Go back to 1990 to start a business

The next afternoon, the Boeing 767 landed at Boston Airport.

When Xia Chuan and the other seven walked out of the passage, a very elegant old woman came up to them with a smile on her face.

"Hello, Xia Chuan, I am Sophia, the director of Harvard."

"Hello, Ms. Sophia, this is my fiancée Zuo Shiyun."

The three of them exchanged some pleasantries, and then Sofia invited seven of them to board a minibus.

After sitting down, Sophia smiled and said: "Mr. Xia Chuan, if you don't mind, we will live in the school apartment. In addition, President Neil Rudenstine has summoned a dozen professors, let's talk about it first."

Xia Chuan frowned slightly: "This is not within the scope of our agreement. I refuse all communication. Send me directly to the Hilton. We need to eat. Also, please don't worry, I will pay for the food and accommodation myself."

Sophia's smile suddenly froze.

In her opinion, not everyone can come to Harvard to give a lecture, and those who can be invited are proud of it.

Xia Chuan is just a high school student in his twenties. Shouldn't he be admired and worshiped even more in front of such a top university in the world?

Shouldn’t it be an honor to have more than a dozen professors communicating with you?

But Xia Chuan didn't feel any glory at all. He was just dissatisfied with Harvard's strength. He didn't ask for his opinion at all, and even ignored the fact that he hadn't eaten.Although there are meals on the plane, that is another matter, and the minimum respect is not.

Sofia quickly came to her senses and realized she had screwed up.

The principal repeatedly told her to be polite, but she misunderstood the meaning, thinking that the principal meant that Xia Chuan was from the Mellon Consortium and one of her own.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xia Chuan. I didn't think carefully and thought we could have dinner together. I solemnly apologize to you." Sophia said seriously.

Xia Chuan said calmly: "I don't accept it. You can't represent the principal."

Sophia's scalp suddenly became numb and she quickly said: "The principal respects you very much, please believe me."

Xia Chuan said coldly: "I told you to go to Hilton. It's useless for you to drag me to school. You are playing with fire."

Sofia woke up suddenly and hurriedly told the driver: "Go to Hilton!"

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror with dissatisfaction, only to find Zang Hong's sword-like gaze, and was so frightened that he quickly turned around.

Boston is such a big place, arriving soon.

Xia Chuan and the other seven got off the car and walked straight into the hotel.

Sophia helplessly said to the driver: "Go back and ask the principal to come."

The driver said angrily: "I think Xia Chuan is scared. He doesn't dare to give a speech at Harvard for fear of being embarrassed. Anyway, we sent out the notice and the students and the media know about it. It's his fault if he doesn't go. Let's let his reputation be tarnished."

Sofia looked at the driver seriously: "Does anyone believe this? Go back immediately!"

……

Rudenstine and a dozen professors were already waiting in the conference room.

These people are extremely interested in Xia Chuan. Their knowledge of Xia Chuan comes from the media. However, those media reporters are all following the thriller route. They don’t ask about anything useful and just talk nonsense, which makes them extremely depressed. .

Fortunately, the principal finally found an opportunity. It was said that it was Matthew who provided the information, saying that Xia Chuan had spent all his money and had nothing to do. He would definitely have time to invite him to Harvard.

Sure enough, Xia Chuan accepted the invitation.

But these people never expected that it was just Sophia who walked in.

Everyone looked at her in surprise.

Sofia was a little embarrassed, but she didn't dare to hide it. This was about the reputation of both parties, and no one could afford to lose. If she dared to tell a lie, the consequences of provoking a dispute would be disastrous.

Therefore, she described the process accurately.

The principal rubbed his temples and asked in confusion:

"Don't you know where you went wrong?

How can you talk about communication?When did I say communication?Does Xia Chuan need to communicate with us?The last thing he wants to do is communicate!

Because our things cannot be turned into money, but every word he says may generate profits!

He can speak, that's completely within his control.But in communication, if we question his point of view, we will definitely win, but what's the use?

Think about it, if we asked about the research and development direction of the chip, how would he answer?If you win the debate, will you prove him wrong?He dares to invest US$20 billion. Do you dare to conclude that he is wrong?

Our purpose is not to communicate, but to welcome him. A dozen professors greeted him together and just chatted with him.But you - you represent Harvard to compete with him? "

Sophia's face turned blue and white after being scolded, and she said awkwardly: "Then how can I save it?"

"As long as you understand, I'll go by myself." After the principal vented his anger, he stood up and left.

The dozen or so professors shrugged, and one of them said dissatisfied: "How come our words are not valuable anymore? So the principal asked us to chat with him? I won't chat anymore."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Then everyone else left.

But others still have some judgment because Xia Chuan will not come today.

……

After Xia Chuan and the other seven finished their meal, they got into Hilton's VIP car and set off.

The two vehicles left downtown Boston and headed northwest.

After passing through the famous Cambridge city where Harvard and MIT are located, we took Massachusetts Route 2, also known as Concord Highway.

Continue driving northwest for 10 minutes and arrive at the intersection of Interstate Highway 95. On the north side is the most famous town in the United States, the place where the first shot of the Revolutionary War was fired - Lexington.

Zang Hong asked the driver in confusion: "Why is it called Cambridge Highway when we exit Route 95?"

