"DiDi Di Di"

The telephone on Li Jian's waist rang, and it was one of the three telephones used in experiments at the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications, and at present, in Yanjing, as long as he does not go out of the 25-kilometer range of the base station of the second institute, the free mobile fixed-line communication service in China has been providing him with it, and this is a super-national treatment.

"Hey, Lao Lin, how are you playing in Zhenshen, haven't you been to Xiangjiang? Oh, oh, Motoraro is going to renovate the factory, completely shrink the pager business, and the Zhenshen branch is converted into a fax machine factory? ”

The call turned out to be from Lin Kaihe, just after the New Year, not yet the eighth day of the new year, a large number of white engineers have appeared in the Motoraro factory, this unusual move has attracted the attention of Lin Kaihe, who has just returned to China from Xiangjiang, and found Qiu Xianxi to communicate for the first time, only to know that Motoraro has fully contracted the pager business, and the branch factory in Zhenshen has also changed from the production of pagers to the production of fax machines.

Li Jian and Lin Kaihe said that after knowing the situation, they hung up the phone, and Motoraro changed the production products, which actually meant in disguise that Motoraro admitted that the pager market could no longer compete with Qianghua, and began to change the direction of key products, but in fax machines, photocopiers and other products, Japanese companies have already taken the lead, Guangli Company, Shimatsu Company, Brother Company, etc. are giants in the fax machine industry, and Phillips Company in the Netherlands also has its own fax machine brand.

Motoraro's entry into this market is probably not as comfortable as facing Qianghua's encirclement in the pager market, but these things have nothing to do with Li Jian, what he needs to do now. It's to pick up a wine glass and find someone to celebrate Motoraro's disguised admission of defeat.

In my memory, Li Jian's understanding of communication. started from Motoraro, in the Hong Kong and Taiwan films I saw at that time, the underworld brother held half a brick in his hand, and pressed the button on the movie with great power, and then it didn't take long for vans to drive over, and for a while. It's a lot of fun.

Li Jian in the past was also crazy about watching that scene, a battle of hundreds of people. The blood of the beater was boiling, and the black brick in the hand of the big brother of the underworld was also named Big Brother as a name that did not represent any glorious meaning in itself.

From this era, Motoraro began to dominate the domestic high-end communications market. Of course. With the entry of brands such as Noaki and Lixin, this rule has gradually collapsed, but domestic brands have to wait until twenty or thirty years before they can slowly occupy the low-end market with the rise of copycat machines.

The high-end market has always been occupied by foreign brands such as Xingsan, Apple, and Noaki.

Now, Motoraro, the once glorious king. In this way, in the pager, a market that should have dominated the world, he was single-handedly beaten and sunk in the sand. This sense of accomplishment can make anyone excited.

It's a good way to find someone to celebrate, but it's only the eighth day of the first month, and the winter vacation of various universities has not ended, and most of the students in Huaqing who came in advance have scientific research projects, and Li Jian can't pull them out.

Lin Xiaodan shouldn't have come yet, and the only acquaintances in Yanjing are Tang Yang and Qian Xiaobei.

If you go to interrupt the sweet life of the two of them by yourself, will Qian Xiaobei be dragged out by Qian Xiaobei by the neck and beaten to death? Forget it, if you have a drink with Tang Yang, you can't take care of anything else.

In Yanjing, Li Jian still doesn't have his own car to travel, unlike Yan Liqiang, who has to stay in Yanjing for 365 days a year, Li Jian himself can't be sure that he will stay here for a few days, and buying a car is purely a waste, so when Yan Liqiang returned to Chunjiang, his car was requisitioned by Li Jian.

Thinking of Yan Liqiang's tearful eyes looking at Santana, whom he called his eldest wife, Li Jian felt that it was better to buy a new car and return it to Yan Liqiang.

A few days ago, I laughed at Lin Xiaodan who was poor and rich but reluctant to spend money, now think about myself, isn't it also a typical, the factory sells Toyota cars, but he is in Yanjing, often running around, but he doesn't have a car for his own use, and now he is himself, even if a car is worth four or five hundred thousand yuan, it is no money at all.

Drove to the door of Tang Lao's tea shed, Li Jian called Tang Yang, Li Jian came to Tang's house on the sixth day of the new year, and sold a little fruit and pastries to Tang Lao, but Tang Lao was very satisfied with the things of more than a dozen yuan, but Li Jian was buried by Tang Yang and Qian Xiaobei.

'It's too hard to buy such a rich big boss to buy such a thing......

"Tang Yang, are you at home? In the evening, I will have a drink with you and celebrate. ”

When the phone was dialed, Li Jian saw a black Audi 100 parked at the door of the tea shed, and it seemed that there were still a few people standing at the door of the car waiting, could it be that the Tang family was ready to go out?

"Li Jian, I can't drink at night, I can't drink with you, the old man wants to take me out with that little witch, meet a few old guys, maybe the old man Qian is also coming, I estimate it's miserable, forget it, don't tell you, you can entertain yourself, do you want me to introduce you to two French girls, two people in Angel's company have already arrived in Yanjing......"

