Chapter 115 I'm spending my own money, who cares what he says?
Lu Xiangyang: "What computer? What is a computer?"
He knew about printers, but had never heard of computers.
Jiang Jianni then remembered that back then, computers weren't called computers, they were called computers: "They are computers."
Lu Xiangyang couldn't understand Jiang Jianni's thought process at all: "No, we were talking about your handwriting, why did you suddenly decide to buy a computer?"
Jiang Jianni: "To improve work efficiency."
Writing is really slow.
She writes whenever she has a spare moment. Even at school, she will write whenever she has a spare time, but she can only write a maximum of two thousand words in an hour.
This is even after she writes so fast that she can't recognize her own handwriting unless she looks closely.
After writing it, you have to copy it.
The handwriting should be clear and legible so that it is easy for editors to read.
It takes even longer to write.
Jiang Jianni was initially annoyed by handwriting, but after gradually getting used to it, she completely forgot that she now had a personal computer.
With a computer, even if you can write 3,000 words in an hour, you can save time copying and increase your speed significantly.
Jiang Jiani was extremely annoyed.
She has truly been gradually assimilated by this world.
After gradually getting used to not having a mobile phone, I also forgot about the computer, which was a useful tool for work.
After listening to her list of all the benefits of computers, Lu Xiangyang asked, "Did you study computers in school?"
Jiang Jianni smiled shyly: "The school has a computer lab, and I've gone to try it out with a ticket."
Lu Xiangyang murmured, "No wonder."
"How much does that computer cost? Where can I buy it?"
Jiang Jianni looked bewildered: "I...I don't know either."
Computer stores are everywhere now, not in the future.
Computers are still a luxury.
Apart from some government agencies that buy them, very few individuals would buy such a thing.
The key issue is that I don't know what use it would be if I bought it.
Some people buy these things and then they just let them gather dust, never using them at all.
Lu Xiangyang asked again, "Do you really not have to spend so much time hunched over the desk when you type on the computer anymore?"
Jiang Jianni nodded: "Yes."
"When I was in school, I could type forty words per minute."
"If we had a computer, we could write 3,000 words per hour, and complete the task in three or four hours a day at most. It would save us so much time."
She wasn't lying about that.
Not to mention that computers were already common when she was in school, she herself had her own laptop.
There are countless convenient typing methods, and her typing speed can reach as fast as 80 words per minute.
It's still in pinyin.
Later, I learned double-pinyin and other techniques, which made it even faster; I could type 120 characters per minute.
However, hand speed does not equate to brain speed.
When I was actually writing a novel, I was lucky if I could make three or four thousand words an hour.
The fastest I've ever had is five or six thousand, at most.
Moreover, the original owner of this body really did go to the computer room and actually learned how to type.
When the original owner graduated, the job assignments were no longer as good as before.
The original owner was afraid she wouldn't be assigned a good job, and would definitely quit, so she would have to find a job herself.
Having only a college degree isn't enough to find a job on your own.
She then went to learn typing.
The original owner thought that having this skill would at least let people know when they went to look for a job that their university degree wasn't for nothing, and that they could use computers.
In reality, the original owner's typing speed was extremely slow.
Not only can I only type about twenty words per minute, but it's also done with one finger.
The entire process was done using two unnamed typing sticks.
Unlike Jiang Jiani.
Although we didn't have a computer at home when I was a child, there was an internet cafe nearby.
Hi!
Who hasn't secretly gone to an internet cafe during their school days?
In elementary school, I would sneak off to internet cafes.
When I entered junior high school, the school had computers, although there was only one class a week, but there were typing speed requirements.
We bought her a computer so she could practice typing.
I won't go into the details of secretly going online while practicing typing, then exceeding the phone bill and getting a beating from my parents—those who know, know.
In short, she had studied typing in both her lives.
Even if Lu Xiangyang went to the university to ask the professors, she could still hold her head high and speak with confidence.
Lu Xiangyang was a little surprised: "You've learned quite well, you can even use a computer now."
Lu Xiangyang had never used a computer before.
In his mind, being able to type is the same as being able to use a computer.
Jiang Jianni felt a little guilty, but then she thought that since she knew a little more than Lu Xiangyang, it wasn't wrong for her to say that she knew how to use a computer.
Lu Xiangyang said, "I'll try to get you a computer later."
Jiang Jianni was surprised: "You don't object? Computers are very expensive."
She emphasized, "It's more expensive than our house."
How expensive are computers these days?
Jiang Jiani's house cost over 30,000 yuan, and her computer cost over 40,000 yuan.
True luxury.
She discovered that the original owner had asked about the price when she was in college, while she was still going through the original owner's memories.
When Jiang Jiani learned the price, she immediately knelt down.
From then on, I acted as if the computer never existed.
Anyway, there's no internet right now.
Even with computers, they wouldn't be of much use.
So much so that I completely forgot about him.
Lu Xiangyang said seriously, "So what if it's more expensive than a house? You're using it for work, not for playing."
"No matter what it is, as long as it is used in the right place, it is not a waste."
He then added, "I remember Zhao Nanguo bought one a couple of years ago, but he didn't know how to use it, so it's just been sitting at home collecting dust."
"I'll ask him if he wants it later. If he doesn't, we can buy it from him at a discount and save some money."
“He bought it two years ago. If he dares to ask for the original price, I’ll beat him until he gets a discount.”
Jiang Jianni: "..."
Zhao Nanguo treats you like a brother, but you treat him like a bargaining chip?
However, she finally found out where Zhao Nanguo's money went.
No wonder he doesn't have any money to start a business.
Lu Xiangyang took her to a blind masseur first, who massaged her back, shoulders, and neck, and then they went for a walk in the park.
After walking around the park, we went to see a movie, and then went to eat.
Jiang Jianni asked with great interest, "What are we eating? Why are you being so mysterious?"
Lu Xiangyang: "It's a newly opened store. I've never been here before. I heard about it from others. They say the food is very good."
Jiang Jianni happily linked arms with him, rubbed her cheek against his, and asked with a grin, "Hey, why don't you tell me to be more frugal?"
"When I see other people getting married, the men always tell the women to be frugal with their money."
"You're making me buy a computer, taking me out to play, and even taking me out to eat. Aren't you afraid I'll spend all my money?"
Lu Xiangyang: "Isn't the money I earn for you to spend? As long as you don't waste it, you can spend it however you want."
"Besides, aren't you the one who earns the most money in our family?"
"You spend your own money, so why should you care what others say?"
Jiang Jianni wrinkled her nose and said coquettishly, "Hmph, it's good that you know."
The newly opened restaurant served boiled fish, and Jiang Jiani, who loves fish, ordered it without hesitation.
As soon as the fish was served, Jiang Jianni's expression changed drastically. She stood up, covered her mouth, and ran out.
Lu Xiangyang quickly followed.
The waiter who brought the dishes was dumbfounded: "This, this..."
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