Just looking at those doctoral dissertations, even professors from Harvard, Cambridge, Stanford and other universities would definitely not be able to understand them. It was only 1973 and some professional English words had not yet been created.

In Han Chudong's eyes, it is not an exaggeration to call this era the "ancient age of computers."

According to the historical context of the previous life, Microsoft had not yet been created and it would take about two years for it to appear. Apple would be even later. Google, Facebook, Amazon and the like were still in the womb and it would take another 20 to 30 years for them to appear.

Intel, another industry giant, did show up.

In 1971, Intel released the world's first commercial microprocessor, the 4004 processor, which was 3mm×4mm in size, had 16 pins on the outside, 2,250 transistors on the inside, and was manufactured using a 10-micron process. It had a maximum frequency of 740kHz, could perform four-bit operations, and supported an 8-bit instruction set and a 12-bit address set.

It would be a miracle if anyone could understand the paper Han Chudong was talking about. The technology of this era was completely not on the same level as the technology he mastered.

In other words, it is seriously out of touch with the times. Although some technologies can help the current industrial development, from the current perspective, the help is not that great, because even if there are ideas, they cannot be produced.

Understanding is one thing, but developing and manufacturing processes is another. Every process has precise steps, and who can remember them all in their head?

The bigwigs in the computer industry of this era don’t understand it, so how could the white girl in front of Han Chudong understand it? Just the word "thesis" makes her feel very impressive. After all, according to Han Chudong's remarks, she hasn't even entered university to study.

Men like to care about girls' appearance and personality, but on the other hand, they are also picky and pay attention to men's appearance, ability, personality, etc.

In this era of narrow-minded racial sentiment, pursuing an American white girl often means that Chinese people need to work five or even ten times harder than white men, or be much better than white people in terms of material things. Even so, the probability of success is still not high.

It refers to the probability of falling in love and getting married. If it is purely for sexual pleasure... On the streets of Los Angeles, the city of decadence, there are decadent women everywhere who are worth tens or hundreds of dollars, and you can always meet some who are not picky.

She had just moved to Los Angeles from Sweden, which meant that she probably didn't have as many narrow-minded ideas about Chinese people as the native Americans did.

In Han Chudong's opinion, the price of mobile phone will probably be higher.

He just wanted to get to know her first. Han Chudong thought that the other party was pretty and pleasing to the eye. It was too early to talk about "true love" or "only one". After pretending to be cool and crushing her arrogance and self-esteem, he now enjoyed the girl's surprised look.

But soon I couldn't laugh anymore.

Just across the street, a middle-aged man with a baton under his arm was staring at him with a smile. Who else could it be but Han's father? Seeing his son getting close to this blond sweetheart, the father immediately looked at him with admiration. When their eyes met, he even gave Han Chudong a thumbs-up.

Han Chudong suddenly felt overwhelmed. He turned around and waved, telling him not to come and disturb him.

We are all men, we understand immediately.

A middle-aged man nicknamed "Han Yiqiang" walked forward a few steps and stood at the entrance of the alley. He squatted down with a cigarette in his mouth and watched the fun.

I've also been thinking about whether I should give a girl more pocket money recently. It would be embarrassing not being able to pay when asking her out. I've even imagined the scene of holding my grandchildren.

Old Han couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, feeling very happy.

After having a perfect dream, he soon started to worry again, mainly because the girl was too pretty and he was worried that his son would not be able to win her over. He thought he should pass on some experience...

Staying any longer would only backfire.

Han Chudong knew that she lived nearby and thought that he would run into her again someday. After negotiating the price with the old man in the watch repair shop, he left coolly.

Not long after I walked out of the store, I suddenly felt a chill on the back of my head.

Knowing something was wrong, he glanced back and saw that his father was still there. He rolled his eyes and said, "Stop it, I just met you and I didn't even ask your name, don't look at me like that. You're taking taxpayers' money and not going to work. Why are you staring at me for nothing?"

"I just have nothing to do, so I'm free. Do you like it? Can I help you?"

As for Mr. Han's clothes, they can indeed be of great help.

No matter how exaggerated his tattoos were, the thugs passing by on the street would greet him with a smile. Having worked near Chinatown for more than ten years, he was the kind of person that no one wanted to offend for no reason.

"Don't make trouble for me. I can handle my own affairs. If you interfere, nothing good will happen."

The father was in a good mood and didn't say anything more. He just said, "Let's go to the dry goods store for lunch. Your grandfather will make fish maw to nourish your brain. Go to Old Sun's and work hard."

Han Chudong didn't stop walking, just waved his hand to indicate that he understood...

When he saw a pretty girl, he took her away without even saying hello, which was a serious offense to Sun Lao San.

Back to the store.

Sun Laosan's nose was not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes. He was simply envious of Han Chudong, and said in a bad tone: "You ran so fast just now. You were gone in the blink of an eye. You came back covered in dirt? So you should calm down and learn the skills first. If you have a way to make money, you are still worried about not being able to find a wife?"

It tasted sour, as if he had drunk a bottle of old vinegar, and he said it without thinking.

Without saying a word, Han Chudong just looked at him with raised eyebrows. His mouth didn't move, but his eyes told him everything.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

The air gradually solidified. Sun Laosan was silent for a few seconds, and finally bowed his head in defeat, saying stubbornly: "I simply didn't look for her. It has nothing to do with whether I can find her or not. I remember that there was a girl who pestered me back then. She was so beautiful, but unfortunately we agreed to meet here, but she never came."

“…I understand. If you want to save face as a master, you should just pretend that there is such a person.

I think that Aunt Liu next door is really nice to you, and it's good to get along with her. You've seen everyone in Chinatown, from aunties to little girls. It's useless if you just like them. At your age, other people's children are already in junior high school."

Aunt Liu, who runs a steamed bun shop, is four shops away from the appliance repair shop. When she has nothing to do, she always likes to come over and chat. She is actually a pretty nice person, except that she has a bit of buck teeth.

This added fuel to the fire. Sun Laosan went to repair the typewriter out of spite, with his head down and smoking silently.

Whether he can make money is another matter. Han Chudong feels that he is losing out by continuing to smoke like this. He has become a "human second-hand smoke filter" and simply stands at the door in a daze.

Sun Laosan asked him for help, but was rejected twice. He was wondering why he was being lazy so early in the morning when he suddenly saw the girl standing in the distance, waving at Han Chudong with a faint smile on her face.

He seemed to be choked for a moment, sighed silently, and picked up a cigarette again.

What made the old bachelor even more sad was what happened next. Han Chudong suddenly said:

“I looked towards me on purpose, it seemed like there was something going on.

I guess it's not possible for me to continue studying here. With only five dollars a day, I will never become a millionaire in my lifetime. I have to find a side job. I can't find a reason to send her home without a luxury car."

The cigarette glowed bright red and burned nearly one-fifth before stopping.

How could Han Chudong understand the faint sadness in the old man's heart?

Sun Laosan has no wife.

No luxury cars either.

As for millions of dollars, there is even less.

Three knives stabbed into my heart...