Aunt Tan is no stranger to Xianyun Mountain, after all, it is the place where she has played since she was a child. Familiar mountain roads, familiar scenery - "Huh? What's that white greenhouse?"

Wang Zhijia said, "That's the strawberry shed in the village."

Aunt Tan was pleasantly surprised: "With so many greenhouses, how many strawberries can be harvested?"

Wang Zhijia smiled: "I don't know this."

Aunt Tan entered the village all the way, and the thriving atmosphere of the village could not be hidden. Walking to the glass house that could not be seen at the seedling base, Aunt Tan was shocked and dazed: "This is the seedling room?"

Ling Mei happily pushed the door open. He stepped forward and shook her hand: "You're finally here! Aunt Tan, let me take you to visit the seedling base in our village."

Aunt Tan followed Ling Mei to stroll in the nursery room of Ruoda.

"We have different areas here based on different rapeseeds. But we breed all the varieties of vegetables that are available on the market. Aunt Tan, let me tell you, the most profitable vegetables are tomatoes, and the tomatoes in our village are in short supply, and the hotel queues in Guangzhou can't buy anything."

Aunt Tan nodded frequently: "That empty area is—"

"There's the fruit section over there. The grafting of strawberry seedlings and fruit trees in our village will be completed in that area in the future."

Aunt Tan saw a long list of light bulbs on each row of culture medium, and asked, "You use the heat of the lamp to control the room temperature?"

"Yes." Ling Mei took Aunt Tan to the control room of the middle machine, Wang Zhijia had already assembled the computer and instructed the students to debug.

Among the seven students, except for Aunt Tan, Shao Xudong had the best results. Under his operation, the light bulb in the seedling base obediently turned on and off with the instructions.

Today's practice is actually an important assessment, which directly determines the future direction of the students.

In the final assessment results, Shao Xudong served as Zhuo Lin's deputy and secretary of the general office, and Weng Qianqian, Cai Yajun, and Guo Rong served as the information administrators of the three companies respectively. Shao Min and Wang Cheng have certain experience in seedling cultivation and serve as the coordination administrators of the seedling base.

Wang Zhijia successfully completed the task and was finally able to leave Yunlai Village. Before parting, he gave his books to Aunt Tan. The two also left each other's contact numbers and addresses.

"Aunt Tan. If you change your mind and want to study abroad, please contact me."

Tan Yueqiu looked at the young boy in front of her, and the thoughts in her heart drifted away for a while: Her son should also graduate from college, get married and have children, right?

She smiled slightly, "Okay."

Zhuo Lin sent his old friend down the mountain.

"Zhijia, do you have any plans for the future?"

"Of course there is." Wang Zhijia is full of confidence, "I am ready to realize my dream when I come back."

"Tell me."

"I'm going to start a company, too. Undertake the design and implementation of computer application software for major enterprises."

Zhuo Lin smiled: "The ambition is quite ambitious. But now this market is not yet mature. You'll have to wait a few more years for computers to become more ubiquitous enough before you can develop them."

Wang Zhijia frowned: "You're right."

Zhuo Lin followed the train of thought: "So, before you set up your software company, can you start a computer school?"

Wang Zhijia laughed and said, "Is it the success of this training course that makes you float? Run a school! You think too highly of me."

Zhuo Lin sighed lightly: "It's the same. Running a school is not that simple. But I think you can go to the university for a job. I've heard that many universities are preparing to offer computer science majors. If you can become a mentor, you won't be able to get a soft hand on major projects in the future?"

The more Wang Zhijia thought about it, the more it made sense: "Why didn't I think of it? With my ability, I can at least be a professor after ten years, and I will be a tutor in the future, and I want students to have students, have connections, and have a background. The software still doesn't let me make a lot of money?!"

A smile flashed in Zhuo Lin's eyes: "Yes. Lay the foundation first, and the world of this software will be yours in the future."

Wang Zhijia rushed home, and when he entered the door, he was greeted by his father's roar: "Wang Zhijia, where have you been fooling around in the past three months?!"

Wang Zhijia ignored his father's anger and called out happily: "Dad, Dad. Quick, help me find a college. I'm going to be a professor at school."

Wang Bo was stunned, unable to believe his ears: "What did you say?" A dozen newspapers were smashed at him, "You think a university professor is so good? With your little ability, you still want to be a professor?"

"Ahh You used to think that your son was unambitious. Now that your son has a goal to strive for, you still have to scold. Is there such a father as you?" Wang's mother hugged her son with a smile and asked, "Why did you suddenly remember to go to college to become a teacher?"

Wang Zhijia rolled his eyes and said, "Dad, why do I want to return to China? Learn to serve the country. The development of computers abroad is changing with each passing day and is in full swing. I came back to build my country's computer ecology. Dad, I've thought about it, it's really not practical to start a company. I should first go to the university to teach, teach more students and cultivate more computer talents. In the future, there will be enough professionals to start a business together, right?"

Wang Bo looked at him suspiciously, "Can you actually figure this out?"

Or does Zhuo Lin's kid have the ability to say that he moved his son?

Satisfied, he folded the newspaper and said, "That being said, don't think too highly of yourself. When I enter the school, I have to start as a teaching assistant, if I have the ability, I will become a regular teacher, but if I don't, don't embarrass me as soon as possible, find a job that can support myself, and live a good life."

Wang Zhijia smiled and asked, "Then which university should I go to?" Xiamen University?"

The newspaper in Wang Bo's hand slapped the table and sneered: "What do you do to dream of Spring and Autumn Festival!" Xiamen University does intend to offer computer classes. But you'll have to take the interview yourself."

Wang's mother said happily, "With my son's education, I'm afraid I won't be able to pass the exam?"

Wang Bo snorted lightly: "How easy is it?"

Wang Zhijia's chest straightened: "I have been the king of the test since I was a child. You have to pass every exam, and you're afraid that you won't be able to enter Xiamen University as a teacher?"

******

The National Day of 1983 came as scheduled.

The makeshift models at the textile mill finally had their final rehearsal. I saw Qin Hua again, and I often hung on the manager of Xiao Ling Mei Xiao.

"Manager Xiao is getting more and more beautiful!"

Yin Wanqin looked at Ling Mei with envy: she was like a light cloud on a high mountain, making people look up and dare not blaspheme.

Each of the 12 master tailors is responsible for a model, and after measuring the figure, they choose the right size to try on clothes according to their temperament and body shape.

As rows of glittering costumes hung on pale gold hangers and pushed into the auditorium, the two Hong Kong models, Rao and Chu Qiu, were also amazed.

The shock in their eye exchange could not be hidden.

"I thought it was a small pheasant brand, but I didn't expect the quality of the clothes to be so good?"

"It's all silk brocade fabric. The boss is really rich."

"It's still a heavy silk! I don't see half of the fabric."

"There was a skirt that I felt like cashmere silk, soft and slippery. At least more than 2,000 yuan, right?"

"Who the hell do you say Manager Xiao is? That's too arrogant!"

Women textile workers are also professionals. The clothes are on hand, and they are silenced.

Guangzhou weaving yarn is famous all over the country. But they haven't seen such precious and beautiful fabrics!

The dissatisfaction in Feng Ruizhu's stomach disappeared, and she touched her clothes and sighed: "Being able to wear these clothes is worth it in this life."

Yin Wanqin carefully tied the silky belt: she had reeled countless silks and handled so many yarns, but it was the first time she wore a heavy silk costume.

It's just—it's so beautiful!

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