Reborn in the red age

Chapter 160 The Difficult Situation of International Students
  "Thirty years in Hedong? What do you mean?"

The little mixed-blood grew up abroad, and it was no problem for her to communicate in Chinese every day. However, she really didn’t know much about this kind of colloquialism. When she heard what Li Qingfeng said, she opened her round eyes curiously and looked at Qingfeng Li, I hope you can explain it to me.

Looking at the little mixed-blood who had a thirst for knowledge written all over his face, Li Qingfeng explained patiently: "This is a common saying, which comes from "The Scholars". It means that things in the world are constantly changing. Don't look at the young man who is poor now. Go bully him"

"Oh, I understand." The little mixed-blood nodded clearly, and then said angrily: "This IBM is so disgusting. They came to sign such an important agreement and asked an assistant who didn't know anything to come."

Qingfeng Li didn't want to talk about this anymore. The taxi happened to arrive at this time. Qingfeng Li waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. The taxi is here. Let's go back quickly. I have to go to class tomorrow."

"Oh"

The two came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

After returning to the apartment at Stanford, Li Qingfeng wrote a list of configurations for assembling a computer and asked Li Huiying to purchase all the items on the list.

In the next period of time, Li Qingfeng entered a crazy working state. He went to class during the day and came back to write his own Windows 1.0 operating system at night. When he ran out of ideas, he took the parts purchased by Li Huiying and tried to assemble a PC. come out.

At the end of the day's class, Qingfeng Li had an idea in his mind. He was just about to grab his textbook and run away. Before he could leave the classroom, Professor McCarthy stopped him and asked Qingfeng Li if he wanted to join his new project.

"I'm sorry, Professor McCarthy. I'm trying to rewrite a new operating system recently, and I don't have time to get involved in your project." Qingfeng Li declined McCarthy's invitation.

When McCarthy heard that Qingfeng Li was writing a new operating system, he suddenly became interested. The last JB-DOS he wrote as a student made millions, and so soon he started writing a new system again. He quickly asked about the situation of the new system. .

"It's just an idea now, and I haven't written a few lines of code yet. After I finish writing the general framework, I'll let you give me some pointers."

Regarding the foreign old man Li Qingfeng's failure to tell the truth, it's not that he doesn't believe Mr. McCarthy, but it's just that if there are outsiders involved in the research and development process, it will be unclear at that time.

McCarthy nodded with regret, and when he left, he told him that if the framework was completed, it must be shown to him first. Qingfeng Li naturally patted his chest and promised.

"Li, my man, I'll ask you to go to the bar to relax in the evening. Do you have time?"

At the end of the last class on Friday, when Qingfeng Li packed his things and was about to go back, his former roommate Jenny came up to him, put his arm around Qingfeng Li's shoulders, and smiled and invited Qingfeng Li to the bar for a drink in the evening.

Glancing at Jenny, Li Qingfeng said curiously: "The money you earn from working is either spent on flour or on street girls. How can you have money to buy me a drink?"

"Hey, go to my cousin's place to drink for free," Jenny said matter-of-factly.

"No, your cousin's bar is too chaotic. I won't go to that kind of place."

"Why, didn't you go there when you first came to America? I thought it was pretty good."

Qingfeng Li rolled his eyes at this guy, "Brother, things are different these days. Back then, my brother was a poor boy, but now he is worth millions. Why would he go to a place like that? What if he is targeted by someone?"
  Seeing that Qingfeng Li didn't speak, Jenny continued to persuade: "Dude, don't worry, going to my cousin's place will definitely guarantee our safety."

"Jenny, just tell me what you have to say. There is no need to hide our relationship," Qingfeng Li put the textbook on the table, looked at Jenny who was chattering away, and said helplessly.

Jenny scratched his head in embarrassment: "That's what it is. I heard that you are developing a new operating system again. I want to participate in the development process."

"Who told you that I was going to develop a new operating system?"

"Everyone is talking about it. It seems that the news came from Professor McCarthy's laboratory."

Qingfeng Li twitched the corner of his mouth. Why did McCarthy, the old man, say so much? He didn't know that he was keeping a low profile recently.

Facing Jenny's expectant gaze, Li Qingfeng declined Jenny's request to join in: "I'm sorry Jenny, I don't have any ideas about operating systems recently and have temporarily given up on research and development."

"Well, in that case, forget it, but if you are ready to continue research and development, you must let me participate."

"Of course, don't worry."

After sending Jenny away, many people took the initiative to talk to Qingfeng Li on the way out of the classroom. Those who thought they had good skills would find Qingfeng Li and recommend themselves.

Li Qingfeng expressed his understanding of the behavior of these students. The fact that all the copyrights of the JB-DOS operating system were sold for [-] million has already spread throughout Stanford and the nearby Silicon Valley.