Li Jian listened to Tang Yang before he finished venting his frustration of being locked up at home in the past few days, and he heard Didi's voice on the phone, and he didn't know how the people at the Yanjing Post and Telecommunications Bureau did it, even the phone at the home of the retired old leader could be disconnected, and he was not afraid of being criticized when he turned back.

However, Li Jian wronged others this time, in the Tang family's tea shed, Tang Yang stared at Qian Xiaobei in front of him, he hadn't finished bragging to Li Jian about the French beauty, and he hadn't asked Li Jian why he was in such a good mood to save himself, so the little girl hung up the phone.

"Brother Yang, why are you looking at me like this, I'm not afraid that you will be taken by Li Jian, alas, Dad called you."

Qian Xiaobei was in front of Tang Yang, that is, she was gentle like a ball of cotton, sticking to Tang Yang's body, so that Tang Yang, who had passed through the leaves in the thousands of flowers and did not leave behind, had no temper, so he could only sigh a long sigh and go to find his father,

"That's my dad, you, should you still be called Grandpa Tang."

Before leaving, he threw a word to Qian Xiaobei, and Qian Xiaobei stuck out his tongue mischievously,

"What grandpa, sooner or later, if it's not my father, I don't believe that I can get you, and I can't handle the old man."

Turning the head of the car, Li Jian regretted a little that he didn't call Tang Yang earlier to confirm, but thinking about it, he made a phone call and knew that they were not available, it was not the same thing, and there was nowhere to go anyway, so let's go back to Huaqing.

Santana shuttled among the crowd of bicycles and walkers, and Li Jian actually drove the car to the gate of Yenching University, wanting to go back, but thinking that since he had already come, he would go in and have a look, and he had not yet entered this famous university with a long history.

Parking the car at the door, Li Jianxin walked in, the gate of the university in this era is not as strict as it was later, and you need to show your student ID to enter and exit.

Walking around the campus, there are very few people, the whole campus is very quiet, quite a bit of the smell of a century-old school, breathing in the quiet humanistic atmosphere for a while, Li Jian found that it was still not interesting.

The kind of refreshment that I have accumulated in my heart, I can't vent it at all.

Find a place to get drunk, this is not in line with Li Jian's character,

"That's it, let's go around the famous lake, and it's not for nothing to come to Yenching University for a turn."

Looking for the students on the side of the road and asking about the direction of the famous lake, Li Jian went straight through, it was the middle of winter, the lake was already frozen, and the trees by the lake had lost their leaves, and the scenery was bleak.

There are basically no people by the lake, Li Jian leaned on a weeping willow covered with snow, and began to enjoy the intersection of this natural tranquility and humanistic atmosphere, watching a somewhat thin back on the lake pile up a snowman by the lake.

"Interesting, let's take a look."

Standing up, Li Jian stepped on the snow that had melted a little, walked behind the man who built the snowman, and looked at it from the side, it was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a thick army-green cotton coat, and an octagonal hat woven with woolen on his head, revealing some long sideburns.

At this moment, the snowman had been piled up, and the boy was using what he had prepared in advance to put facial features on the snowman's face.

Two small black briquettes are used as eyes, a red strip of cloth wrapped in snow is stuffed into a long strip for a nose, and the mouth is only used as two willow sticks from the trees next to it, and in the snowman's hand, there is a thicker dead branch.

Seeing the snowman, Li Jian remembered himself, as if he had such a happy time many years ago when he was less than ten years old.

This seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy should not have gone to college yet, maybe it is the child of some teacher, so he has such a free time to entertain here.

"Hmm!"

Seeing that the young man actually picked up a dead branch and wrote on the ground, Li Jian, who aroused his childlike heart, followed behind the young man and looked over.

"There are thousands of roads, but I just want to tell my own story."

It seems that this is still a boy with a story, Li Jian saw that the young man put down the wooden stick in his hand, raised his head, took away the octagonal beanie on his head, and shouted at the sky, and the corners of his eyes seemed to leave a line of tears.

"Young man, can you make one for me?"

Li Jian stood behind the young man, bent down, held a ball of snow with both hands, and began to prepare to build a snowman, the young man turned around, saw Li Jian, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve,

"Do you need help building a snowman?"

"Everyone needs the help of others, even if he is a genius, because there are always aspects that he is not good at, people are social creatures, living alone, I am afraid that they will live like beasts, and how to pursue their dreams."

deliberately put the topic on the story of the teenager, and sure enough, the teenager was hooked.

"Dreams, everyone has dreams, but some people are not qualified to talk about dreams, help you, I should go back, this is not the place I should come to after all."

Squatting down, the young man held the snow ball with both hands, and Li Jian saw his front, on the front of the army-green cotton jacket, there were two or three patches of the same color, but because the sewing skills were very good, he couldn't see it at all. 、

And the clothes worn on the thin body of the young man seem to be a little big, and the corners of the clothes are also a little shabby, it seems that the young man's family background is not very good, isn't he the child of the faculty and staff of Yan University? (To be continued......)