of course to get greater returns.

Therefore, there are countless strict considerations for the issuance of each invitation letter. Yuanwang Technology's offices in various places have tried their best to find experts in computer technology from the local area and select the best from the best. This is why are cats and dogs qualified to receive the invitation letter?

Of course, Fu Song naturally would not say these things behind the invitation letter, and patted Lei Buqun's shoulder: "Tomorrow, you can visit Yuanwang Technology and see with your own eyes. It doesn't matter if you haven't graduated, you can do an internship first."

Lei Buqun was right when he thought about it. He completed the four-year undergraduate credits two years in advance. Now he has nothing to do, so it’s good to find an internship.

This night was a sleepless night for many people.

The more than 800 developers who participated in the Yuanwang Technology Developer Conference naturally had to take a sneak peek after receiving the computer, so this research could not be stopped. In the hundreds of rooms in the China Hotel, they occasionally exclaimed "dummy" and "awesome" and other surprises.

The invited media reporters and editors also received a free computer, and they tried the computer and wrote articles.

In the past, they had to rack their brains when writing articles, but this time Yuanwang Technology actually gave them a template article, so they didn’t have to waste brain cells. They just need to fill in the text according to this template.

Qiu Bojun also suffered from insomnia.

He was also invited to attend the Yuanwang Technology developer conference. When he saw Yan Yuanchao introduce word editor in the morning, he had a bad premonition, but he still had a hint of luck in his heart.

Perhaps, no, sure, word       editor must have many flaws.

But when he personally operated the word editor on the Yuanwang computer, he realized that he was wrong.

"How is it?" Zhang Xuanlong, who lives in the same room, asked nervously when he saw that his face was not very good.

Qiu Bojun sat for a few seconds and squeezed out an ugly smile: "Mr. Zhang, it's not that I'm improving others' ambitions and destroying my own prestige, our wps are behind."

During Yan Yuanchao's speech in the morning, Zhang Xuanlong was also present. Of course, he knew that wps was not as mature as word. Not to mention anything else, word      editor can already do mouse operations and what you see is what you get. However, wps operations can only use various commands and shortcut keys, and need to be typed through control characters. Whether in terms of efficiency or availability, word      editor is a lot more than wps.

However, he still had confidence in WPS. To be precise, he had confidence in the Qiu Bojun, who was a few years younger than him. This little brother spent several months on his own efforts, and forced to create WPS from scratch.
Chapter completed!