Chapter 198 Angel

They didn't order much wine.

There was a heated debate between the north and the south on whether roast duck should be served with red or white. Finally, after the duck skin was dipped in sugar and cleaned, He Miao intercepted the waiter and ordered a pitcher of pineapple beer.

Lin Lang marveled at her childish taste and said, "Go to the children's table."

He Miao opened the can, filled it up for himself and his friends, and ignored him. "The dishes that come out the fastest are the ones for kids. If they don't understand, forget it. Drink it if you want."

Su Xia clinked glasses with her affectionately and tried to smooth things over with a smile, "Is the duck enough?"

Before the boy could respond, she glanced at the battle on the table, turned around and waved politely, "We'll add two roast ducks, one braised yellow croaker, and three mustard duck feet."

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Lin Lang was so moved that tears came out, "The boss lady is so generous."

"You're welcome," Su Xia said, taking a sip of pineapple beer and casually gesturing to the side with her pinky finger. "It's not me who's paying the bill anyway."

Lin Lang readily agreed, "I was just about to say thank you, Brother Xu. Brother Xu is my only brother."

A man of kindness will not be grateful if he receives favors from others.

Liang Zhuoqian was enjoying rolling a duck pancake when he was suddenly elbowed by Chen Zhiheng next to him. He chewed a few bites in a daze, then followed Lin Lang's habit and shouted, "...Thanks, Brother Xu."

Xu Jiqing remained calm and said, "Eat more."

He Miao looked calm, pretending to check the time on her phone while typing away to her good sister.

[Is our Majesty planning to become a good wife? ]

Su Xia replied with a straight face, "Thank you for the invitation, but that's not the case."

[I'm a hardcore player of the game, and my current copy is Behind the Curtain.]

He Miao: [Long live the emperor.]

[Eh, I don't think so. I was completely stunned just now. The combined IQ of these four people should be over 600, right? What have you done to them?]

Su Xia: [What did it change to? ]

He Miao: [I now feel that there are no such things as cool guys in the world. It's only when there are more people who like to pretend that cool guys exist that they become cool guys.]

[Even with your husband at the head, Roaring Sky Dog is bewildered and coaxed into performing handshakes, bows, and loops around you. How can I express my admiration for this master dog trainer?]

Su Xia: [It’s passed down to daughters, not sons. I’ll give you some guidance some other day.]

I really want to ask you to give me a roll with everything, half duck skin and half meat, as much as you can.

He Miao: [I understand. Please come in.]

I angrily rolled half of it in.

Su Xia was trying so hard to hold back her laughter that she took a big bite of cake and held the cold spoon in her mouth to divert her attention.

After halftime, Xu Jiqing went out to answer the phone.

The people at the table were chatting, and the atmosphere was relaxed and lively.

Because they were already familiar with each other, they were no longer shy about talking about many topics, and mentioned some small things that happened before Xu Jiqing bought a house and moved.

"You met Zhiheng during the Chinese New Year, right? Brother Xu started looking at houses at that time, from Manhe to Wanliu, they were all so detailed."

"The owner is so young, and the agent is used to getting a big truck for the move. They asked us if it would be enough to just open the door to the house for the furniture to arrive, and whether they needed to hire someone to break down the door frame or use a crane."

Su Xia was amazed, "Do boys also have so many things?"

"Then you really don't know," Lin Lang said, "Just looking at the people in my company, my house is full of sneakers, Zhiheng plays with keyboards and console peripherals, and Qianzi has a whole living room full of Gundams in Boston alone."

"In the past two years, a large number of young Chinese students have returned. Their families are particularly well-off, and each one is more flamboyant than the other. Brother Xu is handsome and generous, and the agent's concern is a bit confusing."

Su Xia asked, "So has he moved all his things in?"

Everything was in a mess when they moved in the morning, and she didn't pay much attention to it.

"He's a minimalist boy, a bit of a show-off, and he packed all his luggage in ten minutes."

Chen Zhiheng pointed to the side and said, "They are all in the box that Lin Lang took."

"It's not full," Lin Lang chimed in. "Our Brother Xu saves when he should and spends when he should, and he's not vague at all with the boss lady."

After drinking, the usually carefree boy was a little sentimental today and asked her, "Boss, do you know how Xixin got the angel round of investment?"

Su Xia was stunned and shook his head honestly.

Liang Zhuoqian raised his glass and said, "I ran here."

"Pay attention to discipline," Lin Lang pointed at him, holding up a duck paw. "Student, if you have your hand raised, then answer first."

"It's not entirely because of running."

He cleared his throat. "MIT has an incubator that collaborates with Silicon Valley. Zhiheng and I went there later as exchange students. Brother Xu took the selection exam for a dual degree and arrived half a year earlier than us. Even the best programs often get blocked once the materials are submitted based on his name and nationality. There's no room for negotiation at all."

"Zhiheng and I couldn't come up with anything, and later, Qianzi also agreed. As soon as the New Year rolled around, Brother Xu began testing the waters with institutions interested in investing in large language models. He'd scour LinkedIn and social media, piece together the investors' addresses and information, including any previous collaborations with mainland Chinese companies, whether they were alumni, their interests in hiking, squash, or fishing, and where he could run into them."

"Later, I actually met someone who was very promising."

Su Xia asked, "Did the encounter succeed?"

Lin Lang: "I've only deliberately encountered him about thirty, forty, or fifty times."

"Lao Deng lives in an affluent area of ​​Boston. He has a very distant personality, but he loves marathons. Throughout the year, he's either running or preparing for the next one."

"The MIT gym is big and cheap. Brother Xu actually spent a fortune to get Lao Deng a gym membership. He shows up every day right at Lao Deng's morning workout time and uses the treadmill right next to him."

Even though so much time has passed, Lin Lang still finds it quite magical when he talks about it.

Climbing from the top of a mountain to the summit is something that only happens in hot-blooded comics, not to mention that his starting point is not even on land. The water is vast and boundless, and there is a cliff even when he reaches the shore.

"Brother Xu started out pure running, his pace was particularly noticeable. Once he got talking to Lao Deng, he started talking to us on the phone while running, without any hesitation. It looked like a discussion, but he was actually explaining the project to the people next to him. He had a strict schedule, one segment after another every day. His acting was so natural, the only thing missing was a PPT on the treadmill screen."

Su Xia had never heard these words before, and she was a little confused.

But when she came to her senses, she regained her confidence, with a smile in her eyes, "I understand, and then the angel came."

“And then the angel came.”

Lin Lang repeated, "One day, Lao Deng suddenly said, 'What you're doing sounds interesting. Tell me about your project.'"

He Miao's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he raised his hand weakly, "Just, can I schedule an interview for a special edition?"

"Do I even need to ask?" Lin Lang said seriously, avenging the pineapple beer incident. "Of course not."

He Miao: “…”

Lin Lang waved his hand, "But for the sake of our boss lady, I'll ask the PR for you later."