Now that we have a local area network, why not let Qin Guanghui develop some online games?
I can’t develop something too complex, so I’ll develop a mahjong or chess game…
If these guys are developed to play mahjong and poker online every day, then there will be no need to do anything else.
But that is also a development, just treat it as a must-have for installation.
Wan Feng described the development prospects of this chat software to Xu Meilin. This software should be able to send emojis, transfer files, and in the future also be able to make videos, play movies, and take photos.
After all, the software developed by Xu Meilin now can only be used for chatting.
Xu Meilin was dumbfounded. She didn't know that this little thing that Wan Feng asked her to tinker with had such a wonderful future.
From that day on, every Huaguang computer and Ideal computer sold would have a cute little panda icon on the desktop.
However, every user who bought the computer didn't know what the red panda was for. It was not until a few years later when the Internet was launched that the purpose of the red panda became known.
When he got off work, Wan Feng was worried about whether Zhang Xuan would go tonight. In order to avoid suspicion, she had not come to Wan Feng's house for more than a week.
When he returned home, Wan Feng saw that only his mother was in the kitchen, lighting the fire in front of the stove.
"Mom! Where's Luan Feng?"
"You're teaching your son to read upstairs!"
"Learn to read? Play the piano randomly."
A certain woman didn't know what was wrong with her head again, and she was actually teaching her son to read at home in a serious manner.
The little guy had a sad face and looked like he was in great pain. When he saw Wan Feng coming back, he wanted to cheer but he still looked at his mother with great concern.
Didn't dare take the opportunity to escape.
"You haven't even graduated from high school yet and you're still teaching your son?" Wan Feng bluntly discouraged Luan Feng's enthusiasm.
"Just because I am not good at studying, my son must not be bad at studying." Luan Feng said confidently.
"Why didn't you study well?"
“Didn’t I finish reading it?”
"Why didn't you finish? Did your family have trouble making ends meet? Or did your parents force you to join the production team to earn work points? Neither of those things, then why didn't you finish?"
"What do you want to eat tonight?" Luan Feng began to talk about other things.
Wan Chongyang secretly got out of bed and prepared to escape.
Everything will be fine as long as we escape to the first floor and get to grandpa's place.
But going down the stairs was a problem, he didn't dare to go down the stairs.
"Come on! Son, don't listen to your mother's nonsense. It's not time for us to go to school yet. Wait for another three or four years."
A child who will only be two years old in September has incomplete memory. The book you asked him to read is like a little monster, not a child prodigy.
It would be better to teach him how to play with building blocks than to teach him how to read.
It was already May and the weather was getting warmer. Wan Chongyang's clothes were becoming thinner. He was so happy being held by Wan Feng that his little hands naturally went to his ears.
"Pull my ears and spank me again!" Wan Feng pretended to scare him.
Wan Chongyang chuckled and repeated Wan Feng's words: "Spank!"
"Who's spanking?"
Wan Chongyang fell silent, looking at Wan Feng and then at his mother who was following behind him.
It is obvious that these two people cannot be beaten for the time being. If you spank your mother, there is a high probability that you will get spanked too.
"Spank Grandpa."
This rebellious thing, it would be fine if you didn't spank himself, but he actually set his sights on grandpa. He must be spanked.
Wan Feng reached out and patted his son on the butt, but it made the child laugh.
When I got downstairs, my mother had already prepared dinner.
"No wonder you went upstairs to teach your son how to read. It turns out you were too lazy to cook and asked Mom to do it."
"Don't talk nonsense, Feng'er went up only after she was done."
This left Wan Feng speechless.
Dinner was very ordinary, with steamed buns and rice as the staple food, and two dishes: stir-fried meat with green peppers and stewed fish.
Wan Chongyang was fed by his grandmother, and he ate the rice with fish meat with relish.
After dinner, Wan Feng took the child out and walked downstairs to Wang Chunjiang’s air pump factory.
The workers have already left work, and the air pump factory is unusually quiet because the machines have stopped.
At the intersection outside the gas pump factory gate and the cement road, Wang Chunjiang and his brother-in-law were squatting and chatting.
Seeing Wan Feng coming with the child, Wang Chunjiang stood up and stretched out his hands: "Come, uncle, hold me."
Wan Chongyang turned his head quickly, hugged Wan Feng's neck tightly and gave Wang Chunjiang a slap on the back.
"This little guy has a pretty stubborn temper."
Wan Feng sat down on a rock by the roadside and placed Wan Chongyang between his legs.
"How many people are coming over from the auto parts factory?"
The Hongya City Auto Parts Factory went bankrupt and all the employees were laid off.
Many of the businesses in this area of Hongya have almost closed down, and it is estimated that nearly 10,000 workers have been laid off.
Perhaps the only enterprises that have not been closed are the diesel engine and steel mills. Even the fertilizer plant that was built almost at the same time as the steel mill is half-dead.
Wan Feng still doesn't understand why these companies have closed down in the past two years. Some of them are not unable to survive.
Fortunately, Hongya also has the Heijiao Development Zone and the Jiangwei Industrial Zone. These laid-off workers have some skills, and many of them have been taken in by these enterprises.
This is a blessing in disguise.
At least these laid-off people still have a bowl of rice to eat.
Wang Chunjiang immediately took all the laid-off workers from the auto parts factory to his small factory, and it has been more than a month since then.
"There are more than 110 of them in total. Except for the naughty ones who didn't work hard before, I took all the others here. Even if they are laid off and have no jobs, they can still go out and ride tricycles on the street."
Riding a tricycle was once a common sight in Hongya. Since Hongya is a small city with no buses or taxis, these human-powered tricycles became the main means of urban circulation.
In the past two years, about half of the workers who were laid off in the past life started doing this kind of business.
It costs one dollar to take one person no matter where the destination is, and you can earn fifteen or sixteen dollars a day.
"Did you also take over the original factory equipment?"
Wang Chunjiang shook his head. "No, I just couldn't bear those broken beds anymore. They were too old and outdated. I took over all the air pumps from the auto parts factory. The people who came from the auto parts factory are now working on those pumps. They were very happy when they got their first month's salary. They generally got an extra 200 to 300 yuan."
The monthly salary of ordinary workers of Jiangwei's generation is now between 450 and 500 yuan.
The original salary at the parts factory was only two or three hundred yuan, which was naturally not as high as the salary here in Jiangwei.
Judging from Wang Chunjiang's expression, he also seemed very happy.
After all, it is a happy thing to be able to help others.
In addition to some people who live in Beishan and stay here, even people who live in Hongya City commute by bicycle in the summer.
These workers who came from the auto parts factory are familiar with the products. As long as they adapt to the equipment in Wang Chunjiang's factory, the production of the original products will be seamless, and they don't even need a learning period.
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