The dazzling sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the curtains, and it was dawn for a long time.
Lin Xun looked at the time, nine o'clock in the morning.
After typing the code all night, it's time to go to bed.
He exited the compiler, and at the same time, pushed a news on the top right of the computer screen.
Lin Xun rarely read the news, but this news is different, and one of the keywords caught his attention.
The headline of the news was: "Yinhe Group invested a lot of money and invested 30 million yuan for Lions." After clicking, the content and the title match. After the "lions" received 30 million investment, its founder met with the CEO of "Galaxy" to talk about future development plans and look forward to the intelligent trend based on artificial neural network engine , The great revolution that is about to happen in the world.
He nodded blankly.
Lions is a team that has flourished in recent years, with neural networks as a gimmick, and it has made a big splash at a creative exhibition. Lin Xun, the founder of this team, knew each other and had dealings with him when he was in school. When he graduated, he invited him to join, but he didn't look at it and didn't go.
In fact, he did not care about this matter, but the word "Galaxy".
That one, the CEO of Galaxy, the myth of the programming world, is his male **** and the male **** of most programmers.
The male **** started from scratch, initially doing the Internet of Things, and later engaged in artificial intelligence. For several years, he has been standing in the air of the times. The "Galaxy" has also become a technology empire that has taken root in all fields. There is a saying: "If there is no galaxy, the era of the smart city will be at least two decades late."
——In short, the news means that a person who can't look down on him not only got the opportunity to talk to the goddess cordially, but also took 30 million dollars from the goddess.
Lin Xun thought that if the 30 million yuan were for me, I would certainly be able to do better than that person.
After a bit of sourness, he began to have a headache, and the blood vessels at the temple jumped suddenly, which was the sequelae of knocking the code overnight. But just as he was about to leave the computer desk and started to feel refreshed, the ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly sounded, a strange number.
He has received too many calls recently.
The landlord who rushed to pay the rent, the water and electricity bill arrears notification-all annoyed him, because if he still has money, he will buy at least a dozen energy drinks, so that he should not be so sleepy.
Lin Xun connected: "Hello."
Opposite is a sweet female voice: "Hello, is this Mr. Lin Xunlin?"
"Yes."
"Hello Mr. Lin, here is Paper-cut Network Technology Co., Ltd. For your "Roshen" idea, after two rounds of discussion, we think it is not in line with our company's development strategy, at the same time, nor…
Lin Xun leaned on the back of the chair and pressed his eyebrows, realizing that his voice was a little dumb: "Okay, bother."
Just after the phone call, someone pushed open the door of his room, and the round head peeped into the door and asked, "How is it? Which company? Are we hopeful?"
This person's name is Wang Safe, and he is a friend and partner of Lin Xun. He was wearing a green plaid shirt and was fat before he became bald. The typical programmer looks, but he looks a little thief because of his small eyes.
Lin Xun put the phone aside: "No, the paper-cutting refused."
Wang Safe sighed and collapsed on the bed.
As they were relatively speechless, an angry cry came from the living room: "motherfucker!"
Lin Xun: "What's wrong with the architecture?"
Wang Safety: "Writing a business plan is irritable."
At the next moment, there was a sound of kicking the chair in the living room. At the next moment, Zhao Jianji entered the door of Lin Xun's room and inserted the USB flash drive into his computer socket: "Lao Zi finished writing!"
Zhao Jijiu is a brown-haired Norwegian boy with a little Asian ancestry, formerly known as Louis. He has amazing language talent and is extremely proficient in Chinese.
The three of them had formed a group before they graduated from school. It has been three years now. In this three-person team, Lin Xun writes the algorithm and knocks on the core code. Wang Jingren is responsible for the security of the network and data as his name implies, and Louis is engaged in system architecture.
However, when the young man named Louis learned Chinese, he stumbled upon… Wang Wang's name was surprisingly and significantly related to his professional field. I thought this was a genius method of naming, so I named myself— — Zhao Architecture.
Wang Jingjing looked at the plan listlessly, whispering: "It's useless to upload, the rent can't pay anymore, nobody wants'Luo Shen', let's break up."
Zhao Jiandao said: "Party? I have long wanted to break up, eagle wants to dig me for a year."
They looked at Lin Xun together.
Wang Safe sighed and said: "…we have spent three years."
Three years.
The three of them rushed into the "Luo Shen" before they graduated. Now they have finally made its basic framework, but no company or investor can look at it.
