Wednesday, April 5, 1995.

Chen Dayou and Du Qiu left San Jose and went to San Francisco to visit the headquarters of Wired.

"Wire" was founded in March 1993. With its technology, fanaticism and rebellious style, it created a "cool" image with a distinct personality. It swept across the United States in a very short time and became one of the best-selling popular magazines. It is considered "Rolling Stone" in the 1990s. Even Bill Clinton's spokesperson specially showed the magazine to reporters in order to prove that the White House was not out of touch with the times.

Although sales and influence are increasing day by day, the date of its founding is still short, and the 1995 "Wire" is not very tall and elegant. Their office is in an old-style warehouse building in San Francisco. Next door is a tailor shop specializing in disposable fabrics. When passing by, you can obviously smell the smell of fabrics and chemical raw materials, which is quite strange.

The light in the corridor is relatively dim, and the walls on both sides are gray. Occasionally, you can see some traces of smoke and fire, which look old and depressing. The interior of the office is opposite to the corridor. Because it was rebuilt by the warehouse, there are a row of high and large windows on the south and west sides. The space is spacious and the light is abundant, giving people a bright and open feeling.

However, for a website office, sufficient light is not a good thing. Because you can't see clearly the contents on the computer display screen, each computer has a light block cut out of a used carton, making the originally clean office look like a garbage dump for collecting used electrical appliances.

Chen Dayou was moved by the scene, looked around and sighed: "It's better to see it at first sight than to hear it. I originally thought "Wire" should work in the top office building exclusively in the city center like the New York Times, but I didn't expect to be in such a broken place."

The person in charge of the reception was a very young man named Justin Hall, who was blonde and blue-eyed, tall and thin. He didn't look like a website editor, but more like a heartthrob in a Hollywood campus youth movie. He couldn't understand Chinese and asked, "What?"

"Nothing, I mean you're very... very..."

Chen Dayou thought several words in a row, but he felt that it was not appropriate enough. Du Qiu had been in the United States for almost ten days, and his English level has improved a lot with his eyes and ears. Although it is still not possible in formal occasions, there is no problem with simple communication, so he helped to help him: "It feels very technological."

Justin Hall smiled and said, "Yes, just like Rolling Stone was born for rock music, Wired was born for technology."

The paper media department of Wired magazine works in another warehouse. It is an official website in this office. Du Qiu had already used email to communicate details about iScript special effects. Therefore, after getting to know each other with the editor and several technicians, he took out the floppy disk and showed the samples he made in two days.

In order to show the functions of iScript, Du Qiu made dynamic effects such as text, images, menus, mouse, backgrounds, etc. Because of the lack of mature HTML and CSS support, these special effects are actually very simple, but no matter how simple it is, it is more gorgeous than pure static web pages. In the 1990s, the world was popular with complex and gorgeous fashion styles, so several editors were amazing and shouting constantly...

The editor-in-chief of the official website of "Wire" is Gary Wolf. He was very satisfied with the effect of Du Qiu's display. After handing the check to Chen Dayou, he said, "Mr. Du, I am very curious about you. Can you ask you to have an interview?"

"Of course, I'm honored."

"It must be explained in advance that the content of "Wire" is decided by Louis. I will sort out the interview, but I cannot guarantee it will be published in the magazine. I hope you can understand."

Du Qiu smiled and said politely: "Mr. Wolf, Chinese people often say that they are familiar with each other. We have met twice and are already old friends. It doesn't matter whether the interview can be published. Just treat it as a chat between friends."

Wolf is indeed an "old friend". He was the only media person who knew who Du Qiu was in the O'Reilly meeting room on March 26. At that time, Du Qiu's roar and the powerful functions of iView left a deep impression on him. Therefore, after returning to San Francisco, he persuaded Luis Roseto, the founder of Wired magazine, to invite Du Qiu to create special effects for the website.

"Okay, let's start." Wolf took out a tape recorder, opened it, and put it on the table, saying, "Marc Anderson of Netscape is friends. He told me that you are a genius programmer. Can you talk about where you learned computer programming from? As far as I know, Chinese computer technology is not outstanding."

Du Qiu really laughed this time. Wired magazine is known for its fanatical advocacy of technology and culture. He originally thought Wolf would ask some Internet technology, but he didn't expect that he asked this kind of socialite question, which is a question that can be called thunder and fire. When he was sleepy, he encountered a pillow. If he didn't make good use of it, it would be as regrettable as a football player shooting at an empty gate.

Americans love personal heroism the most...

Inspirational legends are especially popular...

As expected, when Du Qiu finished his inspirational stories of "trafficking", "self-study", "returning to China", "recognizing relatives" in a not-so-smooth English, everyone in the editorial department stood up to applaud and pay tribute to him.

Wolf was extremely excited, jumped up from the seat, hugged Du Qiu hard, and said loudly: "Qiu, you are not only a real genius, but also a real man! Your interview will definitely be published in "Wire" and will definitely! If Louis does not agree, I will use my M1911 to knock his head!"

Chen Dayou roughly knew that Du Qiu had smuggled back from Japan, but he had never heard him say the "detailed" process, and seemed to be moved. He hugged Du Qiu in the same way and said in Chinese: "Du Qiu, you have such a legendary experience, why didn't you say it earlier! Now we have to end our hardships and be famous all over the world."