The driver shrugged: "This is a road built by the oil company, just to make you confused and waste gas."

Zang Hong stared, are you serious?

Xia Chuan laughed.

The motorcade continued to move forward, and the driver pointed and said, "That is Wang An's home. The place where he lived during his lifetime and where he is buried after his death, Lincoln Town."

Ahead is a silent, yet beautiful and tranquil town.

The driver eloquently introduced that this is a town with a long history, and its colonial settlement first began in the mid-17th century.

The town of Lincoln was originally part of Concord. In the mid-18th century, Lincoln was separated from Concord because it was too far away from the place of worship and was inconvenient.

This town of Lincoln has nothing to do with that American president.

The town has a population of more than 6000, and there are only more than 200 Asians.Due to its convenient transportation and peaceful environment, many famous professors, engineers, and computer scientists live here.

Many Chinese, including the early co-founders of "Wang An Laboratory", have lived here for decades.

Lincoln Cemetery is located just north of the center of Lincoln Town, in a quiet place with deep woods and quiet water.

The two Lincolns continued to move forward. At this time, there were scattered houses that appeared and disappeared in the dense woods on both sides of the road.

The highway has also been reduced from three lines to two lines, and the wide grass isolation zone in the middle has been turned into a narrow concrete pier.

After a while, it turned into a country road again. After turning an intersection, the driver pointed again:

"That is the private residence of Dr. Wang An. It was built in 1941 and is a single-family residence covering an area of ​​2.6 acres. Its transportation location is very convenient, only 20 minutes away from 'Lowell' (Wang An's company headquarters). 90 After Wang An passed away, his wife still lived here."

The vehicle continued to move forward, and the rural road became narrower and smoother, like a snake meandering in the dense forest hills.

Xia Chuan stuck his head out of the window. The trees were like a canopy, and the surroundings were pristine and green. Everything was completely silent, except for a few colonial houses.

After a while, an open space suddenly appeared on the right side of the road. Under the tall and lush cypress trees, there was a simple stone gate, which looked like the entrance to a deep house compound hidden deep in the forest.On both sides of the open entrance are two low stone piers guarding the door, with the words:

Lincoln Cemetery.

Everyone got out of the car, Shiyun held Xia Chuan's hand with a solemn expression.

This beautiful garden-style cemetery is secluded from the world and completely in harmony with nature. It has lush vegetation, a creek, and a few small ponds. It can be said to be a treasure land that complements Feng Shui.

"Why is it so big?" Shiyun asked the driver with a frown.

The driver understood the implication very well and shrugged and said: "I don't know where it is. Although I admire Dr. Wang An very much, I have never paid my respects to him. Over the past 260 years, more than 9 dead people have been buried here, more than alive people." Much more.”

Xia Chuan turned to Zang Hong and said: "Looking for Wang An's tomb in such an empty and deserted tomb forest should be a very challenging task, but this is obviously not a challenge to me. I leave it to you."

Zang Hong's scalp felt numb for a while, must he find the Year of the Donkey?

But at this moment, a car horn sounded from behind.

Everyone looked back and was happy to see another Lincoln coming quickly.

Xia Chuan smiled and said: "I bet there is no need to look for him, he must be here to be our guide."

The Lincoln rushed forward and stopped abruptly. The car door opened and a fat old man stepped out. He smiled from a distance and said, "Xia Chuan, luckily I'm here. You must not know the location of Wang An's cemetery, right?"

The driver trembled. Your guide must be of this level.

Xia Chuan greeted him with a smile, shook hands and said, "Thank you, principal, for personally leading the way."

"It's easy to talk about." The principal smiled happily.

……

As everyone walked forward, at the end of the birch tree path, a maple tree path branched off to the left.Continuing to extend in front are the "Hawthorn Tree" Road and the "Alpine Tree" Road.

At the maple crossing, a tombstone stands conspicuously, flanked by low, thick evergreen trees.

The tombstone faces east and west, enjoying a large lawn space by itself.Looking at the back of the tombstone in the morning sun, I felt an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes of life.

After walking around to the front of the tombstone, I saw a familiar Chinese character engraved on it: "王".

This is Wang An’s tomb.

In 86, when Wang An's computer was at its peak, Wang An visited China and was met and praised by the Buddha.After he returned to the United States, he appointed his eldest son Wang Lie as the president of the company, while he retreated to the second line.

However, unexpectedly, in just over a year from the end of 86 to Wang An's cultivation in 88, "Wang An Computer" went from strength to decline, and suffered huge losses.

Wang An, 69, had difficulty eating and was diagnosed with an "esophageal tumor" and subsequently underwent resection at Boston Hospital.After recovering, Wang An was recuperating at home. Faced with the company's deteriorating momentum, he had to come back again.

But less than half a year later, in March 1990, Wang An died at the Massachusetts General Hospital at the age of 3 due to the recurrence of his old illness.

The life of a generation of "computer kings" came to an end.

Two days later, Wang An's funeral was held in Harvard's chapel, and he was later buried here.

The upper part of the front of the tombstone is a circle, with his surname in large Chinese characters engraved in it: "Wang"; below is his capital pinyin "WANG", which was also the corporate logo of the former "Wang An Computer".

The two edges of the tombstone are carefully carved and symmetrical with three continuous flower heads.