Today, three years later, it is finally time to break up.
Lin Xun was not discouraged. He was about to say something. Suddenly, he suddenly stunned and got a severe headache.
There was a blur in front of my eyes, and both Wang Jingan and Zhao Jianhua's figures were spent, and then, two groups of blue things rose from the top of their heads.
Staying up all night to get out of illusions?
At this time, his phone rang again.
This thing sounded the same every day, and all brought bad news. Lin Xun suffocated when he heard the familiar bell.
Zhao Jianji glanced at the mobile phone on the computer desk: "Who?"
Wang Jingji got up and picked up the phone to hand to Lin Xun, but his body suddenly froze, his eyes straight, turned to Lin Xun: "Brother…brother…?"
Lin Xun thought that the landlord had come to rush the rent again.
He was recalling the credit card limit, and he saw Wang Jianjing put the screen in front of him.
There are two words written on the screen.
His vague sight, vaguely recognizing these two words, Galaxy.
Galaxy? ? ?
Lin Xun's mind went blank for a moment, and took the phone.
"Hello, is this Mr. Lin Xunlin?" It was still a sweet female voice.
Lin Xun: "Yes, hello."
"Hello Mr. Lin, my surname is Ruan, Ruan Zhi, is the general assistant of the "Galaxy". May I ask if you have free time recently?"
He opened the hands-free, so both Zhao Jianbo and Wang Jianjing can hear.
They looked at each other.
Wang Safety opened his mouth slowly.
Lin Xun's heartbeat speeded up a bit and said to the other side of the call: "Anytime."
"Okay." Oppositely said: "That's it. We are very interested in your'Luoshen' model. If you have time, is it convenient for you to come to Galaxy Headquarters this afternoon? We hope to have something to do with you Interview."
Lin Xun: "Okay…Okay."
The general manager over there smiled: "Then I won't disturb your work, I hope to have a nice meeting with you."
The call hangs up.
Lin Xun slowly put down his phone.
I saw Zhao Jianji stand before him and said, "Brother Lin, I apologize to you for the speech just now."
Wang Safety followed closely: "Xun, I also extend my most sincere apologies to you for the speech I just made-you, me, him, Lin Algorithm, Wang Safety, and Zhao Jianzhu, the three of us will never break up until The sky is old and the sea is dry—"
"Okay." Lin Xun interrupted Wang Zheng's sincere confession, and could not control the corners of his mouth. The tiredness of staying up at night swept away, and his eyes gradually became clear. But the illusion is still there, and the two blue squares float on top of the two partners. He thinks it's weird, but thinking about what happened today, and feeling excusable, it's because the emotions are too excited, maybe it will disappear in a while.
After all, this is the best news he has received in his life.
Galaxy!
thirty million!
Male god!
Wang safety fell on the bed intoxicated and hugged the pillow. Obviously he also read the news and murmured like he lost his mind: "Thirty million, thirty million, structure, how are our shares divided? Are you blind written?"
Zhao Jizhuo embraced another pillow, and lay opposite Wang Wangjian, and also murmured like he lost his mind: "Writing blindly, average score."
Wang Jing'an is more and more fascinated by money and money, and his eyes are blind.
Zhao Jianfa slapped the bed board: "Ten minutes ago, I was still paying 600,000 annual salary for eagle…!"
Wang safely stroked the pillow: "I am secretly happily secreting the 700,000 annual salary for lions."
Zhao Jijiu's Chinese became more proficient in anger: "Why are you more than one hundred thousand more than me?"
Wang Safety: "Because python is the best language in the world."
"What about java?"
Without much speculation, they threw the pillows and squashed in place.
But Lin Xun is different from them.
Lin Xun began to prepare to meet with "Galaxy". Although he didn't know who he was with, he might just be a very small product manager.
The afternoon arrived soon.
After getting out of the car, Lin Xun looked at the car glass, and finally confirmed whether he was dressed properly.
White shirts are naturally okay. The light gray, striped casual suit was chosen for the jacket, and the overall bias was light and bright.
——It can be regarded as a model.
Zhao Jianji rolled down the window and whistled at him: "You are the most handsome!"
Lin Xun smiled and said, "I'm gone."
Wang Safety groaned in the car: "Thirty million!"
In the afternoon sunlight, the glass curtain wall of the Galaxy Building shone brightly.
Lin Xun thought he had to ask himself where to go, but he didn't expect that as soon as he entered the gate of the Galaxy headquarters, someone dressed as a secretary greeted him: "Is it Mr. Lin Xun Lin?"
