"Didi, Didi..."

"asshole!"

"Pig head!"

Just at 5:40 in the morning, Jiang Danfeng was awakened by the alarm clock. She covered her head in the quilt, muttered and scolded Du Qiu a few times, climbed out of bed with a sigh, washed up quickly, tied her scattered hair into a ponytail, put on a red and white sportswear, went to the kitchen to cut a few fruits to make salad, then took the plate to the second floor, knocked on the door of a guest room on the left side of the corridor, and asked softly: "Du Qiu, have you gotten up?"

"Come in."

Jiang Danfeng pushed open the door and saw Du Qiu standing beside the bed and making a phone call. Seeing him smiling and whispering, the opposite side was probably the little nephew of his sister's house, so he put the plate on the bedside table and said, "I'll call home too."

"good."

Jiang Danfeng was just avoiding suspicion and showed that he would not eavesdrop on randomly. However, after returning to his bedroom, he looked at the unfamiliar room and touched the bed with remaining warmth. He suddenly missed his taciturn father and his nagging mother a little. So he picked up the phone and called the number in Yuncheng's hometown. Anyway, Du Qiu paid the bill, and it would be useless to call him. It just happened to take revenge on his hard work and exploitation these days.

Due to the jet lag, 6 a.m. in San Jose is 10 a.m. in Yuncheng. Both parents have already fallen asleep. After being woken up, they heard that their daughter specializes in international travel from the United States to go home for a long distance. They are very happy and excited. Even the father who doesn't usually talk much has become naive and reminds many childish and simple trivial things. Jiang Danfeng was so amused that he was amused and laughed, but after getting up, his mood has been very bad inexplicably improved, and he was full of energy.

When she was at school, she never called home for more than 3 minutes, but this time she called for nearly 10 minutes and still had no intention of hanging up. Until Du Qiu came over and knocked on the door and asked, "Have you finished calling?"

"Dad, I have something to do now, I will call you next time."

"Okay, okay, you need to pay attention to safety in the United States. I'm dead."

Du Qiu was still wearing the Bulls' red and black training suit, but only the top, the trousers were replaced with sports shorts, and the shoes were also changed from AJ's basketball shoes to a pair of lighter professional running shoes. After the two of them finished their fruit salad, they went out to start exercising, but the exercise method was different, one ran and the other rode a bicycle.

There is no way, Du Qiu has the blessing of BUFF. After more than a month of exercise, he can easily run five or six thousand meters every morning. Jiang Danfeng has no BUFF and has never exercised. He is exhausted and panting after running 800 meters. If he can't run, he can leave it alone. However, abroad, although San Jose is one of the best cities in the United States, he is not familiar with the place after all, and he is not at ease to leave the girl alone on the street, so he asked her to follow her on a bicycle. Anyway, riding a bicycle is also a kind of exercise.

In the future, I will get busier and busier, and there are so many things. The secretary is not as good as his body and weakness...

Jiang Danfeng didn't know Du Qiu's intention, and thought that it was the job of a private secretary to accompany the boss to practice morning. She faced the breeze and bathed in the rising sun. After riding a bicycle on the streets of a foreign country for a while, she suddenly felt a romantic feeling. She looked down at her red and white sportswear, and then looked up at the red and black sportswear in front. Although the style and color scheme were completely different, she felt like a couple outfit no matter how she looked.

This bastard might really be interesting to me...

Otherwise, why would you ask me to ride a bike to exercise with him every morning? There is no business to do in the early morning, so isn’t it the same to run alone?

Jiang Danfeng was inexplicably excited and wanted to play a prank, but he felt it was not suitable. He suppressed it for a while, but in the end he was not suppressed. So he stepped on the pedal twice, speeded up the speed and caught up with Du Qiu from behind, kicked him gently with his toes, imitating the lines in "Forrest Gump" and said in English: "A Qiu, RUN!RUN!"

Du Qiu turned his head to look at her, and then really accelerated his pace. Jiang Danfeng smiled happily, like a little girl who had just learned to play games. After a while, he chased and kicked, one ran and the other chased. The two of them ran back and forth around the road near their residence in the form of a back-and-forth run. It was about 5,000 meters, and the mileage was similar to yesterday, but it took five or six minutes shorter.

When he returned to the door of the residence, Du Qiu picked off the electronic watch stained with sweat and threw it to Jiang Danfeng, saying, "Tell me down the time, and urge me every morning to try to increase my speed a little every day."

"You've run very fast today."

"It's not fast enough." Du Qiu wiped the sweat from his forehead with his palm, and said with his waist: "Go and check the standard for national second-level athletes to run 5,000 meters. Use my results today as the bottom line to make a table, and once every 10 seconds, try to improve one gear every day, remind me when it reaches the standard, and then start running 10,000 meters..."

Jiang Danfeng didn't understand why, so he asked, "Why do you do this?"

“Because I’m going to the Olympics.”

Jiang Danfeng thought Du Qiu was joking, but seeing that his expression was serious and did not seem to be joking, he agreed half-believingly and said that he would go to check it out immediately after returning to China. However, he felt that he was indeed a madman disguised as normal people as Chen Dayou’s friends said.

