Legendary American Tycoon

"First of all, all the money you earn on the hacker website will be given to us. In addition to the accommodation fee, there is also water, electricity, oil, salt, firewood and rice. I hope you understand." White supported Phuket's shoulder with one hand and bent down with a finger Looking at the paper clause on the table, "That is what this article says, you must maintain a high degree of sincerity to us."

"What the hell..."

White picked up the black pen on the side of the table and knocked him on the head, and then placed it on the Phuket table: "You feel too cunning. I can't know if you are trustworthy."

"...Trouble." Phuket cursed, took the pen, and scribbled on the paper to sign his name.

Phuket John.

Until White turned around, he could still hear Phuket complaining behind his back, not only Phuket, but also Iverson. He seemed to blame White for not listening to his words.

White called both Iverson and Evelyn to the balcony and took out the piece of paper to show them: "I just folded it on purpose. Look at this title."

Iverson leaned over and took a look. "Tahiti?"

White nodded his head. This was exactly the "selling agreement" that Saya's father forced to sign in Tahiti. Although it was ridiculous to talk about selling **** these years, White still felt a little unhappy when he signed. Now that someone has signed this unequal treaty like him, White suddenly became excited.

Evelyn took the paper strangely: "Do you still have this stuff?"

White didn't tell them about it, and of course he didn't have the face to tell them. Iverson and Evelyn didn't know anything about it, and they were naturally surprised when they saw the paper.

"There is one in Tahiti." White said half-jokingly. "Otherwise, how could I agree to Phuket?"

"Could it be that we earned it?" Iverson asked.

"Of course. Phuket must not only pay wages, but also maintain a high degree of loyalty to us. During our stay, we need to obey all our requirements..." White tilted his head, feeling the cool breeze on his face, very refreshing .

Iverson was relieved and gave a thumbs up: "High or you are high."

White was smiling and heard Evelyn worry: "This is too unfair to Phuket, right? You two are a bit bad..."

White and Iverson hammered their fists and expressed their approval.

...

Stanford University in the early spring of 2004.

White appeared in a classroom he rarely walked into, but to everyone's surprise, he did not walk directly to the seat in the classroom.

At this time, there are already many people in the classroom. These blonde or blue-eyed students are all sitting in their seats, playing mobile phones, reading books, or chatting. They form seats and wait for the beginning of the class.

They didn't have much impression of the classmate White Engelson, so when White walked into the classroom, they all looked at him and cast strange eyes, as if to say, what is this friend doing?

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This is a class of differential geometry. In the classroom where the teacher had not yet arrived, White walked to the computer desk in the classroom. This surprised everyone because it was a completely strange face.

Many students in this classroom are computer professionals. And in the corner of the classroom window, there is a tool that computer masters often use to inspire inspiration-a whiteboard more than two meters long.

Just like an enlarged small blackboard, when the teacher lectures, he often hangs it on the blackboard or hangs it upright in the corner of the wall. When the blackboard has too many exercise formulas to fill, this whiteboard usually plays a role. .

At this moment, there are messy words written on the whiteboard, with famous quotes and pictures of love. In short, at some point, it has become the favorite object of students.

White reached out and picked up the wipes on the desk, and wiped off the writing on the whiteboard one by one.

This move was undoubtedly provocative and instantly angered the other students in the classroom.

"Hey! Brother, what are you doing? This is not yours alone." A tall man jumped up in the backstage, with a long face, linen hair and a knitted gray shirt.

Because of this, White's hand stopped, and he slowly turned around on the podium, and swept the faces of these students with his less emotional eyes, looking cold and majestic like a professor.

This feeling made the students present shudder as the west wind gusts outside the window.

However, White's gray beads quickly became active, and a smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

"By the way, forget to introduce yourself. My name is White, White Engelson." White faced the classmates in this classroom in this way.

"Huh?" Undoubtedly, this group of top Stanford students booed.

Too arrogant, too dazzling, too eye-catching.

White erected the two-meter-high whiteboard and placed it on the podium table, holding a black marker in his hand, looking straight ahead, and opening his mouth intently.

"I'm sorry, I met you with such an opening." White first said coldly and proudly, and then placed the pen horizontally in front of the whiteboard. "Next, I will use my concept to show you a different world."

White condensed his gaze on this white board, and after a while, his hands moved up. The board was soon covered with black handwriting, these are dazzling equations and symbols. White put down the marker, took a pen of different tones, and continued to paint on it crookedly.

"When I came to Stanford, I found a very bad phenomenon here. People are very smart, but they lack unity. What is unity? It is planning and tidying." White pointed to the lines on the board. , Said, "Did you find that you have to always be troubled by complicated courses?"

The boos below gradually lightened, and these proud Stanford geniuses were extremely humble in one respect. And their focused eyes seemed to be brewing, how to organize the language to defeat the boy who suddenly appeared on the podium table, who was one year younger than their average age.

White said: "What I want to create is such a network software. When other schools need to know the courses from the students officially, we can already assemble them freely and predict in advance.

The most obvious example that White compared was the timetable that Iverson suddenly sent in the apartment that day. Of course, he is not just to look at the overlap between the two courses.

"How to quickly know the other party's course schedule, instead of going to the school's official website through the account and password to observe the degree of course overlap, this is the biggest idea I want to express." White clasped his middle finger, raised his chin slightly, and scanned the entire classroom s student.

The classroom was silent, and White saw a pair of eyes shooting at him.