These people are all graduating seniors. If they can join Qingfeng Li's R&D team, it will add a lot of weight to their resumes. After returning to the apartment in the evening, the phone in the apartment kept ringing. Many familiar alumni called Qingfeng Li one by one to ask about the latest operating system. Qingfeng Li was so annoyed that he no longer felt like writing code.

Simply turn off the computer, unplug the phone line, and start assembling the PC.

On weekends, he slept until he woke up naturally. In order to avoid being approached by others, Qingfeng Li drove out early in the morning to go shopping.

In order to familiarize himself with the procurement work, the little mixed-blood went to work as an undercover agent in a foreign trade company. He went on a business trip with his colleagues two days ago. Qingfeng Li could only drive around boredly on the streets of San Francisco alone.

When passing by a Chinese restaurant at noon, Li Qingfeng parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car and prepared to go to the Chinese restaurant to deal with the couple.

It's not time to eat yet, and the seats in the Chinese restaurant are empty at this time. I went in and found a seat to sit down. Soon a waiter came up and greeted: "Sir, here is the menu. Please take your order (Sir, this is the recipe, please order)"

He took the menu casually and looked at General Tso's Chicken and Li Hongzhang's offal on the menu. The corners of Qingfeng Li's mouth twitched.

After seeing that the waiter was Chinese, Li Qingfeng said directly in Mandarin: "Brother, can the chef in the restaurant cook serious Chinese cuisine?"

The waiter who was preparing to take down the menu was stunned for a moment when he heard the smooth Mandarin words, and then asked with some uncertainty: "Sir, are you from China?"

"Yes, overseas students from China"

The waiter patted his thigh: "Oh my god, I meet my fellow countryman. I am also an international student."

Listening to the familiar Dazizi accent in a foreign country, Li Qingfeng was also very excited. He quickly stood up and shook hands with the other party: "That's not a bad thing. We are really fellow villagers. I have been in the Northeast team for more than two years. "

Just as the other party was about to have a conversation with Qingfeng Li, a man who looked like the owner of the restaurant came over. He pointed at the waiter with a southern accent and scolded him angrily: "I paid you to come here to work for you, not to work with you." If the guests are chatting, hurry up and get to work. Don't let me see you being lazy."

When the waiter heard the boss's reprimand, he quickly turned around and kept bowing and apologizing to the boss, saying nice things.

The boss said nice things to the waiter when he apologized. Not only did he not hold back at all, but he even intensified his efforts to teach the waiter a lesson.

Those unpleasant words poured into Qingfeng Li's ears, making Qingfeng Li frown.

I wanted to stand up and help the other person, but thinking about the situation of international students in the United States, I suppressed my words to criticize others.

It is not easy for international students to find a job in the United States. They hold an F1 visa, and working in the United States is restricted. The only legal work channels are part-time jobs on campus, and CPT and OPT job opportunities for off-campus jobs.

Washing dishes and working as a waiter in a restaurant is considered an illegal job. White restaurants will not accept international students with F1 visas. Only Chinese bosses will allow international students to work illegally in their stores because of their low wages.

If you stand up for him because of yourself, then you are harming others. Now the boss may let him go because Qingfeng Li is a customer. After Qingfeng Li leaves, the owner of the Chinese restaurant may vent out the anger he received from Qingfeng Li. to the other party.

The restaurant owner scolded me for five minutes. After he was satisfied, he hummed a little tune and left.

"Sorry, I made you laugh. You can order Chinese food in the store. Whatever you want to eat, I will place the order for you." The waiter forced a smile on his face and said to Qingfeng Li.

Seeing a [-]-meter tall northeastern man who was trained to be like a gray grandson and still nodded and bowed with a smile on his face, Qingfeng Li sighed inwardly, comforted him with a few words, and ordered a potato and beef rice bowl. He stopped chatting with the other party and waited for the food to arrive, picking at the rice in the bowl with a lingering taste.

When paying the bill, Qingfeng Li took out two one-dollar bills and one twenty-dollar bill on the table: "I'm very satisfied with your service. Two dollars are for the meal, and the rest is a tip for you."

"No, no, I can't accept it." Looking at the US dollars placed by Qingfeng Li on the table, the waiter quickly shook his head and waved his hand in rejection.

Patting the other person's shoulder, Qingfeng Li took out his car key and waved it in front of the other person's eyes: "It's okay, just accept it. My income in the United States is pretty good and I bought a car. I'll give you this twenty-dollar tip." If you can afford it, stop talking about it. If your boss sees it, you will use it again."

The other party was silent for two seconds, with tears in his eyes, and bowed deeply to Qingfeng Li: "Thank you."

"Come on, life will get better."

After coming out of the Chinese restaurant, Qingfeng Li was in a worse mood today. He opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. He was about to smoke a cigarette when he touched his pocket and found that he had forgotten his lighter in the restaurant.

After getting off the car and going back to get a lighter, Qingfeng Li heard the boss's furious curses coming from inside as soon as he arrived at the door of the restaurant.

　I broke my promise. I'm quite busy today. I only have two updates.
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)