Vol 3 Chapter 164: Invitation from the founder of Google

China is not as strong as it will be more than ten years later, and its influence is not so great. There are not so many countries that follow us to celebrate the Spring Festival, or treat the Spring Festival as a legal holiday. .しw0.

So Stanford didn't give them the Chinese holiday very intimately, so Feng Yiping had to go to school as usual.

However, usually at this time, it is not supposed to sit leisurely by the warm fire, smelling the meat in the hanging pot, the meat in the clay pot simmering by the fire, listening to the neighbors, the family is louder than the family Festive songs, and those little guys who don’t know the cold, frolicking about setting off firecrackers, knocking melon seeds or peeling peanuts, watching grandma Joan’s ancient romantic dramas with my mother!

Besides, you see, the day is also overcast...

In short, in such days, he really didn't want to go to school.

However, today the college has a Nobel Prize winner to teach. Such opportunities are not always available at Stanford. If you don't want to go, you really have to find a strong reason.

With one hand on her waist, Huang Jingping took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and she was ready to practice calligraphy. This was also her own idea, saying that she wanted to give the baby in her stomach a good nurturing.

Seeing a bag bulging on her stomach, Feng Yiping's eyes lit up. This is a good reason. He threw the school bag away and held Huang Jingping, "Quick, sit down, how do I feel, the little guy just moved What about one hand and one foot? I have to photograph it!"

The due date is in May, and the little guy in his stomach can only feel the fetal movement before. Now, from time to time, I stretch my fist in my mother's stomach.

I still remember the first time I found the bulge on my belly. Both Huang Jingping and Feng Yiping were so excited that they didn't want it. Then, Feng Yiping held the camera and waited for more than an hour nearby before photographing another bump on the belly. I don't know if he moved his little hand. Still little feet.

After that, this kind of situation increased. The two of them sometimes looked at the belly with interest for a long time. The narrower bumps were either hands or feet. The round piece should be a small brain. Or ass. Of course, it may also be the little one's belly.

Huang Jingping sometimes boasted that it was a mother-child connection, and the little guy could understand her thoughts. Feng Yiping naturally didn't believe it if he wanted to move, but when the little guy was lively, he put his hands on his belly, and got in close contact with the little guy through the thin belly. Feeling the little guy who doesn't know which part, strokes it in the palm of his hand, there is really a feeling of blood connection.

The palm of her hand was walking along with the bump on her belly, and Huang Jingping's face was full of maternal brilliance, "Baby, do you want to move when you are full?"

Seeing Feng Yiping took out the camera to shoot again, he smiled and said, "Is still shooting? I have shot so many!"

"Where is this so much? Think about it, when the little guy grows up, he should be more excited and touched when he sees the current situation!"

In other words, if parents are by their side and watching them shoot videos now, Huang Jingping is okay, Feng Yiping might be beaten up.

In the area of ​​my hometown, parents and children of their generation, children were not easy to take pictures a hundred days ago, let alone now.

Although you know that this is superstition, but when a kind of superstition becomes something similar to belief, don't want to tell them clearly.

Seeing Feng Yiping finished filming, but still tired of staying at home and refused to leave, Huang Jingping was a little strange, "Why don't you go to school?"

Feng Yiping crooked lazily on the sofa and was too lazy to move, "I don't want to go because of a lazy illness."

Huang Jingping quickly put her hands on her stomach, "Baby, don't listen to this, don't follow your father,"

"If you don't learn from me? Isn't the Lao Wang next door?" Feng Yiping said lazily, looking at the ceiling.

"Hehe, come here," Huang Jingping waved to him, she could guess why Feng Yiping was.

