child prodigy at eighty

"Also, if you think it's boring to live alone, you can bring Mr. Li here. He's also retired now, so he's boring alone." Song Shiyu seriously suggested.

"Mr. Li has asked his son to take him home."

"Mr. Li has a son?"

"I've been separated for many years, and I also met by chance."

Actually not, if according to the historical track, Master Li didn't see his relatives until he died, but now it's different, he completed a reunion dream for him in advance, which can be regarded as his best.

"That's a good relationship. Mr. Li's life is not easy." Song Shiyu said with emotion, sincerely happy for Mr. Li.

The two of them were chatting and chatting, and if they didn't pay attention, the sky would turn dark, and the air conditioner in the room was humming, making Song Shiyu unwilling to move at all, it was so comfortable.

Thinking of the sweltering heat in the dormitory now, with seven big boys sweating and walking around, without even a fan, he thought he could just live here, it was so comfortable.But think about the distance again, no matter if you take the bus or ride a bicycle, you can’t stop at two o’clock, he’s very tight on time, okay?

What?Private car transfer?Come on, Gu Weifeng is as busy as a dog, and it may not be easy to find out to play with him for most of the day. This afternoon, the pager rang once every half hour on average, and he was deaf.

Can't have both fish and bear's paw, it's about him now.

"Tomorrow weekend, I'll be staying here tonight. The upstairs is in the sun all day, so I can just wash up." Gu Weifeng looked at him and said.Even though he is so rich now, he can't make out equipment that hasn't appeared yet, such as electric water heaters.

This can be.He nodded, enjoying a day is a day.

After finding a new towel, vest and shorts for Song Shiyu and sending someone to take a shower, he turned around and went out to find a job assignment on the phone.

It’s really inconvenient to not have a phone, but he doesn’t want to use his big brother’s stupid game that often can’t find a signal. The bb machine doesn’t have a Chinese display function, and it can’t reply. It’s really useless, and I don’t know what it is Time to update.As for the fixed line, if you want to apply for a fixed line now, don't dream about it.

To say that a person like him who grasps the opportunities of the times should plunge into the electronics industry, but he doesn't. Electronics is only an inconspicuous part of his industry chain. He is more crazily accumulating primitive capital. Prepare for opening an account in the stock market next year.

After returning from the phone call, as soon as he entered the room, he saw Song Shiyu wearing his big vest and sitting with his back facing him, with his waist hooked and he didn't know what he was doing.

"You don't even wipe your hair, what are you doing?" A towel covered his head.

"I almost cut off the flesh!" Song Xiaosan lifted the towel and complained all over her face with nail clippers in hand.

Gu Weifeng followed his hand and looked down, um, he was cutting his toenails stiffly, "You are so big that you can still cut the flesh, you are useless." After finishing speaking, he took the nail clippers in his hand and put Cut him.

"I'll do it myself." Song Shiyu shrank his feet, but still took a step too late, and was caught by Gu Weifeng.

"Excuse me? Did I cut you too little?" As far as his black hand experience is concerned, Gu Weifeng did a lot of these jobs for him when they were together, and they all went smoothly.

"I'm afraid you'll cut my flesh." Song Shiyu retreated vigorously, blushing a little for some reason, it's so shameful for someone to cut his toenails at such an adult.

"Don't move, if you move again, you'll really cut the flesh." Gu Weifeng grabbed his feet and cut his nails meticulously.Although in his consciousness he hasn't served anyone like this for more than 20 years, his movements are still very proficient, as if those 20 years were just an illusion of his.

Song Shiyu really didn't dare to move anymore, since his feet were in his hands, it would be safer for him to be honest.

But why does it feel so strange to see his hands grabbing his feet?He used to cut himself a lot.

It must be because it hasn't been cut in recent years.

There was a burst of clicking, clicking, and one foot was cut off quickly. Gu Weifeng patted the cut foot and asked him to change it. Song Xiaosan naturally put the other foot on his knee, and waited for someone to serve him. .

Gu Weifeng continued to cut without complaint: "You do it too, quickly wipe your hair."

