"Dear Professors and Gentlemen, welcome to the CACM Symposium, which will focus on the development trend of computing. I now give the floor to Professor Morton."

The conference was held at the Hilton Garden Inn in Manhattan, New York, and it can be seen that CACM officials attach great importance to this conference and at the same time spend a lot of money.

Zhong Yuemin sat behind Professor Anderson, carefully looking at the people attending the meeting, feeling like he was participating in a martial arts conference, with the master-level figures sitting in the front, and the disciples and grandchildren sitting in the back to gain knowledge.

Looking at the introduction manual in his hand, Zhong Yuemin confirmed that he and Professor Anderson were indeed big guys, and many people's monographs Zhong Yuemin had studied, and it was indeed not light.

After listening for a while, Zhong Yuemin found that most of the professors present were still focused on mainframe computers, and were more discussing how to develop faster supercomputers in the future, which may have something to do with their years of research experience in large-scale or even supercomputers.

These are very important, China did not develop the first supercomputer Galaxy 1 until 1983, and even after it has been facing the technological blockade of Western countries, Zhong Yuemin usually pays attention to collecting relevant information, but obviously when it comes to the development trend of supercomputers, the experts here are not Zhong Yuemin's person, and it is obviously not the focus of this meeting.

It wasn't until Professor Donald came to power that the crowd picked up a bit. Zhong Yuemin heard from Professor Anderson that Professor Donald was his colleague at IBM, who was mainly responsible for the system integration side of the microcomputer.

Professor Donald came to the stage with a wooden box with bare circuit boards that looked like an engineering machine.

"Dear gentlemen, I am Donald from Cornell University in New York. ”

There was a laugh underneath the "hehehe," obviously a little amused by Donald's solemn self-introduction.

"Hey, Donald, we all know you, you don't need to introduce me anymore!" said an old friend who knew each other well.

"No, no, no, I must introduce!" Donald said, "I see that there are a lot of newcomers here today, you must remember me, read my books, and if you can mention me more in papers and monographs!"

"Damn, Donald, you're so shameless!, you used this method to increase your influence!" Professor Anderson scolded.

"It's a ploy, if more people mention me and my scientific research, I'll surpass you old guys!" Donald said proudly: "When people in the future mention this conference, they will say that Professor Donald and the participants had an academic discussion, and you are the participants!"

Professor Donald said that he was happy, and that he was an old urchin.

At this time, the old professors present who were originally serious began to ridicule and ridicule Professor Donald, and the venue was noisy.

But Zhong Yuemin and the other disciples and grandchildren could only hold back their lives to prevent themselves from laughing, these immortals fought, and mortals should not be involved.

The presiding officer of the meeting sweated out of his head, and after persuading this one and that, it took twenty minutes to calm down the old men.

"I would now like to invite Professor Donald to continue his speech. ”

Professor Donald stood proudly on the podium, "This is a microcomputer I developed for IBM, this machine is only 30 kilograms, but it will have a built-in monitor, keyboard and memory, and it can even be put on a desktop. ”

"This machine has my share too! Damn vanity!" Professor Anderson, who was sitting below, blew his beard in anger and muttered to Zhong Yuemin.

"Professor Donald, how is this machine performing?" someone asked.

"We plan to put the CPU, hundreds of kilobytes of ROM including the OS, up to 64 kilobytes of RAM, and some memory. Donald touched his nose.

"You mean the plan?" someone could hear Professor Donald's voiceover, "Is IBM having any problems?"

Professor Donald touched his nose, "There were indeed some minor difficulties, so the company commissioned me to recruit some like-minded experts to join our team. ”

"Join you in making toys?" said an old professor, "such a small machine, such weak computing power, for a housewife to buy it and settle accounts?"

Professor Anderson and Zhong Yuemin glanced at each other, and the scene in front of them was like a copy of the class, except that the opponents became more authoritative.

Professor Donald did not make a strong defense, let alone achieve his purpose of recruitment, so he had to step down in disgrace.

