"Sit down!" one of the students said, pointing to the seat next to him.
At that moment, I happened to be sitting opposite that baby-faced boy.
After seeing Xing Baohua sit down, he looked up at her, then lowered his head to eat a few bites of food, and then suddenly looked up at Xing Baohua.
"Has anyone ever told you that you look like a person?" the boy said to Xing Baohua.
Do I look like a celebrity?
"An entrepreneur, in my eyes, is also a kind of celebrity!"
“Perhaps I am that entrepreneur! The food is still as bad as ever. If you don’t mind, let’s eat somewhere else and chat some more,” Xing Baohua said with a smile.
The boy looked at Xing Baohua with surprise, then at his classmates. At this moment, everyone was looking at each other, as if they were talking in riddles.
Perhaps it will leave you completely confused again.
The students around might be thinking to themselves, "Who is this person?"
Perhaps she's thinking, "Do I know Lei Jun?"
Don't let Lei Jun's status as a student fool you; he's usually very low-key, and few people know that he has already achieved financial freedom and become a millionaire.
This is a millionaire who made his fortune by typing on a keyboard in the late 1980s and early 1990s.
That's right, Xing Baohua was looking for him.
Qiu Jun has already been recruited by himself, so why would he still go to that gold mine?
Then we'll poach him and have him take over our job.
The two walked out of the campus and randomly entered a restaurant. After ordering, Lei Jun asked, "Did you come here specifically to find me?"
"Yes."
"Is it a programming problem, or do you want me to develop the software?"
"Neither."
"Then, what do you want with me?"
"I'd like to invite you to work at DaMi."
"But I'm still in school."
"I'm a junior now, so I can apply for an internship. I just need to come back and finish my thesis and defend it."
"Why did you contact me? Did someone recommend me?"
"No, I've heard of you in the industry. You've made a lot of money writing software for friends and clients you've been introduced to. You're a rare talent, so you're a good fit for DaMi."
Xing Baohua spoke with a smile throughout.
"I'm a little unaccustomed to your sudden invitation."
Have you ever read martial arts novels?
Lei Jun nodded and said, "I've seen it!"
He couldn't understand why Xing Baohua asked that question.
"You're like a martial arts prodigy from a wuxia novel, so I came to check you out. Sure enough, I see you have extraordinary talent and are the makings of a great programmer. Come with me to DaMi and stay by my side for a year. I'll hand DaMi over to you and lead it to continue innovating. The future of technology will be yours."
Lei Jun stared wide-eyed at Xing Baohua in utter disbelief. If he didn't know who Xing Baohua was, he would have thought the guy in front of him had taken the wrong medicine.
How can you fool people like that? How much is rice worth? Give it to an ordinary college student.
Are you kidding me!
Seeing Lei Jun's somewhat stunned expression, Xing Baohua said with a serious face, "I'm serious. You understand technology, and as for management, you can learn it slowly. I will teach you a lot within this year."
Lei Jun was still a bit naive; Xing Baohua's words contained a lot of information.
His brain couldn't handle it; it was like a computer crashing.
"I...this...I don't think this is appropriate!"
“You’re a perfect match! Look, we’re not that far apart in age. I was able to start this rice business partly because of luck and partly because of my talent. If I were to hand the rice business over to an old guy, it would lose its vitality. So, considering all factors, you are the most suitable person.”
At this moment, Lei Jun was completely fooled by Xing Baohua. Suddenly, someone met him for the first time and said that he would hand over the country's largest technology industry to him. How could he not panic?
Leading a company worth hundreds of billions is not a source of joy, but rather a source of fear.
Perhaps it's a matter of responsibility.
Suddenly, Lei Jun asked very seriously, "Do you have some terminal illness and want to entrust your affairs to someone before you die?"
"I don't have a terminal illness, I'm just tired and want to retire early."
After hearing this, Lei Jun cursed inwardly, "How old are you to be thinking about retirement? You must be lying!"
Now that Xing Baohua is silent, he is even more certain in his heart that Xing Baohua is not far from death.
They're eager to find a successor, but not one who's willing to jump ship.
How did such a good thing fall into his lap? Should he accept this immense wealth?
"This is too sudden. I think I need to think about it."
"Okay! I'll give you two days. I'll spend two days sightseeing in Hanjiang City, and then I'll pick you up."
"But I still have my studies."
"That's your problem. I think you can handle it. If you really want to take over the rice business, you can learn from Gates."
Lei Jun nodded, knowing who Gates was—the head of Microsoft, who had also given up university studies to work on his system.
During their meal, they didn't talk about these things anymore. They chatted casually about local customs and traditions.
Lei Jun walked out of the restaurant in a daze, and looking back now, it felt like a dream.
Back at school, he had no classes in the afternoon. When he entered his dormitory, his roommate Zhang Chao asked him: Who was the person who called him out at noon?
“Boss Xing Baohua,” Lei Jun said.
I slept with several people in the dorm.
They surrounded Lei Jun, asking Xing Baohua what he wanted. Most of the roommates knew that Lei Jun usually wrote some programs to earn some money.
But to everyone's surprise, the CEO of DaMi personally came to Lei Jun to write the program.
Lei Jun shook his head slightly, saying that he wasn't looking for someone to write a program.
"Then why would he want to see you? Why not come all the way here to invite you to dinner and get to know this genius of yours?"
Lei Jun nodded and said, "It really is true. Do you believe that I have unique bone structure and am a genius among programmers, and that they would hand over the rice to me?"
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