At six o'clock in the evening, the family reunited in the food court and began to discuss what to eat.
"I just saw a hot pot restaurant owned by someone from Chongqing. How about trying Chongqing hot pot tonight?"
Zhang Xuan quickly shook her head: "No, it's too spicy!"
Luan Feng immediately jumped out: "People who can't eat spicy food have come to this world in vain. Let's eat hot pot tonight."
Luan Feng can eat spicy food very well. She can chew chili peppers like fruits.
Zhang Xuan and Luan Feng have been together for so many years, but what she can't stand the most is watching Luan Feng eat chili peppers.
Luan Feng felt shivering all over when she ate chili peppers, and the more Zhang Xuan felt shivering all over, the more Luan Feng ate.
"We can ask the boss to make it less spicy. Of course, it can't be too spicy. We have children here."
After Wan Feng said this, Zhang Xuan nodded in agreement.
A family of seven walked into the hot pot restaurant.
The hot pot restaurant has a business area of about 60 square meters and can only accommodate seven tables. Fortunately, Wan Feng and his friends arrived early and there was an empty table. If they had arrived a little later, they would have had to eat something else.
The hot pot used in hot pot restaurants is like a Bagua diagram, with a curved partition in the middle that divides the hot pot into two areas. One area can be used for spicy food, and those who can't eat spicy food can eat in the other half.
This design is at least suitable for Wan Feng's family.
After all the various things came up, Luan Feng and Zhu Min were responsible for the spicy half.
Zhang Xuan and Wan Chongyang focused on the half without chili peppers, while Wan Feng and his father were fence-sitters. They could eat a little spicy food, but definitely not anything too spicy.
Wan Feng and Wan Shuichang each drank two bottles of beer.
After this hotpot meal, I felt like six out of seven senses were open, it was so sour and refreshing.
More and more people came to the food court, mostly young people, couples and friends.
Opposite Wan Feng, there were several young men with red faces from drinking who were rushing to pay the bill, and their faces and necks were red from trying to pay the bill.
This group of people treat money as if it is not money. These moonlighters don't care whether they can make a living in the future when they come to Hu Jin. They just want to have fun and eat first, then talk about it.
In fact, Wan Feng really envied people of this age. If he were ten years younger...
Come on! You've already lived a new life, and you're still thinking about being ten years younger. All the good things will happen to you.
After eating hot pot, Wan Shuichang and Zhu Min prepared to go home. They were too old to work hard like young people.
When they returned, they took away Wan Chongyang.
Wan Feng drove them home and then drove back.
Zhang Xuan wanted to go back to review the manuscript, but Wan Yu fell asleep again, so she went back too.
This leaves only Wan Feng and Luan Feng.
"Go have fun on your own, don't be with me. You're not my wife now, and it won't look good for us to be together at night."
"Tsk! Hypocrisy! Everyone knows what's going on with Jiang Wei."
"They know it's their business, so we still have to avoid it. Come home and find me at the car at nine o'clock in the evening."
"Ten o'clock!"
"Ten o'clock, your sister, nine o'clock."
"Half past nine!"
Wan Feng is tired. Playing for half an hour longer can help him gain some weight!
In the blink of an eye, Luan Feng disappeared. This woman was as quick as a gust of wind in everything she did, but why wasn't she quick as a gust of wind when she was doing things?
Wouldn't that save me a lot of energy?
Unscientific!
It was already past seven o'clock, and lights were lit in the courtyard of the Cultural Palace.
People were still playing basketball and football on the courts, and elderly women were singing and dancing in front of the senior activity center.
Wan Feng turned around and went up to the second floor via a staircase in the food street.
The entire second floor is a cultural activity area, with theaters, libraries, reading rooms, and various interest groups.
The movie showing tonight is Stephen Chow's The King of Comedy, and there are quite a lot of people watching the movie.
Wan Feng strolled around the second floor for a while, but felt it was boring, so he decided to go to the computer game room.
The third floor is the indoor sports area, with table tennis, aerobics and various fitness facilities.
The fourth floor is the electronic game and computer entertainment area.
There are about three hundred computers in the Cultural Palace, and almost every one of them is busy at this moment.
As soon as Wan Feng walked into the computer room, he heard loud shouting inside. He accidentally glanced at the monitor and was startled.
Isn't this CS Counter-Strike?
This game is out!
Wan Feng frowned and began to recall. Half-Life came out in 1998, but it didn't receive much response in China.
The emergence of CS has set off a gaming craze in China, but it seems that it will not start now, but probably next year.
Wan Feng was not very clear about how big a trend this game had led in his previous life. He only knew that it seemed that overnight, dozens of illegal Internet cafes appeared in Hongya County.
Even in the small town of Wulu, there are three Internet cafes.
Internet cafes are full of people playing this stuff.
This means that another sales boom for computers is coming.
When it comes to computers, Wan Feng naturally thinks of the computer's configuration, and also thinks of chips and memory.
Intel, which originally planned to release the Pentium III processor in February 1999, has also been silent. I wonder what big move it is planning.
In terms of memory, Sansheng in his previous life had made many achievements in flash memory.
For example, this month, it took the lead in mass production of 256-MB SDRAM chips, and also in June, it successfully developed 1Gb DDR SDRAM for the first time.
But now it seems that there is no movement from Sansheng. Could it be that it was acquired by someone and the funeral has not been properly handled yet?
Although he earned more than ten billion yuan from it, this was not a blow to it, but rather a blood transfusion for it.
Why is it silent?
It's silent, so should Huaguang Storage make some noise?
Wan Feng knew that Huaguang Storage led by Wang Wencheng and Deguomeng Xianda supervised by Fu Guotao had come up with some things through technology sharing, but Wan Feng did not let them announce the results.
He felt that Huaguang should keep a low profile from now on and not bring out everything.
The main thing is to make a fortune quietly.
Although this industry emphasizes the winner takes all, Huaguang cannot take all even if it wins in the two fields of chips and storage.
Westerners will not allow Chinese people to control high-tech technologies such as chip storage.
By then, they might do something shameful.
Didn’t you see that I was a little nervous when I arrived in Xianggang? It is not impossible that I will be kidnapped in a foreign country and then be taken over by others like Alstom in France did.
No matter what, it’s still a question of national strength.
Therefore, Wan Feng has no intention of coveting foreign markets at present. He will be busy enough in the domestic market in the next few years.
Since the company is focusing on the domestic market, Wan Feng believes that there is no need to make a big fuss and keeping a low profile is a wise choice.
After 2008, when the country's strength began to be revealed internationally, it would not be too late to be high-profile then.
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