The last to speak was Professor Anderson, who didn't take anything and walked straight forward, "This time I'd like to ask my student, Yue Minzhong, to speak for me, he's a good lad, and he has some ideas about microcomputers. ”

"Wow!" The professors below didn't react, and the apprentices and grandchildren sitting in the back all exclaimed, jealous of Zhong Yuemin's lucky boy.

Zhong Yuemin also moved a box to the podium, and when he opened the box, there was a desktop computer inside.

"In 1977, at the first West Coast Computer Show in San Francisco, Steve Jobs and his partner Wozniak showed off the Apple II, which I think was the world's first true personal computer, and that's where the future of computers is headed. ”

Zhong Yuemin's words caused a big wave in the audience, which also surprised Professor Anderson a little that Zhong Yuemin did not speak according to the speech, and came up and gave a thunder.

The old professor who had scolded Donald before asked, "Isn't this machine you brought up a game console? Could it be that a video game console is the future of our computers?"

The old professor's questioning silenced the audience, and it was clear that everyone wanted to hear what the Chinese boy could say.

"It's a video game console, it has a big color display, and it has two game controllers, so it's definitely cool to play games!" Zhong Yuemin stroked the epoch-making computer, "The most important thing is that it is equipped with a 1 MHz6502 microprocessor from MOS Technology, 4KB of RAM, and an external 14-inch floppy drive for storing and restoring data-Disk II."

And the IntegerBasic programming language is built into the ROM. Its video controller displays 24 lines x 40 columns of capital letters on the screen. And it has six expansion slots, which is enough for programmers. ”

"Oh my God!" exclaimed a young scholar, "where can I buy one?"

"$1,298 for 4KB, $2,638 for 48KB, you can call Apple, in Cupertino, California. Zhong Yuemin felt that he could ask Jobs to collect some advertising fees.

"Quiet!" the old professor who questioned Zhong Yuemin before poked his crutch and suppressed the full voice, "This is the so-called development of personal computers you said, so what do you think is the development trend of computers or supercomputers?"

This Zhong Yuemin really knew that he was more interested in supercomputers back then, and he searched for relevant information.

In the 21st century, China and the United States are catching up with each other in the field of supercomputers, and the fastest computing speed has reached 1.4 billion times.

And all of you here are top experts in the computer industry, all of them are smart heads, if Zhong Yuemin really reveals some future technical directions, maybe he really inspired these people, it will be a disaster for China.

Zhong Yuemin decided not to add to the blockage of the motherland, "I have not been in the United States for a long time, and I don't have any ideas about supercomputers. ”

"But that's it!" the old professor snorted, and said no more.

Zhong Yuemin didn't care about him, and went down after finishing the speech he had prepared before.

But the professors below are not interested in his "shallow" remarks, and they don't think that the so-called personal computer, which has the same computing power as a weak chicken, is of any use.

The young scholars' eyes were full of light, not because they agreed with Zhong Yuemin's ideas, but because they were interested in the Apple computer in Zhong Yuemin's arms, and these science and engineering men had no resistance to this big toy.

When Zhong Yuemin sat down, he felt a strong gaze from the opposite side, which was Professor Donald's blazing eyes, as if he was staring at the vulture of his prey.

"Well done!" Professor Anderson patted Zhong Yuemin on the shoulder and encouraged, "Ignore those old stubborns, one day they will be thrown into the coffin with stubbornness and prejudice!"

Zhong Yuemin glanced at Professor Anderson, and realized that he was really a young man in this group of professors, no wonder he had no scruples.

The temperature in New York at the beginning of April was not too low, and Zhong Yuemin could already feel the warm spring wind when he walked on the street.

Zhong Yuemin walked aimlessly on the streets of Manhattan, New York, and was unconsciously attracted by a crisp guitar sound.

He made his way to Times Square, a dangerous area at the crossroads of the world, filled with pornographic venues, movie theaters showing all night and tourists on the streets.

Of course, it is also a place where homeless people gather, where they drink, smoke, beg, or do nothing.

