The Gift (Revisited!)
The three thugs were beaten by the man in a short while, and one of them even shouted in fear: "Chinese Kung Fu! Bruce Lee!"
Then he fled in panic with the other two thugs. The man then walked up to Shen Ziyao and asked in English: "Miss, are you okay?"
Shen Ziyao nodded and thanked him in English: "Thank you for saving me!"
Finally, he asked in Chinese: "Comrade, are you Chinese?"
Liang Lin nodded when he heard the familiar mother tongue and the familiar address. The alienation in his eyes also disappeared, and even his tone was a little friendly when he spoke: "You're welcome. It's just a small favor."
Chen Ziyao insisted on thanking him: "Comrade, my name is Chen Ziyao, and I am an international student at Columbia University. May I ask your name, where you live, or where you work? I am a little rushed today, but I will come to your house to express my sincere gratitude later."
Liang Lin refused again: "We are all compatriots. It is natural for us to help each other in a foreign country. No need to thank me."
After saying that, without waiting for Shen Ziyao to continue, he continued: “Comrade, this is not the country, try not to go out alone in the future, I have something else to do, bye!”
Seeing Liang Lin was about to leave, Shen Ziyao said anxiously: “Sir, you haven’t told me your name yet.”
The answer she got was Liang Lin's back as he ran away. Shen Ziyao ran forward and chased him for a short distance, but she still couldn't catch up with someone's long legs. In the end, she could only watch the person walk away.
"Well, since you don't want to tell me your name, I'll just call you Lei Feng for now."
Now that the benefactor has left, Shen Ziyao doesn't plan to stay here any longer and is ready to go back to the apartment. It's not safe outside, and if something happens again, she doesn't know if she will be as lucky as this time.
She walked to the main road as quickly as possible, and looking at the people coming and going there, she let out a long sigh, knowing that she was safe.
"Hello!"
An English greeting suddenly came to mind, and Shen Ziyao looked up. A blond and blue-eyed foreign man, holding something as big as a brick next to his ear, walked past her while talking.
Shen Ziyao stared at the black brick. That must be the mobile phone she had seen in the museum.
She said she always felt like something was missing, and it turned out to be a communication tool. There was no special communication tool in her original world, but the intelligent computer took on this role as well.
The computing power of the intelligent brain is comparable to that of a central computer, and communication is just its most inconspicuous application. Not only that, the intelligent brain can also change its form within a certain range. Because she often does experiments, she usually transforms the intelligent brain into a necklace pendant and hangs it around her neck. It is waterproof and shock-proof and does not require special charging. The intelligent brain will automatically absorb solar energy to charge according to the situation, and there is almost no radiation, so her intelligent brain is almost always with her day and night.
When she suddenly came to this world, she actually forgot that the communication tools here needed to be charged every day, and she had to spare some energy to carry them every day so as not to forget them at home. Alas, she was not used to the local environment for the first time.
Perhaps her gaze was too strong and the foreigner noticed it. He turned around and smiled at her ambiguously and walked towards her. Her scalp numbed and she turned and ran away, crying, this world is too scary, she wants to go home!
He ran all the way back to the apartment, changed into his home shoes, took out the ice water directly from the refrigerator, drank it all in gulps, and after quenching his thirst, he threw himself on the sofa, lying face down as if he had no bones.
After lying there for about a minute, she suddenly jumped up from the sofa, then quickly ran to her room and took out a black mobile phone from the drawer of her desk. The phone was quite large and heavy, weighing at least one kilogram.
This was the reward that Zheng Jiawang gave to the original owner when she was admitted to Columbia University. However, it suddenly broke down last month. She found a repair shop and they said that the main board was broken and it would cost at least $1,000 to fix it. She didn't have enough money on hand so she put it aside, thinking of fixing it when she had enough money.
After looking at the black brick carefully in her hand, she got up and went to the utility room to find tools and took the mobile phone apart. It turned out that the main board was broken. It should be the water that caused a short circuit in the circuit board and burned the cable.
If it was repairing those sophisticated motherboards from later generations, she might not be able to do it now, but this antique motherboard was a piece of cake for her.
She picked up the tools and worked quickly on the motherboard, finishing the job in less than ten minutes. The main reason was that there was no replacement cable at home, and she needed to readjust the motherboard circuit, otherwise it would take even less time.
After reassembling the mobile phone and turning it on, there was no sound. She frowned, then patted her forehead. The mobile phone was out of power and had to be charged before it could be turned on. After finding the matching charging device to charge it, she was deeply sad, because the original owner's memory told her that this phone took a long time to charge, and it could only talk for 30 minutes after charging for ten hours.
Shen Ziyao felt sick when she thought about having to carry this big thing on her back every day and worrying about it running out of power at any time.
“Beep, beep…”
Suddenly there was a sound in her bag, she took it out and saw that it was her pager, which was also a communication tool of this era. Although it was small in size and had a long battery life, it could only receive messages.
On the palm-sized machine, with a black and white screen that was two fingers wide and one finger long, was an English message from Zheng Yan.
