Volume 7 I've Been Here Chapter 1046 The Praise is Over
One day, Zou Jizhen called and said that the loan had been approved, and asked Nan Yi to come over to discuss where to rent an office. Nan Yi did not go over, but instead called people to the old house.
"You can decide on your own about renting an office. I'll show you something." Nan Yi took out the laptop he usually used to play games, started DOS, and ran a software. "This is PKZIP, the earliest commercial-level compression software. It uses the self-developed DEFLATE algorithm. This software is shareware, and the algorithm is not patented. It can be used for free."
After exiting PKZIP, Nan Yi opened another software.
"This is WINRAR, a compression software used in interviews in 1993. Not many people use it."
Exit WINRAR and open a new software again.
"This is WINZIP, based on the DEFLATE algorithm, the most widely used compression software at present."
Exit WINZIP, start Windows95, wait for the interface to appear, Nan Yi opens the South Sublime code editor, and calls out a piece of code, "This is the file archiver code released by the INFO-ZIP organization. As long as these codes are combined with the DEFLATE algorithm, some codes are added, and a shell is added, it will be a new compression software."
Nan Yi closed his notebook, looked at Zou Jizheng and said, "Although Win95 has been released for less than a month, its simple and easy-to-use graphical interface has reduced the difficulty of using computers. This has given PCs a chance to enter thousands of households, and ordinary people will become the main users of computers. This is great news for hardware vendors. The popularity of Win95 can be said to be a combination of good timing, good location and good people.
However, on the other hand, Win95's underlying system is too closed, the program is not stable enough, and it often crashes. Whether it is programming difficulty or execution efficiency, it is not as good as DOS. Many software development companies and programmers are quite resistant to it. So far, no company in Silicon Valley has announced the development of software based on Win95. "
Zou Jizheng's eyes lit up, "You mean we, the Beijing University Flying Dragon, can take advantage of this blank period to squeeze in?"
Nan Yi waved his hands, "Yes, we should hurry up and release our Feilong compression software before WINZIP and WINRAR, first to seize the US market, and then to enter Europe. Although this software cannot make us rich overnight, it can make Jingda Feilong famous internationally. What are the benefits here? Don't you understand?"
Zou Jizhen certainly understood the benefits involved. As a high-tech unit and a national key support unit, he could even squeeze into the national high-tech plan with a digital code. In the future, he would not need to use his personal connections to get loans, and he would have the opportunity to receive national funding every year.
"I understand, I understand very well. Is there anything else you want me to tell you? If not, I'm leaving. Time is money." Zou Jizhen was impatient.
"Don't worry. I have two more things to say. First, when the compression software starts to make money, remember to ask PKWare for permission to use the DEFLATE algorithm. Also, although you can use the INFO-ZIP code at will, you have to say hello to them and get their approval before you can use it. Remember to say hello. It's best to make a small donation to INFO-ZIP. It's a non-profit organization."
Nan Yi said as he handed a floppy disk to Zou Jizheng. "The code and email address are all in it. Send an email and then write a written email. It's more formal."
"Got it, let's go."
Zou Jizhen raised the floppy disk in his hand and left in a hurry.
Watching Zou Jizheng walk away like a gust of wind, Nan Yi shook his head and thought silently, "I hope my hard work won't go to waste."
If it was purely for profit, Nan Yi could have taken a different approach: register a new company in the United States, assign a group of programmers to develop a new compression software as quickly as possible, quickly distribute the software with the help of Windows 95, make a profit in the first year, plan to go public in the second year, and start new business as soon as the funds are raised, so that the company can grow bigger and bigger like a snowball.
Even if the snowball doesn't start rolling, the profit will not be much less.
After pondering for a while, Nan Yi walked into the yard, took out his phone and called Li Weijing, asking her to stop in Xiangkeng on her way to Beijing and register a Feilong company there.
After the call, Nan Yi reviewed everything again and felt that there was nothing missing, so he put the matter of Jingda Feilong aside and went out for a walk. He also went to the vegetable market and bought some seasonal vegetables.
In the evening, after having dinner with Liu Zhen, Nan Yi threw down his chopsticks and slipped out, fearing that Liu Zhen would pull him back to do Shebin aerobics with her.