Putting his head on his thigh, holding his hand and touching her belly, Huang Jingping said, “If I’m at home, I’ll definitely be with Qinping and follow my mother. The house’s hygiene has been thoroughly cleaned and cleaned. Tableware and chopsticks, busy frying tofu, croquettes, omelette crust and making egg shreds, chopping the stuffing and stuffing, stealing things from the put candy bags, or secretly trying on the new clothes our parents bought us ,"

Well, Feng Yiping only has decades of work and rest habits, which makes him a little lazy these days, and Huang Jingping, who is just a mother, seems to be quite homesick and miss his parents.

"What's the matter, it's easy, we are here, we can still do these things, slowly, you make a list, we go to Chinatown to buy the same, the old rules for things that do not have, let them make them."

Feng Yiping hurriedly stopped her words, and went on, afraid that Huang Jingping would cry in her arms.

It’s the first time not to spend New Year with my parents, but I am pregnant again, which is easy to be emotional.

"Is it really possible?" Huang Jingping's eyes sparkled.

"Of course, you think, chicken, duck, pig, beef and mutton are not mentioned. They are very common. White tofu can be bought. The ready-made glutinous rice flour may not be sold, but there is glutinous rice. Let the restaurant process some. It is not a problem. Others You see, fish **** come from meatballs, tofu balls, and radish balls. What can't you do?"

"Then you won't go to school?"

"There is a class with a famous professor in the afternoon. It's okay if you don't go in the morning,"

"Then I'll change clothes right away. Chinatown should be very lively these two days,"

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After listening to the Nobel Prize winners specially invited by the college, Feng Yiping and a few people in his group walked out with a smile and a big lesson on building a value system.

There is nothing simple about the few people in the group.

For example, Hahn, who is now discussing the content of the lecture with Feng Yiping, started his own business in his junior year and sold his company at a high price just before the dot-com bubble burst. He is a lucky and successful person.

The only girl in the group, Jenna, who had been a White House intern and had traveled to 12 countries, frowned and looked at the overcrowded corridor in front, "What's the matter?"

"Is it a star? I'll go and see," Hahn said, squeezing in.

Here at Stanford, there are many stars, mainly sports stars, because the school stadium hosts many domestic and international events.

After he went in for a while, the wall parted, and he smiled and said hello to the students around him, and walked over behind Hahn.

"Hi, Feng," the man has gray hair and always seems to have a smile on his face.

Feng Yiping held his hand, "Hello Peppa,"

Lai Ren is one of the founders of Google, Larry, the current product director of Google. Paige.

"Sorry, I wanted to send an email, but after discussing it with Brin, I think it's better to come and invite you," Page said. "We both agree with some of your views, and think we should have a lot of conversations with you. So, we thought, do you have time for a lunch meeting with us?"

Google at this time, although not as good as it was later, but as the founder of the world's largest Internet search engine, not many people can invite him with such a low profile.

Even if Feng Yiping's blue ocean strategy is well accepted by them, the cloud computing he just proposed is also in their hearts.

However, a scholar or expert who can only talk on paper is not guilty of being so polite, but if the expert's practical ability is also first-class, there is an exception.

They know very well that the young man in front of them, who is younger than themselves, is also holding a huge wealth ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ with a forward-looking and unique vision, which deserves their respect.

"I'm honored to meet the idols," the other party was so polite, and Feng Yiping did not hesitate to tout, "but you know, it will soon be our traditional Chinese festival, the Spring Festival, so I am really busy. Okay, after waiting these few days, I will arrange the time right away."

"Okay, no problem, do you eat dumplings during the Spring Festival?"

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Feng Yiping and Peppa walked away side by side. Some of the people who were surrounded by before didn’t understand Feng Yiping’s identity, “Who is that Asian? Peppa’s invitation, he didn’t agree to it immediately, so he had to make arrangements time?"

"Don't you know?" A classmate who heard Feng Yiping's speech said, "That is the youngest business management expert in the world. He has successfully run many companies and has just proposed a new business with huge business opportunities. Concept, cloud computing!"

"Oh, is he the father of cloud computing?"

Everyone immediately felt that the image of the young man next to his idol was also very tall. (To be continued.)