host brain pain

Chapter 164 Boring Vacation, Female... Nothing (Part 1)
"Trumpchi GS8 is not cheap."

Su Yuan's voice came from behind, and his hot breath followed him along with the fragrance of the noodles.

"This is still the Supreme Edition, and it landed at 26."

Su Xiaomu answered honestly, "I don't understand either. Anyway, the price of the 4S store in Yangcheng is 21, and the basic maintenance of the 3S store in other places for three years + 5 kilometers is also given."

Su Yuan: "..."

Get used to it.

"Let's eat, put two poached eggs." Su Yuan put his face in front of Su Xiaomu, sat opposite Su Xiaomu, and stopped talking.

Su Xiaomu took the chopsticks and put them together. The steaming heat was mixed with the unique smell of oil at home. Compared with Su He's increasingly refined cooking skills, Su Yuan really only had home-cooked standards.

Although the level of cooking skills has nothing to do with hard work, but Su Ho is getting better day by day, and the old Su family, only Comrade Su Yuan can barely do it.

But when it comes to the time period of the war, Comrade Su Yuan estimated that it was ten times that of Su Ho.

Su Ho, who was born with an unknown number of golden keys, has never been in the kitchen since he was a child, and the matter of adding rice has only recently begun.

As for Cheng Qianwei's cooking skills... It's edible anyway.

When there was really no choice, Su Xiaomu chose to cook by himself.

"It still tastes better at home." Su Xiaomu sighed sincerely. "It's really hard to eat such delicious noodles outside!"

In the blink of an eye, Suho, who worked so hard to improve his cooking skills, was thrown to Java.

I don't know if Suho in the other side will sneeze a few times.

"Cub, let's talk while eating." Cheng Qianwei was clearly in the middle of talking, and planned to dig out all the roots and hairs with a hoe.

Su Xiaomu nodded nonchalantly with the noodles between his hands.

Anyway, explaining this kind of thing, to him, is just talking casually, the things are all true, except for a little rhetorical technique, there is no difference.

"What is the algorithm you're talking about? Did you major in computer science in college? I remember?" Cheng Qianwei didn't understand these terms very well.

Su Xiaomu explained while eating, "That's right, algorithm is also a compulsory subject for computer science majors. Its main function is probably equivalent to laying the foundation for software programs, and the process of programming is equivalent to building a house on this foundation."①
"The stability of the house and the future development trend generally depend on the firmness and excellence of the foundation."

"So, if you are more thoughtful about the algorithm, the quality of the software program you design will be better."

"I say that, can you understand me?"

Cheng Qianwei nodded, "I understand. You mean that you are highly talented in algorithms, so the programs you design are better than others, so you can exchange them for money?"

Su Xiaomu nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, that's it. Didn't I go to Nanning and Shanghai to participate in the competition? The comparison is in the design ability of the algorithm, and I will go to the finals of Peking University next year."

"First place in the competition?" Cheng Qianwei continued to ask.

"No, No. 2, because it was the first time I took a plane, it was very uncomfortable and I didn't perform well. Alas, things like planes are really..." Su Xiaomu sighed.

After picking up the last chopsticks noodles in the bowl, suck them into your mouth.

Exhale a long breath, feel comfortable physically and mentally.

"Did the first one go to that summit just now?" Cheng Qianwei asked again.

Su Xiaomu answered simply and directly, "No, Mom, don't beat around the bush, I'll just say it straight, I've earned a total of 100 million, and I've sold a program several times, all of which are companies in need. Go transfer it to Dad's card tomorrow."

As he said that, Su Xiaomu almost shed hot tears. He reached into his pocket with his right hand and gently stroked the five yuan that had accompanied him through the whole autumn and winter.

Me, the four-pigeon killer.

Me, I'm handsome.

I don't have feelings.

Also, don't get money.

Cheng Qianwei glanced at Su Xiaomu strangely, "Cub, are you sure you earned as much as 100 million?"

Su Xiaomu thought for a while and gave an example.

"Actually, many people are making money very quickly nowadays. I heard that some Internet article authors said in interviews that their monthly income was RMB 70 to RMB [-]."

"Algorithms are considered high-tech anyway, and the summit is relatively high-end, and the people who gave the speeches are all billionaires."

Cheng Qianwei reluctantly accepted, and was going to check Baidu in a while.

Don't think that we rural people don't understand these things!
Su Xiaomu looked at Su Yuan who was sitting opposite, and suddenly remembered Su Ho's advice.

"Abba, I gave you the car keys just now. Now it is a temporary license plate. It has to be replaced with our local license plate. There are two cards in the sun visor above the driver's seat. One is a fuel card and the other is a maintenance card."

"The gas card can be converted into a registered card at a Sinopec gas station, and there will be points, which are universal across the country; the maintenance card is universal for Trumpchi 4S stores in the province of Hun."

Su Yuan: "..."

"Oh."

After that, Su Xiaomu, who had been driving for more than 7 hours, said he had brought a gift, then went upstairs, threw himself on the familiar bed at home, and fell asleep.

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The next morning, Su Xiaomu was not woken up by the biological clock, but by the continuous sound of firecrackers.

According to Jiyang custom, once a family buys a new car, three or four relatives and friends from the neighborhood will hang out firecrackers.

It means congratulations and so on.

The host will treat everyone to a meal, either at home or in a restaurant.

Of course, as far as Jiyang is concerned, there is no place that can be called a restaurant 15 kilometers away.

Therefore, generally speaking, they will kill chickens and ducks at their own home to have a lively meal.

When the whip rang, Su Xiaomu didn't know that his boring vacation had just begun...

When Su Xiaomu was sleeping soundly, the nearest family from the neighborhood came to Su Xiaomu's house, carrying long firecrackers, which were said to go off [-] times.

After the crackling sound, Su Yuan dragged people into the house.

"..."

After a few flattering greetings, Su Yuan Bei'er proudly pointed at Su Xiaomu who was staring and rubbing his eyes.

"The car, I bought it!"

"My cub bought a lot of things, I'll bring you one when I leave later."

"My cub is amazing in college... blah blah blah."

Then Su Xiaomu was pulled over and called Uncle, shy, honest, ordinary, ordinary, and sleepy.

"Ah, Xiao Muzi is really promising in college. I have long seen that you are not ordinary. You have studied well since you were a child. You can listen to every sentence at home. Unlike my second child, who doesn't read books... blah blah blah .”

Su Xiaomu hurriedly said, "Uncle, Er Yazi is not what you said, he is amazing, I'm just a blind cat catching mice."

There is nothing wrong with flattering and flattering. Neighborhood harmony is a must-learn skill.

If that's the case, it's just a less than satisfactory start to the holiday...

However, following the repeated operations day after day, Su Xiaomu looked at the blue sky and remained silent for a long time.

Boring holidays, no women, no Onoko, nothing!

①: I just said it casually, I don’t know either.

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The first update, it must be the third update today, anyway, the author doesn't have the freedom to get off work.

(End of this chapter)