When it comes to losing weight and keeping fit, Liu Zhen has high ambitions and sets them often. Just a few days ago, she set her mind to lose 20 kilograms by doing the newly popular Shepin aerobics. She bought a lot of clothes and equipment, and now she is in high spirits. Not only does she do it herself, she also asks Nan Yi to join her.
Nan Yi was not willing to accompany her in her craziness. He was sure that within half a month at most, Liu Zhen's enthusiasm would fade and she would return to lying on the sofa, eating fruit and watching TV. It was estimated that Liu Zhen's exercise tree was not lit at all, so she could not expect her to keep exercising in her life.
Nan Yi bought a popsicle from a roadside shop and strolled down the street, chewing it. He took in the ice cream gifts given to him by his future or current wives, while criticizing the declining morals of the world.
Before this year, tight T-shirts with little fabric could only be seen on young women on the forefront of fashion, but now they can be seen everywhere on the streets, and mini skirts in the style of Japanese school uniforms have also become popular.
Through the mini skirt, Nan Yi saw hundreds of millions of dollars in cash. If it was invested in the production of safety pants at this time, he believed it would definitely set off a new trend among female compatriots. However, in Nan Yi's eyes, this thing was feudal dregs and ironclad evidence of insulting male personality. If it was based on the premise of hurting male compatriots, he could regard money as dirt.
Walking past the dung, Nan Yi saw the sock rings again. He became a little interested in this little thing whose subtext was "Don't look at my thighs". He thought it would be a good . Although he wouldn't make much money, he could amuse himself.
Money is something that you cannot bring with you when you are born and you cannot take with you when you die. Having a few trillion to spend is enough. Don't force it too much. The most important thing is to make yourself happy.
Nan Yi comforted himself in this way and made up his mind to set up a small sock factory. Not only would he be the factory director, he would also work hard to become a qualified designer. While pleasing himself, he could also promote the development of new professional sock models and start a DIY sock trend. This would not only directly increase social employment, but also indirectly promote the development of new industries.
Perhaps in a year or two, there will be small stalls on the streets offering services such as sock modification, adding chains to socks, and adding tassels to socks. If we dig deeper, we may even find sock film stickers.
Passing by a cigarette stand, Nan Yi bought a pack of Aztecs and asked casually about the sales of the cigarettes. The stall owner replied that it was easy to sell before, but now it is a bit difficult. Nan Yi asked the reason, but the stall owner couldn't explain it clearly.
Nan Yi left the cigarette stand in disappointment and thought for a while. He had no idea, so he opened the cigarette box, took out a cigarette, put it under his nose and smelled it. After smelling it several times, he made a discovery: the Aztecs lacked a kind of cultural flavor.
"Order Yunxiao Tobacco Group to improve the cultural level of assembly line workers, lay off low-educated workers, directly recruit from colleges and universities, with a minimum of a master's degree, mainly recruit PhDs, recruit more postdoctoral fellows, and give priority to winners of international awards such as the Adam Award."
Nan Yi was silently calculating in his mind, believing that after rectification, the cultural attributes of the Aztecs would be enhanced and sales would steadily recover.
Passing by a snack stand, Nan Yi was thinking about what to eat when an excited voice floated into his ears, "Uncle Nan, are you taking a walk?"
Nan Yi took a quick look and saw that the person coming was Kang Jiao, who made steel with Kang, so he joked, "This is Mr. Kang, have you eaten?"
"I ate it. I made eight dishes and a soup in my own restaurant. It's simple."
Nan Yi looked at Hyperthyroidism from head to toe. This guy had gained weight, and his belly was sticking out. "I was wondering, from a distance I felt that you had lost weight. That's not good. You need to eat more. Look at me, I eat pancakes with three eggs every day, and I order eight bowls of bean milk at a time. I have plenty of oil and water."
"Hahaha, I haven't seen you for a long time. What are you busy with?" Hyperthyroidism laughed.
"Busy with nothing, no high-level pursuit." Nan Yi rubbed his fingers, "You're just hanging around with this thing all day long, going wherever there's this thing, what about you?"
Hyperthyroidism waved his hand, "Same, I'm busy every day for a few things. I let my wife run the restaurant, and I set up a stall outside."
"What stall?"
"I opened several beauty salons and started a personal beauty consultant business." He said, taking out a business card from his wallet, "Annie Beauty International. If Liu Zhen wants to get a beauty treatment, just call them and a personal beauty consultant will come to your door to provide the service."