"My hand is broken." Song Xiaosan suddenly made a gesture of breaking his hand.

Gu Weifeng didn't say a word, after cutting his toenails, he raised his hand and touched his head, "I'll wipe it for you."

"You didn't wash your hands!" Song Shiyu ran to the other side of the sofa with a terrified expression on his face.

"Do you wipe or should I wipe?" He asked blankly.

"You're ruthless." Song Shiyu laughed and scolded, scratching his head with a towel indiscriminately, not forgetting to send him: "Hurry up and wash your hands."

Gu Weifeng shook his head and said deliberately, "I hate my own feet."

"Get lost." Song Shiyu couldn't stand him anymore, the bigger the worse the worse.

After sleeping until dawn, Gu Weifeng smiled when he opened his eyes.

Don't look at his prestige outside, but in the face of the big problem of sleeping, no matter how powerful he is, he can only resist it.

However, he was able to fall asleep again last night, which made him feel extremely clear. It had been a whole month since he fell asleep naturally on the train last time.

Feeling heavy in the stomach, looking down, Song Xiaosan's foot was on his body.

Really, when did I learn the problem.He picked up the hoof and stuffed it into his bed, touched his rosy sleeping face from the air, and quietly got up.

When he came back from his morning run with a big breakfast of deep-fried dough sticks, steamed buns, pancakes, burnt rings, soybean milk, and millet porridge, Song Shiyu had already washed up and sat on the sofa waiting for his meal.

Be good like a baby.

It's just like that, this is clearly a master.

But he is still willing to serve, and he is also willing to fight and suffer.

Just after breakfast, I heard someone looking outside, the voice was quite familiar.

"Boss!" As soon as Wang Bing came, he saw Gu Weifeng with a radiant face and a smile on his face, and he was taken aback. The sun came out from the west again?

"What's the matter?" The smile on Gu Weifeng's face quickly turned into a serious one, and he returned to the toughness that strangers should not enter.

Fortunately, Wang Bing and the others have already gotten used to his unsmiling appearance, but when he smiled, his whole body turned white, "There was something wrong with that batch of goods last time, boss, go and see how to deal with it?"

At this time Song Shiyu came out of the house, still wearing slippers two sizes too big on his feet, and greeted him with a smile, "Brother Wang is here." "Yo, Xiaoyu is here." The source of the good mood, it was not because of this kid that I laughed last time, it must be this time.This kid was unusual in the boss's mind, so he quickly labeled Song Shiyu.

Song Shiyu smiled, and said to Gu Weifeng: "If you have something to do, you should do it first, and I can go by myself."

"Not busy." Gu Weifeng said directly, "I'll take you back after dinner."

No matter what Gu Weifeng said, he had to send him back first. The reason was that there was no reason.

It's just so domineering, it's so authoritarian, it's just unreasonable.

Song Shiyu was speechless.

He really doesn't need this kind of inexplicable attention, he can find the bus back.

Gu Weifeng didn't explain much, he took him back to school on a motorcycle, no matter if you can find it or not.

"Call me if you have anything to do. Call me if you have nothing to do." Gu Weifeng said.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and get on with your work." Song Shiyu really couldn't stand his strange personality, it seemed like he had taken the wrong medicine.

Gu Weifeng left, and Song Shiyu wandered around the dormitory before running to their R&D courtyard.

As soon as Song Shiyu entered, he was stopped by Wang Xuekang and complained, "You are here, let me tell you, Zhang is not a human being at all, he has been tinkering with his programs day and night, you hurry up and talk about him. It's like I don't work hard!"

Wang Xuekang’s complaint was deeper than the Mariana Trench. Anyway, he was also an electronic madman in college. It’s trivial to stay up all day and night to study electronics, but that guy doesn’t sleep at all, and he has never seen him. bed!What a fucking lunatic.

He was so forced that he didn't want to stay any longer.

The largest room was turned into a small electronic research and development room by them. Various originals were piled up here and there. Zhang Haiping next to him was concentrating on typing codes that Song Shiyu couldn't understand on the computer, and his two fingers were about to fly.Next to him was a cup of leftover strong tea, which was dark and bitter in the mouth just looking at it.