This fat man is indeed cruel and ruthless, profit-oriented. I was a little moved by the chicken soup I sprinkled by myself. He actually thought about how to use the story to advertise...

"Wire" has at least millions of readers. If the interview can be featured in the magazine, it may really become famous all over the world...

After leaving Wired magazine, Chen Dayou asked on the way back to San Jose, "Du Qiu, are you really going to return to China in a few days?"

"Well, the technical work has been basically solved. I have nothing to do with it. Staying here is a waste of time. And my sister celebrates her 30th birthday at the end of the month, so I have to go back to celebrate her birthday."

"Why are you doing nothing? The United States has just opened, and there are countless things to be busy every day. What should I do if you leave?"

"When God is about to give a great responsibility to this person, he must first make his mind and mind hard and his muscles and bones hard. I will not be responsible for those operations. Brother Chen, you can work harder and practice hard, and you will have a greater burden to bear in the future."

Chen Dayou knew very well that he liked a clear division of labor. He clenched his fist and gently hit the steering wheel, and asked: "If you really enter Wired magazine, there will definitely be many investment companies coming to you by then. What should I do?"

"Just open your mouth." Du Qiu raised his hand and stroked it empty, saying, "At most, 20% of the shares will be released, and there will be no negotiations below 2 million US dollars."

"Our company has only 8 employees in total. After you left, 7 are in China. I am the only one sleeping in the garage alone. Is it worth $10 million?"

"If you don't want to pay, don't talk. I refused $5 million, and I still care about $2 million." Du Qiu has too many ways to make money, so he doesn't care much about money, so he asked, "Brother Chen, when will you get your green card? Without a green card, there are many things that are inconvenient to do."

"The lawyer is preparing documents. He said that the problem is not a big deal and it will be available in a few months at most. When are you planning to apply for a green card?"

"Let's talk about it later. I don't like living in the United States very much."

It was already past six o'clock when the two returned to San Jose. Jiang Danfeng was packing his luggage in his residence. Because the family was about to come back, they were going to move to Wei Zhiqin's house for a few days. Then Chen Dayou stayed to take the company's affairs, while Du Qiu planned to go to New York with Jiang Danfeng and take a direct flight back to China.

Since Chen Dayou and Wei Zhiqin rolled together on April 1st, their relationship has heated up sharply, and they have mixed oil in the honey. After dinner, they left Qiqi at home, asked Du Qiu to help take care of her, and then went out to enjoy the world of two people with their arms around her shoulders.

As soon as the two of them left, Jiang Danfeng took out a bound document and said, "Du Qiu, this is my yen futures investment plan. Can you see if it works?"

Du Qiu was playing with Qiqi at the door. He put the plastic bucket filled with sand on his hand on the ground. While looking through, he asked, "Did you make a profit or lose money today?"

"Today the yen appreciated more than ten basis points and made $1,307."

“That’s not bad.”

Du Qiu carefully looked through the documents and saw that she listed the returns and risks of several different foreign exchange investment tools in different categories. It was very intuitive and clear. So, using the information she knew before traveling through time as a reference, he calculated it in his mind and said, "Just do it according to your plan, but the leverage selection is too conservative, and it is replaced by 200 times."

200 times leverage is a very crazy choice. A 0.5% volatility will lead to a liquidation, but Jiang Danfeng didn't ask a single extra question, nodded and said, "Okay."

Seeing that she was as calm as she was, Du Qiu smiled and said, "I asked you to do what I said, not to be a robot, don't be half dead."

"You are really hard to serve. I'll be proactive. You tell me not to think too much. I won't think too much. You said I'm a robot!" Jiang Danfeng muttered dissatisfiedly and asked in a complaining tone: "Du Qiu, what kind of secretary do you want me to be?"

"I have never been a boss before, and you have never been a secretary. Isn't it normal to work with each other?" Du Qiu didn't care. While shoveling sand for Qiqi, he said: "With your emotional intelligence, you won't be confused about what kind of secretary I want, right?"

Jiang Danfeng felt that the atmosphere was very relaxed at this time. It was a good opportunity to test Du Qiu's thoughts. So he squatted down and helped to shovel the sand a few times, and then said half-truely: "Do you want a secretary who works with you during the day and goes to bed with you at night?"

Du Qiu raised his head and looked directly at her, saying, "If you are willing to go to bed, I can pay you an extra salary."

Jiang Danfeng didn't expect him to be so direct. He was a little angry, but not too angry, a little embarrassed, but not too embarrassed, a little shy, but not too shy. He wanted to scold him, but felt that it was meaningless. He wanted to rebel, but he didn't know what to say. He was stunned for a moment before throwing the shovel to the ground and glaring at Du Qiu fiercely.

However, the glaring eyes touched the desire-filled eyes, and they were instantly disastrous and they appeared again in the hotel in the capital. The heartbeat accelerated and their whole body was hot. It felt like Du Qiu was like a hungry wolf, and he could pounce on her at any time and press her to the ground, bit her to pieces and swallow her into her stomach.

Jiang Danfeng stood up in a panic, turned around and walked towards the second floor. When she reached the entrance of the stairs, she turned her head and asked, "How much is the salary you give?"

“Same as during the day.”
Chapter completed!