Nan Yi took the business card and glanced at it. "It's quite fashionable. You got involved in this industry just as it was emerging."
Hyperthyroidism lowered his voice and said, "To be honest, I have a girlfriend who came back from abroad. She studied cosmetology at the Saint-Germain International Beauty Association. She encouraged me to do this."
"Zurich San Diego?"
"Yes, yes, that's it. She said it's quite amazing."
"It's amazing. This certificate is the most powerful one in the field of beauty. Great, you are so lucky." Nan Yi fanned the business card in his hand, "Can I get a discount if I mention my name?"
"Don't even mention discounts, even free meals are fine. I'll give the order tomorrow. Anyone who mentions Nan Batian's name will get a free meal and a bottle of perfume as well." Hyperthyroidism said, patting his chest.
"Haha, drink something for what you said."
"all."
The two found a barbecue stall, ordered some barbecue, each had a draft beer, and sat down to drink and chat.
After a sip of beer, Hyperthyroidism started to talk like a typical middle-aged man. "I feel that life is getting more and more boring. I'm not short of money. I can earn 10,000 or 20,000 yuan a day. But no matter what I do, I feel bored. Karaoke, dance halls, nightclubs, bowling, golf, playing cards, I do whatever I like. It's exciting for ten days or half a month, but I get bored after a while.
With nothing to play with, I've followed the trend and learned how to raise bees. It's the same. At first, I wanted to be with them all day long, but now... if I didn't have a business to do, I really want the bitch to go on strike and stop.
It was good when I first started selling things on the street. Every day after closing the stall, I would open a bottle of beer to comfort myself, and count the money one or two cents at a time. I felt so happy when I saw the money increasing day by day. Now, even if a box of money is placed in front of me, I don’t even bother to take a look at it. "
"From a psychological perspective, you have a typical symptom of loss of satisfaction. In other words, you are a slut. You have lived a good life for too long and you miss the hard times.
There should be many people like you. Tomorrow I will go to a village in the suburbs and rent a few shabby houses. I will tidy them up and make them look like pig sty. I will hang a sign with four big characters "Quan'er Canteen" on it and paste couplets on both sides. The first couplet says "If you don't have money, go somewhere else". The second couplet says "If you have millions, please come into this house".
There is another notice on the left side of the door: Authentic pig feed from 1962, 88,000 per trough, no bargaining. Our store provides meal service, prices for male and female piglets are different, please enter the store and ask the waiter for details.
I will make a list of VIPs on the right. You, the boss of Hyperthyroidism, will be at the top. You are the legendary number one. Your total consumption in this store is 8.888 million. On New Year's Eve, I will personally go to your house to give you gifts. I will have a pig trough in my left hand, a bag of pig feed in my right hand, and two piglets on my back. They are the Qingxia and Maggie Cheung that you usually order."
"You're a bit of a jerk." Hyperthyroidism said jokingly, "I didn't think you were so poor when I was in school."
"I can't help it. I've been tortured by life. But to be honest, it's a good idea to open a farmhouse in the suburbs. We can sell the things we used to eat when we were kids. It won't be a problem to make a fortune. If you want to do it, give me 2,000 yuan as an idea fee and I'll sell you this idea."
Hyperthyroidism widened his eyes and spat, "You want two thousand from me just for this sentence, are you Huang Shiren?"
"I am Nan Batian."
"Okay, I forgot about that." Kang Kang clapped his hands and chewed over Nan Yi's words several times. After smoking half a cigarette, he finally came to his senses. "You know what, your idea is really promising."
"Okay, you're still thinking about it. You can only make a few dozen at most, but it's not suitable for you."
When Kang Jia said he earned 10,000 or 20,000 yuan a day, he was not exaggerating. In fact, it was too little. Nan Yi was not too clear about his other businesses, but it was estimated that Kang Jia's dozen or so barbecue restaurants alone could earn this amount in a day. Kang Jia could definitely be regarded as the ancestor of the barbecue industry in Beijing.
"I'm really serious about it. I'm thinking that I can do more than just catering. I can also do fishing, fruit picking, chicken, duck, goose raising, game, and other miscellaneous things together, and I can make a lot of money in a year."
"Tsk, your business mind is quite impressive. I threw out a rotten brick, but it turned out a piece of Hetian jade." Nan Yi felt emotional. It was not for nothing that Hyperthyroidism could get to the current situation.