He followed the secretary into the dedicated elevator and watched him press the top floor button, realizing that this meeting might not be as simple as he thought.
He blinked hard.
The secretary also had a blue translucent square, above the top of his head, as he saw on Wang Jianjing and Zhao Jianzhu.
"Ding."
When the elevator stopped, General Ruan Zhi Ruan stood at the door and smiled at him with an identical blue square.
Lin Xun really felt that this matter was awkward, but time was running short and he couldn't allow him to investigate.
Lin Xun is familiar with Ruan Zhi. She often follows the CEO of Galaxy in interviews with major media.
A call from President Ruan.
President Ruan helped to pick him up.
Who will he meet?
Lin Xun can only think of one possibility.
Must be to see the male god-otherwise, who can please Ruan Zhi's driving?
In this second, the weird blue square is no longer important, he only has a male **** in his heart.
He will no longer be sore for those 30 million at this moment, and he will have it today.
Ruan Zhi pushed open the wooden office door, and in the slightly empty room, everything was in order.
The sunlight on the top floor sheds through the floor-to-ceiling windows and shines on the simple office decoration of silver and white.
Lin Xun walked in, and inexplicably felt that the temperature had dropped slightly, but the surroundings were silent, only his footsteps rang regularly.
At the end of the office, behind the desk, a man was sitting, looking down at a document.
A very simple white shirt, sitting straight and straight, a cold figure.
The founder and CEO of the tech empire "Galaxy", he is very young.
Although Lin Xun has seen many interviews or reports about him, when the male **** really appeared in front of him, he still felt shocked.
At the same time, his eyes seemed to return to normal, and there was no blue thing on the male god.
He was relieved and his eyes were attracted by the male god's fingers.
Slender fingers are flipping through the file. The cool white color, faintly revealing light blue blood vessels, like the outline of a snowy mountain, the joints are beautiful. If he put his fingers on the piano keys instead of paper, then everyone will hold their breath and wait for the music that will sound far beyond the sound of nature.
-And these hands did indeed play like a piano, creating countless lines of beautiful and amazing code for this world. When he was a teenager, Lin Xun and Wang Jianjing spent a whole day watching the male god's code in github and came to a conclusion that this man's right hand was kissed by Von Neumann and his left hand was taken by Turing. When he was in college, Lin Xun thought that his code technology could finally be seen—but at this time, the male **** was already developing his own programming language bsp; later Lin Xun's direction was biased toward algorithms rather than programming, perhaps realizing that In terms of aspect, there is always a legendary person who is dazzling and unable to catch up.
He moved closer.
The male **** raised his head.
The hustle and bustle of the world seemed to go away, and a snow fell.
He had long black hair and wore a pair of thin-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses. With the movement, the same-colored mirror chain swayed in the air, and the sunlight refracted a little bright light.
Behind the lens, a pair of cold eyes cleared Lin Xun's eyes.
This person looks good, and the facial features that are more stereoscopic than ordinary people seem to have a hint of mixed blood, but no trace can be found. There was no emotion in the light-colored eyes, which made him less like the people in the real world.
"Meet for the first time, Mr. Lin." His voice is the same as his appearance, a kind of coldness away from the world.
"Hello," Lin Xun deliberately said: "… Dongjun."
——This is a well-known preference of this person. Whether in formal or informal occasions, people call his name directly, Dongjun.
The name seems to be related to ancient Eastern legends, and it is full of mystery in short.
Dongjun seemed to pick his lips gently and smiled: "Please sit down."
Lin Xun sat down and exhaled softly. He was indeed a little nervous.
Dongjun's finger pressed on the document, turned it around, and pushed it towards Lin Xun's direction: "Today Mr. Lin came over, there is one thing I want to discuss with you."
Lin Xun looked at him. Although he tried hard to keep his expression unchanged, his heart was full of excitement.
He imagined tomorrow's news headlines.
"Yinhe" injected 30 million yuan to the "Luo Shen" team!
thirty million.
He had already flown, holding a check and flying to a height of 10,000 meters.
He can buy a server, expand the database, and can no longer rent an old residential building but switch to a studio. His "Luo Shen" will be launched, causing a new era trend… 30 million!
It seemed to notice that he was distracted, and Dong Jun paused, and then continued lightly: "I intend to invest 200,000 in the name of an individual to buy a part of the equity of "Luo Shen".
Lin Xun: "?"