Rebirth 79: I opened a bank in the United States

Chapter 46 Basic Interpreter

"I shouldn't be considered lost. I know the way back to Seattle, but I really don't know where this is. I was stopped here by the police just now."

Carter smiled, regardless of whether the Microsoft in front of him is the Microsoft in the future, it does not prevent Carter from putting on a bright and spring-like smile in front of outsiders.

"Ha, I know, that blue Mustang GT! I saw you before like a gust of wind, whistling past me, when I was going downstairs to buy a Coke."

"I hope the storm I caused didn't knock over the Coke in your hand"

Carter almost covered his face with his hands, the process of meeting for the first time was too awkward.This feeling of shame lasted for less than a second, and Carter changed the subject:

"I'm Carter Black, and I'm sorry, how about I buy you a Coke? I'm going to the supermarket to buy a Coke."

Actually, I prefer a bottle of ordinary mineral water.
But in order to cater to Fei Zhai's hobby and to find out the details of this small company, Carter hypocritically changed his goal.

"Ah, ok. No, I mean, you don't have to apologize, your car is not fast, although I don't like drag racing, but I like watching drag racing movies, you drive much slower than those drivers in the movies It has no effect on me!"

The fat brother trotted two steps to Carter's side, and the pair of small eyes on the fat face looked extraordinarily bright whether they were attracted by the Coke or the stimulation of the sports car.That's all it takes to talk, this kind of engineering man, what do you care about with him? !
"Hi Carter, I'm Paul, Paul Allen. You just said you're going back to Seattle, but why haven't I seen you? Ah, I'm a native of Seattle and I've been growing up here since I was a child, seeing you and my age Almost, I wonder if we used to be classmates or something.”

"I'm afraid that will disappoint you. I'm from Georgia. This trip to Seattle. Well, it's my first self-driving trip around the United States. I hope to travel the entire United States before entering college. When I go to college, or After graduation, I also plan to take a global trip!"

Carter will never admit to the black history of going to the wrong place.As of today, he's been an intrepid road tripper, and coming to Washington State is part of his plan, and it's definitely not the wrong place.
"Wow! Dude, you're so cool, the farthest I've ever been is Boston. You're starting to tour America, wait, you said pre-college? You're still in high school?!"

As Paul was talking, he suddenly looked at Carter dumbfounded as if he was choked.Carter in front of him was wearing a green polo shirt, khaki slacks, a pair of casual leather shoes with air holes on his feet, and a head of brilliant blond hair brushed back.Just dress like this and you tell me you're a high school student? !

"Yes, what's the problem? High school students can have a driver's license."

Carter nodded suspiciously, he could see that Paul was not very old.But I must be in my twenties. Logically speaking, I am not much older than myself. I have already started a company, and I am also the boss. Why are you so surprised?
"It's not a question of whether there is a problem, you are too problematic! God, you are almost ten years younger than me, and you, you, where did you get the money to play like this, and that cool sports car. Brother, are you the heir to some big company?"

Paul pointed at Carter with an expression of disbelief.Immediately, his face turned red again, he looked at others, and then at himself.After dropping out of college, he went to Boston to work, and then tricked his good brother to start a company here with himself.

I made a little money, and I didn't feel that I was doing poorly before.But compared with Carter in front of him, Paul admitted that he has lemon essence, and he also wants that sports car!

"No~ I didn't get the money from my family. That Mustang is my father's car, but he has passed away, so this car belongs to me. Do you want a drink or a Pepsi?"

Walking into the supermarket, Kat opened the freezer full of drinks and asked while talking.

"Pepsi! Thank you for the trouble. Let's get another bottle. I have a friend in the company. I'll bring him a bottle too. I'll pay for this one."

It was nothing more than a bottle of Coke. Carter smiled and took out three bottles, without any intention of asking Paul to pay.Paul was still babbling in his ear as he walked to the counter to pay.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry. I didn't know that your father passed away. I thought you were very generous because your family was rich. It seems that you can't afford such a good car because you earn money from a part-time job."

"It doesn't matter, the matter is over. I also made money when I was studying. I made a fortune in the New York stock market last month. Let's go, I have already paid the money, so I don't need to pay any more."

Passing two bottles of Coke to Paul, Carter said with a smile.The current situation is a bit weird. Paul is about ten years older than Carter, but the rhythm of the scene is almost completely dominated by Carter.

After following Carter out of the supermarket and taking the Coke from Carter by the way, Paul asked another outrageous question:
"Thank you. It's convenient to ask, how much money did you make in the stock market?"

In the United States, or in other words, the issue of personal income is a very sensitive and private matter.People tell you your real income, if it is low, they will lose face, if it is high, it will make you lose face, if you refuse to answer directly, both parties will lose face.It can be said that a person with normal emotional intelligence would not ask such a question.

Knowing that Paul, a straight man in science and technology, asked this question, Carter might not have malicious intentions, but blurted out out of curiosity.But the question is, aren't you looking for embarrassment?
"Uh, I probably made hundreds of thousands."

Carter responded vaguely.The numbers are not exaggerated, and there is no non-response, which can be regarded as saving enough face.Unexpectedly, this shrunk figure in Carter's view still amazed Paul.

"Hundreds of thousands!! My God, we send letters every day to those users who use our basic interpreter for free, but we can't collect so much money!"

"Wait, Paul, what did you just say? What interpreter?"

Carter doesn't know the history of PC development, and the operating systems he knows are only windows, dos, etc., which are very limited.He has never heard of this basic, but the word interpreter is a bit like a decoder commonly used in software.Carter's ears perked up with great sensitivity when he heard the word.

"basic interpreter, basic is the abbreviation of Beginner's All-purpose Symbolic Instruction Code, which is the language of the computer. That is, when we want the computer to do what. Without it, you and the computer say, hey, man, help me Calculate what 1+1 equals, but it doesn’t understand. You have to use basic language to translate what you want the computer to do into something the machine can understand and tell the machine.”

When it comes to his area of ​​expertise, Paul, like many future programmers, is open-minded.But fortunately, Carter can still understand what he said.This basic is almost the same as the C language or something?

"But now there are too many microcomputers, and each company's language writing logic habits are different. It often happens that a program that can run on this computer will not work on another computer. And the solution we made A translator can solve this problem. You can think of it as a translator. Translate the words that the two computers could not understand each other into instructions that they can understand. In this field, we are the best of!"

(End of this chapter)