Meng Fanzhu sat by the window of the XJ big string store and watched the endless crowd and traffic in a daze, and Song Yang's complaining voice sounded in his ears from time to time, the main meaning was that Meng Fanzhu's candid shooting behavior caused Zhou Ling's annoyance and anger, and he was implicated, became a deflating bucket, and was cleaned up extremely miserably.

However, judging from the fat man's appetite and the excited state in his eyes, he is showing off a lot.

Meng Fanzhu was in a daze because he was thinking about the future of himself and the fat man, and he had experienced a lot in the past two months since he woke up. The system is as if it has installed a powerful magnet on itself, and all kinds of things come one after another, and it is completely passively pushed away.

What is one's own direction and what is one's own foundation? What can one do without a system, and how can one give full play to the role of the system? The six arts are all-encompassing, which ones can be mastered first, and which ones can be postponed?

Song Yang was fanned by the wings of his butterfly to an unknown road, and he must be responsible for his brother. You must know that this guy is an IT elite who has gone from a programming ape to a regional manager of a portal in the dream world. In this life, with the help of myself, I have to get a CEO to do it.

The next 30 years will be the Internet era, and if your current development is not closely integrated with the Internet, your head will be pumped. If you do it now, your brothers should be able to catch up with the last wave of Internet dividends. In two years' time, many future Internet predators will be born, and then participating in the competition will inevitably be bruised.

It's better to start early and let the network be the engine of your own tank. In this way, Song Yang's strengths can also be brought into play, and after the molding, this piece can be completely handed over to Song Yang, and he can take it off to develop other industries.

Huge amounts of data and thinking are split and assembled in the brain, and gradually a plan is formed in the brain

"How are you mastering the C++ language?" Meng Fanzhu asked suddenly, almost causing Song Yang, who was blowing in front of the bottle, to pour beer into his nose.

Coughed twice, although I didn't know why the little pig asked this, he still cleared his throat and replied with a little pride: "It's not bad, since the completion of the second year of high school, I have also done a few plug-in programs this year, and the effect is good, and the main site has not detected our plug-ins when playing online games." ”

"That plug-in thing will never be on the table, its heyday has passed, and if you make a profit from it, you will be sentenced! Now if you are asked to build a website and develop four or five functional modules, do you think you can handle it?" Meng Fanzhu touched the beer bottle with Song Yang and continued to ask.

"The website framework is easy to handle, and the key is to look at what functional modules are available, and you need to know that there are tens of thousands of commands for the more complex ones. My speed is okay, and it should be equivalent to a normal programmer at the moment. Song Yang replied very pertinently.

"Well, I have a plan, you have to help me, let's get a website out, I'll give you the plan when I get back, and then we divide the work, and finally integrate. Meng Fanzhu nodded and said what he thought.

"Don't tell me when you'll be able to program!" Song Yang has been surprised by the abilities of his good brother from time to time in the past few months, and he was only slightly surprised and then patted his chest and said, "Okay, you command, I'll charge." ”

Meng Fanzhu nodded with a smile on his face, but he was calculating in his heart. Now I can get at least 42,000+ talents every day, and the advanced computer programming language needs 700,000 talents, which can be achieved in mid-July from today, and some division-level work can start when mastering intermediate programming, which can speed up the progress.

After lunch, Meng Fanzhu returned home, opened the notebook and planned to continue to update "What Things in the Ming Dynasty", the author's mailbox showed an unread message, opened it and looked, it turned out to be an application for signing. The editor of the website will take the initiative to sign some excellent works, and it seems that the response to this work is not bad. Once the online signing steps are completed, a paper contract will be mailed in.

There are more things to do in the afternoon, and I will read the comments of netizens in the evening. This book will be a stepping stone for me to step into historical literature, and the pure literary novel "Triple Door" will become the cornerstone of supporting my development path as a writer. I just don't know when "Sprout" will reply to myself, and I have some expectations.

In the evening, as soon as Meng Fanzhu set the meal, his parents and Lele came back back back and forth, as if they were smelling the aroma of rice and stepping on the food.

My mother especially likes to see her eldest son cooking in an apron, so that even if Meng Fanzhu is alone in the future, she will not starve herself.

Pat off the hands of Dad and Lele who were about to steal food, and let them wash their hands. The two of them are more and more alike, and the eldest son is still with me. came over and hugged Meng Fanzhu and kissed him: "It's so hard!"

hugged my mother back, pressed her on a chair and massaged my mother's shoulders.

"Mom is the hardest!" Righteous qi covers the palms of the hands, helping the mother's shoulders and neck to relax the muscles and invigorate the blood while heating up.

The mother squinted her eyes and enjoyed the service of her eldest son, and the father who came back from washing his hands looked jealous, shook his neck from side to side, and muttered in his mouth: "Alas, after reading the documents for a day, I have committed cervical spondylosis!"

Lele, who had just changed into home clothes in the back, walked over while lowering his head and tidying up, didn't see his eldest brother massaging his mother, and when he heard his father's words, he asked in surprise: "Dad, when did you get cervical spondylosis?"

Dad was embarrassed, and Mom laughed and gave up her place. Xiaole ran over to take the initiative to be filial to his father. This kid's nearly two months of practice plus the transformation of the Cleansing Pill has made his hand strength greater than that of ordinary adults. I don't know any massage skills, and I don't have any righteousness, and my dad grins his teeth, and in order not to be motivated by percussion music and can't shout pain, he can only eat coptis dumbly, and he can't say that he has suffering.

During the meal, Meng Fanzhu listened with great interest to the family members about the day's experience. Commoners have the happiness of civilians, and the rule of eating and not saying nothing has a market in their own homes.

The busy society and the huge pressure of survival have forced everyone to do their best to plan, whether it is working hard or studying hard in order to work a good platform in the future, it consumes most of the energy and energy of most people.

Dinner is the most concentrated and relaxing activity of the day, and a good dinner atmosphere can not only increase the communication of family members, but also improve the mood, help digestion, and make the body and mind recover faster.

Meng Fanzhu took out a piece of paper full of domain names from his apron pocket and handed it to his father in the gap between Lele's endless talks. This is the afternoon to use the memory search ability, can think of the well-known website domain names registered after 2005 can be written, I plan to catch all the net.

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