"She looks fair-skinned and delicate; she doesn't seem like someone who fishes often."
"That's right, he's only fished a few times. Don't worry, he's absolutely amazing. We fished for most of the day yesterday and caught 20 fish, including grouper." Zhao Zhiming exaggeratedly described everything, basically making Ye Cheng sound like a god. Even Ye Cheng himself couldn't stand listening to it anymore.
Chairman Jiang was clearly losing patience; was he here to tell me a myth?
He waved his hand, "If you want to join, then join. We have qualifying rounds for the competition, so just sign up."
Clearly, he didn't quite believe what Zhao Zhiming was saying.
Zhao Zhiming protested, "No, these kinds of experts don't need to go through the qualifying rounds; this is the level to go straight to the finals."
"It's alright, Brother Zhao, the qualifying rounds are fine, they're all the same," Ye Cheng interjected.
They're just giving us face; we can't go too far.
"Okay, anyway, with your skill level you're sure to make it to the finals. The first place winner gets 50,000 yuan."
"So you're aiming for 50,000?" Chairman Jiang said casually.
"Mm." Ye Cheng nodded slightly.
President Jiang smiled faintly, "That's not easy. Our association has many veteran anglers, fishing masters, whose faces are blackened from fishing."
"A dark complexion doesn't mean you can catch a fish, and my fair complexion is just because I'm naturally beautiful, there's nothing I can do about it," Ye Cheng joked.
"Good, good, well said, hahaha, naturally beautiful." Zhao Zhiming laughed heartily; this guy definitely had an extremely low threshold for laughter.
"President, let me tell you, Ye Cheng is very interesting when he speaks. You should listen to him more. For example, he says things like 'you old dummy, old pervert,' which are the most apt descriptions of you, President."
When Chairman Jiang heard the words "old lecher," his face darkened, and he nearly dropped the teapot. He was so angry that he yelled at Zhao Zhiming, his face turning red and his neck bulging. All his former refinement vanished instantly.
"Old Zhao, if you break my Yixing teapot, I'll never forgive you!"
"Okay, okay, I'm not going to argue with you anymore. I'll take Ye Cheng to the qualifying rounds tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? So soon?" Ye Cheng exclaimed in a low voice.
"Ah, the preliminary rounds are tomorrow, and the finals are the day after. There aren't many people in total. How many people do you think we have, right, President?" Zhao Zhiming couldn't resist teasing President Jiang before leaving.
"roll!"
All he got in return was a disdainful look from Chairman Jiang.
After leaving Chairman Jiang's side, Zhao Zhiming gave a brief introduction, saying that Jiang Weiyang was in the tea business, so he spent most of his time brewing tea.
The association's point about this fishing competition is that participation is key, so everyone can participate in the qualifying rounds by paying a 50 yuan organization fee, and lunch will be provided.
The location is in Siliang Mountain, Donghai City. It's a large, unmanaged beach that's a gathering place for wild fishing enthusiasts.
This qualifying round is rock fishing, but for the finals, we might choose to take a few boats out to sea for fishing.
After speaking with Chairman Jiang, the competition registration was complete. Ye Cheng just needs to arrive at Siliang Mountain before 8 a.m. tomorrow.
After saying goodbye to Zhao Zhiming, Ye Cheng took Xiao Hu in a taxi to the telecommunications building and got a landline.
Because Baiyun Village is not in the city, the installation fee is 1,000 yuan, and the dial-up internet fee is 1.5-2 yuan per hour.
Xiao Hu clicked his tongue in amazement at the price. "Bro, is it absolutely necessary to use this internet?"
"What do you know? This is the trend. The internet will dominate the future."
"This trend is a bit pricey." Xiao Hu felt a little distressed. He sold 4400 this morning, Ye Cheng gave him 1400, and he kept 3000 for himself.
I spent 1,000 out of 3,000 in one go. It feels like spending money is much harder than making money.
After coming out, Ye Cheng bought two bottles of drinks at a roadside shop. Looking at Xiao Hu, who looked distressed, he said, "You're already feeling sorry for him?"
"Yeah, bro, over 1000 yuan gone in one go, how can you not feel bad?"
"Hmm, that makes sense. In that case, I'll charge you 3 yuan an hour when you come to my place to use the internet, and I can still break even."
"..."
After getting a dial-up number from the telecom company, you still need another essential thing for internet access—a computer.
In 2002, the computer market was dominated by custom-built PCs!
It's the age of DIY!
Assembling a computer that is both inexpensive and meets one's own requirements is the ultimate pursuit of IT enthusiasts in this era.
Ye Cheng remembers that he used to be an IT whiz. His relatives would ask him for computer specifications, and then take the specifications to the computer store to buy them.
Computer malls, as the epitome of convenience stores, remained popular for 10 years until e-commerce and capital entered the market, which finally pushed the assembly-based computer market out of the market.
There was a huge computer mall in Donghai City, three stories high. It was Xiaohu's first time in such a place. There were so many kinds of products that he couldn't understand what they were.
"Brother, do you know how to match them? People say there's a lot more to it than meets the eye."
"Can anything be deeper than the sea?"
Ye Cheng randomly picked a store that looked a bit big and went inside. A man in his thirties came over, looked the two of them up and down, and couldn't help but smile. These two were obviously not from the city and were easy to fool.
"Hey young men, buying a computer?"
"Yes, I'd like to build a computer. I'd like to get a quote from you."
"Then you've come to the right place. We have all kinds of brands, including the latest Intel Pentium 4, perfect for playing CS." The man enthusiastically introduced the products, and then took out a form to write up the configuration for Ye Cheng.
"I'll write it down, you just need to quote a price." Ye Cheng snatched the form, leaving the man looking completely bewildered.
This is such a familiar list: CPU, hard drive, memory. Damn, I wrote so many of these back in the day.
"Brother, can you do this?" Xiao Hu looked at Ye Cheng with a skeptical gaze, having never seen Ye Cheng do this before.
"What is there that I can't do? I've written hundreds of them."
The elder brother's expression hardened. He looked Ye Cheng over carefully and confirmed that he wasn't a competitor; he was just a show-off.
Ye Cheng took the form and wrote it down, "Then, how much is this?"
The older brother glanced at the form, pointed to the graphics card section, and asked,
"Young man, what kind of graphics card is that 6200?"
Looking at his older brother's sincere gaze, Ye Cheng realized that it seemed like it hadn't come out yet.
"What about the 440 graphics card?" Ye Cheng asked tentatively.
"I have that." The question was so professional that the older brother was a little hesitant to answer carelessly.
"That's fine, let's go with this: Celeron 1.7, Gigabyte 845d, Samsung 512MB RAM, Western Digital 80GB hard drive, Gainward 440 graphics card, Huntkey 300W power supply, Samsung 17-inch monitor, and the keyboard and mouse you provided."
Ye Cheng revised the order and pushed it to his older brother. His older brother looked at it and thought, "Damn, all the brands are already listed. How am I supposed to change it? How am I supposed to use generic brands?"
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