Song Shiyu looked beside him for a long time but didn't see him look up. If he didn't do something with his concentration, he would be sorry for staying up all those nights.What a commendable sight, if one ignores the strange puffs of smell coming from him.

Song Shiyu felt like he couldn't breathe...

"Boss, big shareholder, you should say something." Wang Yongkang was speechless, look, that's it, how can he work in this environment.

Song Xiaosan coughed and knocked on the table, "Brother Zhang, take a rest."

"Wait a minute." He didn't lift his head, nor did his fingers leave the keyboard.

"time to eat."

"Not hungry." Continue to stare at the computer.

"You're all rotten."

He raised his sleeve and sniffed, "It's okay."

This is also called okay?What is that bad?Does it smell like manure?

"These are useless at all, I have tried them all." Wang Yongkang said with a bitter face.

Song Shiyu saw how nonstop he was, smiled, and said softly, "Zhang Haiping, deduct wages."

The keyboard sound stopped in shock, and Madman Zhang raised his head suddenly, "No!" Those scarlet eyes showed a wolf-like ferocity, if you dare to deduct my salary, I will fight you!

"Oh, I'm afraid of deducting wages, so tell me earlier." Wang Xuekang, who had no winks, stretched out a finger to poke the other party, "Crazy people are also afraid sometimes, ha."

"If you don't want to deduct your wages, you should be more restrained. Brother Zhang, you are a human being, not a machine. I don't want to send you to the hospital in two months." Song Shiyu looked at him seriously, and wanted to say something imposing, but really Because he couldn't stand the lingering smell of the stock, "You'd better go take a bath and change your clothes, it's rotten."

"If you dare to detain my work, I will run with the results!" Zhang Haiping, who was still spinning codes in his mind, still had a hard time with his words.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and take a shower." Wang Xuekang shouted.

Now he no longer has the slightest admiration for this great god, wishing that he would disappear before his eyes immediately.

When the others tidied up and came out, Zhang Dashen also returned to his previous dog-like appearance, throwing out his bloodshot eyes, changing into a suit and being able to speak on stage, which perfectly explained what it means to rely on clothes.

"Brother Zhang, you are working too hard."

"If you don't work hard, you can't do it. It's just the two of us. If we don't work hard, can we achieve results in a few lifetimes? We'll be a fart when everyone else has achieved results."

"Shiyu, we have too few people now, not enough at all."

"Then recruit people."

"It's not that easy. Those who are able to go abroad go abroad, and those who don't go abroad go to public institutions. How can a small workshop like ours recruit useful people." Wang Xuekang is very pessimistic.

"Recruiting? Do you still have money?" Zhang Haiping asked politely.

"Also, the original experiment is almost used up, and materials need to be imported." Wang Xuekang continued.

money, people...

Song Shiyu frowned slightly, "So fast?"

"Hurry up? This is still insufficient manpower. If there are enough people, such a small amount of things will not be enough to consume for a week."

"When will the result be produced?"

"According to the current speed, the fastest one year."

"It's been too long, I want to see the result in half a year." Song Shiyu frowned.

"You think this is a trick? We can conjure it for you if you want it? You might as well be a commercial spy and steal it." Zhang Haiping directly turned back, not caring that the boss in front of him was paying the money.

"Don't be angry, I can handle the money, what about the people? Where can we recruit the right people?"

"If you can get the money, I can contact a few classmates who are not so proud of their jobs, but you'd better find a place to be affiliated here, and you can't lose your name. It's best to be a public institution."

Wang Xuekang answered, "I can do this. How about joining our school? A serious and prestigious university, I promise not to disgrace their reputation, and I will finish it for you in a few days. But there are really not enough people, so I can't wait."

"Okay, that's it. I'll prepare the funds, and I'll leave the remaining two things to you." Song Shiyu made a decision, and before leaving, he did not forget to tell them not to stay up too late at work, and there was no overtime pay for overtime work.

It is his boss who can say such things.