The literary era since 1979

"To the horizon,

Chasing grass in all directions, the desert is vast
The cold wind blows, the sky is blue..."

The Cantonese theme song of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was playing on TV. Fang Hong, with her big belly, sat with Yang Xia and others to watch it.

"Swallow, what are you doing!"

Yang Xia noticed that Fang Yan looked outside the house from time to time.

"Mom, why hasn't my brother come back yet?"

Fang Yan pursed her lips and said.

"They probably just got off the train now."

Fang Hong grabbed the handle of the chair and stood up slowly. "Don't worry, your brother-in-law has already driven to pick you up."

"Hey, if you want to talk, just talk. Why are you still standing there?"

Yang Xia hurried to help.

"The doctor said that I should take some walks. It's good for the fetus."

As soon as Fang Hong finished speaking, Fang Yan immediately held her other hand and looked after her carefully.

The mother and her two daughters walked around in the lobby for a long time, stopping and starting, and the sky gradually darkened.

As the sun sets, every household begins to light up their lights and calls out to the children playing and laughing in the alleys to go home for dinner.

Suddenly, in the silence, the sound of a car engine was heard, followed by Han Yuemin's loud shout:

"Yanzi, quickly bring our cart over here!"

"Coming! Coming!"

Fang Yan's eyes lit up. She first cooperated with Yang Xia to help Fang Hong back to the chair, and then pushed the cart and hurried to the door.

"Hey, our college student is here!"

Fangyan joked in a joking tone.

"Hey, brother, how about it, I didn't disappoint you!"

Fang Yan raised her chin, her face full of pride.

"That's no need to say it!"

Fang Yan touched the little sister's head and said, "Look, I have fulfilled my promise to you!"

When Fang Yan saw Han Yuemin taking out the cardboard box from the back seat, she was extremely excited and jumped up and down, saying, "Computer?!"

"If we hadn't gone to the Friendship Store to pick up these two things, we wouldn't have come back so late."

Han Yuemin shook his head and laughed.

"Thank you, brother! Thank you, brother-in-law!"

Fang Yan thanked him crisply, then pushed the cart full of bags and ran into the house impatiently.

"Yanzi, be careful, this computer is precious, don't bump into it!"

Han Yuemin and Fang Yan smiled at each other and followed the little sister closely.

Yang Xia felt sorry for her son when she saw how exhausted he looked. She walked towards the kitchen and said:
"Please sit here for a while. We will serve dinner soon!"

"Mom, please cook one or two more dishes."

Fang Hong called out, and then opened the gifts one by one. They were all baby products, from baby carriers to bottles, from milk powder to toys.

In addition, there are tapes of various Hong Kong singers, such as Tan Yonglin, Zhang Guorong, Anita Mui, Chen Huixian, Zhang Xueyou...

Starting from 84, the Hong Kong music scene officially entered the "Tam and Cheung era", which was the first prosperous stage.

"I advise you to go back early.

You said you didn’t want to go back...

Let the wind continue to blow, unwilling to leave,

I am very eager to stay with you..."

"The Wind Continues to Blow" was playing on the radio. Fangyan supported his chin with one hand and smiled at the little sister who was busy assembling a computer.

"Yanzi, let's continue the topic we didn't finish talking about on the road."

Han Yuemin lowered his voice and said, "I have obtained the agency rights for the 101 hair growth liquid. What should we do next?"

"Brother-in-law, you are anxious again. Didn't I tell you that I have already asked Ruoxue to apply for the patent and trademark of 101 Hair Growth Liquid?"

Fang Yan said seriously: "Right now, the most important thing for us is to build a factory. If we want to sell it outside, we must first have the goods in our hands." "That's no problem. I have already negotiated with Zhengzhou. We will build a factory in Zhengzhou, and Zhao Zhangguang will be the chief engineer."

Han Yuemin asked: "But after these hair growth liquids are produced, how can we sell them?"

Fangyan rolled his eyes and said, "Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, how could you forget? There are Spring Fair and Autumn Fair!"

"Yup!"

Han Yuemin slapped his forehead and said, "Look at my brain. How could I have forgotten this?"

"But the Spring and Autumn Fairs alone are not enough. It would be best if you could go to Japan in person."

Fangyan touched his chin.

"I go to Japan? But I'm unfamiliar with the place. I don't know who to promote the 101 Hair Growth Serum to or who to cooperate with..."

Han Yuemin spread his hands helplessly.

"I'm here. I can help you find a way. I'm going to Japan on a business trip with Ruoxue and the others in a while."

Fang Yan said, "When the time comes, please prepare a few more bottles of 101 hair growth liquid for me so that I can give them as gifts to others."

"That's no problem!"

Han Yuemin's tone was filled with excitement. As the two continued to talk, Fang Yan suddenly stood up and asked in confusion:

"Brother, how do I use this computer?"

"This is the keyboard... this is the mouse... this is the monitor..."

Fangyan demonstrated it briefly, "This computer is not complete yet, please give me a Chinese card. Let's go to Zhongguancun tomorrow."

………………

Haidian, Zhongguancun.

As early as the early 80s, a wave of entrepreneurship was set off here. The first person to build Zhongguancun into the "Silicon Valley of China" was physicist Chen Chunxian, who founded the Advanced Technology Service Department in an abandoned warehouse of the Institute of Physics.

Since then, more and more people and units have followed in his footsteps, and the Computer Research Institute is one of them.

A small message room at the door had various catalogs of goods for sale posted on it, including the first type of Lianxiang Chinese card.

As soon as Fangyan knocked on the glass, the person in the room opened the window and an elegant man wearing glasses leaned out.

After just one encounter, I immediately recognized the person in front of me as the founder of Lianxiang Hanka, Ni Guangnan.

"Comrade, what would you like to buy?"

"I want to install Hanka."

Fangyan smiled, fortunately he didn't meet Liu Chuanzhi.

Ni Guangnan suddenly became excited. Due to the high development cost, the price of Lianxiang's Chinese card was quite high, often costing tens of thousands of yuan.

Fangyan said disapprovingly: "The price is not the problem, the key is that it has to be easy to use."

"That's absolutely no problem. The Chinese card I developed is the first in China to realize phrase association!"

Ni Guangnan said confidently.

In the early days when Chinese input was just being implemented, Chinese characters were entered into the computer one by one, and there was no concept of phrases.

With so many stressed characters in Chinese, one can only patiently search for them, so "duplicate codes" have become a major obstacle to the speed of inputting Chinese characters. However, Ni Guangnan's Chinese card has the "intelligent pinyin" function. After entering a character or a word, the computer will actively pop up related characters or phrases for selection. This greatly reduces the frequency of "duplicate codes".

For example, if you type the word "记", a series of phrases such as "记者" and "记录" will flash on the screen.

"That's good."

Fangyan's mouth corners slightly raised.

"Comrade, please tell us which unit you are from, so that we can send someone to install it?"

Ni Guangnan took out a pen and paper and prepared to take notes.

Before Fang Yan could speak, Fang Yan behind him suddenly said, "We need it ourselves!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the small bungalow, and everyone looked over at them.

But someone in the crowd had seen Fangyan's photos and news in the newspaper and couldn't help but shout out:
"You are Mr. Fang Yan Fang!"

"what?!"

In an instant, there was an uproar in the room. Some ran to the window, and some simply ran out of the small bungalow.

Ni Guangnan held up his glasses and looked me up and down: "So you are the dialect comrade who wrote "Artificial Intelligence" and "The Ring"!" (End of this chapter)