As soon as the two returned to their residence, they saw Chen Dayou holding a sandwich, holding up his hands, standing in front of the computer in the living room, dancing tango. His fat body and weird dance steps were quite funny. Jiang Danfeng held back his laughter, coughed gently, and asked, "Mr. Chen, look at your energetic appearance, finally fell asleep last night?"

Chen Dayou was serious in front of strangers but very inappropriate in front of acquaintances. He hooked his fingers, made a playboy-like teasing move, and asked, "My beauty Jiang, do you know how much downloads our iView are?"

“500?1000?1500?”

Jiang Danfeng guessed three numbers in a row, but they were all wrong. Chen Dayou no longer kept it in a sip, took a bite of the sandwich and announced: "It's 2117 times!"

This number can only be said to be pitiful in 2016, but in 1995 it was a number that exceeded expectations. Du Qiu was a little surprised and said while wiping sweat with a towel: "I thought it would be good to have 1,000, but I didn't expect it to double. As expected, the power of the navy with a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan is different."

"Actually, it's not exactly what you said. Zhou Yuan's boy traveled to all the Chinese Academy of Sciences and all the universities that can access the Internet in Beijing, and encouraged the administrators of the laboratory and computer room to help download it. It is estimated that at least 500 downloads were provided." Chen Dayou smiled and said, "Even if the water in China is removed, there are still more than 1,600, which is much better than when the 7-ZIP was released in January. At that time, the number of downloads on the first day was less than 30, but two months later, there are at least hundreds of thousands of users around the world."

"Mr. Chen, your thing is free. Even if there are hundreds of thousands of people using it, you still can't make a penny. You won't be so excited, right?"

"Miss Jiang, let me tell you this. The browser is equivalent to a TV station. Although it does not make money by itself, it can charge advertising fees. The users are equivalent to viewers. The more people they use, the more merchants they use, the more money they make."

This metaphor is very vivid. Jiang Danfeng finally understood what they were busy with these days. His eyes lit up and he joked: "It seems that I have called the wrong name these days. I shouldn't call you Mr. Chen, but Master Chen."

"Forget it, Master Chen is still comfortable to listen to." Seeing Du Qiu going upstairs to take a shower, Chen Dayou turned his eyes on her and asked, "You are the secretary of Du Qiu, why don't you call him Mr. Du?"

"I haven't signed the contract yet. It's the probation period. It's not too late to change my words after returning to China." Jiang Danfeng opened the refrigerator, took out eggs, bacon, toast and other ingredients from it, and prepared to make a few Western breakfasts. He said while busy: "Mr. Chen, I am not as capable as your friends, and the school's brand is not loud enough. You should help me say more beautifully in front of Du Qiu, don't let him break the bridge when he returns to China. I will fire me."

"I don't think he looks like a person who broke the bridge... You fry two eggs for me. This overnight vegetable sandwich is cold and terrible." Chen Dayou threw the sandwich that he had bitten into the trash can, sat down in front of the computer and read the email, promising: "If Du Qiu fires you, come and be my secretary, and the same monthly salary is 10,000."

"Is the secretary so popular now? I had known that I shouldn't have studied international trade at the beginning, so I would just go and study secretary."

"It's not that the secretary is popular, it's that you are popular with you." Chen Dayou turned his head and looked at her a few times, and said unscrupulously: "Your ability is worth 2,000, your body is worth 8,000, you can use 2,000 during the day and 8,000 at night, just 10,000 a month."

Jiang Danfeng was both ashamed and annoyed. His wrist trembled slightly, almost causing the knife to cut his finger, but he quickly calmed down and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, if you are a secretary, your monthly salary will be at least 18,000, because you are neither Du Qiushuai nor his physical strength, so your salary at night will be doubled."

Chen Dayou laughed, tapped her with his fingers twice, and said, "No, good, Meiren Jiang, Du Qiu chose you as his secretary. It turns out that he didn't choose the wrong one. Don't worry, just with your sharp-tongued skills, he will definitely sign a long-term contract with you."

After breakfast, the group of three drove to Mountain View to officially visit and visit the headquarters of NetView. On this day, Du Qiu was treated far more than yesterday. Not only did the company's co-founder Mark Anderson come in person to entertain him, but even CEO Jim Buxdale, who is far away in New York, also called back to greet him, and said that he would fly back to Mountain View as soon as possible to meet him.

Du Qiu was not private, and in the form of an open class, he explained the design ideas and implementation process of iView and iScript in detail from beginning to end. His forward-looking strategic vision, concise and rigorous programming style, and selfless open source ideas quickly impressed a large group of programmers with high IQ but low EQ, and became the oriental idols second only to Bruce Lee in their hearts.

Of course, Jackie Chan had not entered Hollywood in 1995. For most Americans, the entire East was just Bruce Lee...

However, in the eyes of businessmen, idols are used to make money. In addition to being a technical genius, Mark Anderson is also an outstanding businessman. After Netscape sold it to AOL for $4.2 billion in 1999, he continued to be active in Silicon Valley as a venture capitalist, and participated in investing in famous IT companies such as Skype, Facebook, and Twitter. He made a lot of money, both in terms of vision and methods.
Chapter completed!