Zhong Yuemin still saw some wandering artists singing, dancing, and performing acrobatics, relying on their own efforts in exchange for payment.

The guitar sound Zhong Yuemin heard before came from a long-haired man wearing an American-style military coat, which complemented Zhong Yuemin's grass-green military coat.

“when i was young

i'd listenthe radio

waiting forfavorite songs

when they played i'd sing along

it madesmile

those were such happy times

and notlong ago

every shing-a-ling-a-ling

that they're startingsingfine

every shalala every wo'wo still shines”

The long-haired man sings about yesterday's reappearance of the Carpenter siblings, and his voice has a vicissitudes of life that has a flavor that is not used at all for the Carpenter siblings.

The onlookers listened quietly, and many of them hummed softly because the song was so popular.

Zhong Yuemin stood behind the crowd, quite touched, remembering the time with Qin Ling in northern Shaanxi, the memories suddenly triggered his tears, and his nose was a little sour.

When the music ended, everyone applauded and stepped forward to put change in the long-haired man's piano case. Zhong Yuemin also stepped forward and put down the ten dollars.

"Man, can you lend me a piano?"

The long-haired man glanced at his military coat, nodded, and moved out of the way.

Zhong Yuemin took the guitar, tried the sound, and played a long prelude, which seemed to be endless.

Just when everyone thought that Zhong Yuemin was just playing the guitar, he opened his mouth:

"For you and I have used half a year's savings,

Looking at it across the ocean,

For this reunion,

……

Memories always slowly accumulate in my heart,

Indelible,

……

Strange city,

In a familiar corner,

……”

At the end of the song, the crowd applauded without hesitation, a tune that New Yorkers had never heard before, and they couldn't even understand the lyrics, but they could still feel the sadness in Zhong Yuemin's song.

Zhong Yuemin bowed to the audience and returned the guitar to the long-haired man.

"Some sad music, are you missing your lover?" the long-haired man looked at him.

"Probably. Zhong Yuemin smiled, "If I sing again, it may delay your business." ”

"It doesn't matter, there's enough money in the case for me to have a full meal. The long-haired man insisted on handing him the harp.

Seeing this, the onlookers applauded and encouraged Zhong Yuemin to sing another song.

Zhong Yuemin took the guitar and raised his hand to the audience, and the applause of the crowd became more and more enthusiastic, attracting the people around to gather here.

As Zhong Yuemin plucked the strings, the guitar emitted a golden sound, becoming more and more intense and demagogic.

The audience was agitated, raising their arms to the music, again and again.

The long-haired man also became excited, found a broken barrel, and beat the tambourine with Zhong Yuemin's guitar, adding a fire to the hot scene.

"When I walk every street here

My heart never seemed to be at peace

In addition to the roar of the engine and the sound of electricity

I seem to hear its candlestick heartbeat

I'm here to laugh, I'm here to cry

I'm alive here and I'm dying here

I'm praying here, I'm lost here

I'm looking here to lose here

Beijing, Beijing

……

If one day I have to leave

I want people to bury me here

I can feel my presence here

There's so much to love here

I'm here to laugh, I'm here to cry

I'm alive here and I'm dying here

I'm praying here, I'm lost here

I'm looking here and I'm losing here

Beijing, Beijing, Beijing, Beijing

……”

Singing Beijing in New York Times Square, Zhong Yuemin felt that he was crazy, but the mood was there for a while, he just wanted to shout out, and if he didn't sing Ten to the Red Army, it would be a face for the Yankees.

So everyone was infected by Zhong Yuemin's roar, and they were all upset.

"Beijing! Beijing ......"

I don't know what Zhong Yuemin is shouting, whether it is white, black or yellow, they all shout anyway.

The song is fluttering, but there is a song that ends and people disperse.

As the sun sets, Times Square becomes more dangerous, and people disperse, leaving newspapers, drink glasses, and chewing gum unattended.

Zhong Yuemin solemnly thanked the long-haired singer, and when he turned his head, he saw a female voice standing there, bursting into tears.