She has a cocktail party tonight, so ask her to have her dress ironed.
She threw the pager on the table, and with a "click" sound, her memory switch was turned on. The reason why her mobile phone was soaked in water was because she did not prepare the dress for her in time. Zheng Yan took her mobile phone into the bathroom, saying that her phone was out of battery and she needed to contact a classmate urgently.
Then, the cell phone broke down. She did apologize, but it was just words. She never hesitated to show her apology.
She wanted to ignore it, but she sighed and stood up. It would be better to stay as she was before returning home, because after what she saw and heard on the way back, she had already thought of what gift to give to her motherland.
According to conservative estimates, it will take three days at most to finalize her return home, and by then she won't have to worry about Zheng Yan or even the Zheng family anymore.
The gift she gave to her motherland was nothing but a mobile phone, a communication tool. She prepared it today and would go to the Chinese Consulate in New York early tomorrow morning to discuss her return home.
Coming to Zheng Yan's room, looking at the gentle and comfortable yet exquisitely decorated room, she smiled. This was a bedroom that made people relax and relieve fatigue. It was not like her room, which only paid attention to the magnificent appearance but lacked comfort.
When she returned to China, she had her own house and had the final say on decoration. She was the boss of her own territory and no longer had to live under someone else's roof and have to look at other people's faces.
She opened the wardrobe and took out a white V-neck off-shoulder fishtail skirt. This dress is conservative yet a little sexy, and is most suitable for people like Zheng Yan who want to maintain a gentle image while also wanting to show off their figure.
After ironing it carefully, I hung it up and waited for it to dry naturally before returning to my room.
She plans to write a paper on the development trends of information technology. As for the blueprint of the mobile phone, she does not plan to draw it now. She will wait until she meets with the people from the embassy tomorrow, talks with them, and understands the domestic production level before starting, so as to avoid a situation where the blueprint is drawn but cannot be put into production.
In her previous life, she majored in materials and mechanical design and manufacturing, so she was familiar with the technology of making mobile phones. When she was in elementary and middle school, the handicraft classes assigned by her teachers were to make 1G or 2G mobile phones, not to mention that she later studied professional courses in college, so she believed that she could definitely design and manufacture a mobile phone that met China's current productivity level.
The most important thing at present is the paper, which is the development prospect of information technology in the next few decades. I hope that with it, the motherland can take fewer detours and reap the dividends first.
It has been a long time since she wrote so many words. She usually only needs to provide experimental data, and the thesis is completed by the intelligent computer, so there is no need for her to write so much.
After writing more than 2,000 words, her arms felt a little sore. There was a large computer in the apartment, right in the living room, but typing was easier than writing, so she didn't want to use it.
The network of this computer is in the United States, and the confidentiality is not good. Although she can write an encryption program, there will be traces once it has been used. There is no 100% guarantee. The safest thing is not to use it and just resign herself to writing by hand.
"Ziyao, is my dress ready?"
As the number of characters on the manuscript paper increased, Shen Ziyao's arms became more and more sore, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted. Just when she had written more than 10,000 words and could not hold on any longer and wanted to take a break, Zheng Yan came back and asked for a dress.
Shen Ziyao sat there without moving, and just replied loudly: "It's ready, in your bedroom."
"Ziyao, come here and help me unzip my pants."
Shen Ziyao smiled bitterly, she still couldn't live in peace.
Zheng Yan asked when she saw Shen Ziyao, “What dress are you wearing today?”
Shen Ziyao was surprised: “Should I still go?”
Zheng Yan glared at her and said, "When have I ever attended a cocktail party without you?"
That was to take her there to help her carry her bag, and to take the blame for her at a critical moment. She didn't want to go, so she suggested: "I went out for lunch at noon and met a gangster. Fortunately, I was saved by a passerby. You are so dazzling and beautiful, it's better to find a flower protector to protect you."
She had already given the reasons, so there was no reason for Zheng Yan to let her go. She had made Zi Yu's brother angry yesterday, and today she went to find him to reconcile, but she couldn't find him. So asking him to take her to the cocktail party was a good opportunity to reconcile.
After getting rid of Zheng Yan, Shen Ziyao returned to the room and lay down on the chair again to recuperate. After Zheng Yan left, she was fully revived, picked up the pen and started writing the paper again. She wrote until 11 o'clock, then she finished, tidied up, and planned to go to bed after washing up.
The next morning, Shen Ziyao got up early, washed and took care of her skin, then carefully put on makeup, picked out clothes that showed her complexion, and dressed herself up beautifully. She was going to the embassy today, so naturally she had to look her best.
Zheng Yan did not come back last night. As for where she went, she didn't care and didn't want to care.
There were no classes this morning, and she didn't see any annoying people early in the morning. Shen Ziyao's already good mood became even happier, and she even hummed a little tune.
She called a taxi and arrived at the Chinese Consulate smoothly. Unexpectedly, as soon as she paid and got off the car, she saw a familiar figure, Lei who saved her yesterday. Forward.
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