69novels Chapter 114
Chapter 114
Sun Jianguo said he would rest for a day after the competition to allow his body to recover.
He didn't wake up until 7:30. When he opened his eyes, sunlight was already streaming in through the gap in the curtains, drawing a golden line on the wall.
He lay in bed, not in a hurry to get up.
I was thinking about yesterday.
The match. Zhao Lei concedes defeat. Cheng Yuxin shakes his hand. Zhang Weiguo's business card. Sun Jianguo's dinner party.
And then there was Cheng Yuxin's comment: "The way you played basketball today was like a child."
He rolled over.
Like a child.
He lived for 43 years in his previous life and never experienced being a child. Growing up in an orphanage, while other children cried and fussed, he couldn't—he was confined to a wheelchair, and no one paid him any attention when he cried. Later, as he grew up, started working, and built his own business, he had even less time to be a child.
Now someone is telling him that he's like a child.
It's not that he's naive.
It means he's happy.
He smiled and got up.
When I came out after washing up, Cheng Yuxin was already in the kitchen. She was wearing a pink sweater, her hair was down, and she was frying eggs.
She turned around when she heard him come out.
"Why didn't you go to practice today?"
Lin Feng said, "Let's take a day off."
Cheng Yuxin nodded and flipped the fried egg over.
"So what are we doing today?"
Lin Feng thought for a moment: "Let's go to Liu Jian's house and write the program."
Cheng Yuxin scooped out the fried eggs, placed them on a plate, and poured a glass of milk.
"Let's eat first."
Lin Feng sat down and began to eat.
Cheng Yuxin sat opposite him and ate as well.
After taking a few bites, she suddenly asked, "Lin Feng, is your computer big enough?"
Lin Feng looked up.
Cheng Yuxin said, "I mean, when you're writing programs, is that computer big enough?"
Lin Feng nodded: "That's enough. 486, 8MB of memory, that's enough to run DOS and Windows 3.2."
Cheng Yuxin nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
"That's good," she said.
After finishing breakfast, Lin Feng returned to his room and turned on his computer.
He organized all the localized software—PKZIP, WinZip, ARJ, HD-COPY, Norton Commander, and a few small tools.
There are twelve in total.
He did the math.
From mid-October to now, over four months, we've sold more than 600 floppy disks. PKZIP sold the most, over 300; WinZIP was second, over 200; the others totaled around 100.
Each card nets three yuan, totaling over 1,800 yuan.
With the royalties, remittances from GG, and what's left in his piggy bank, he now has over 2,300 yuan.
He took out his notebook and made a note.
Then he started thinking about the next step.
The market for localized software is limited. More and more people will create it, and prices will keep dropping. He has to create original content.
What are you doing?
He recalled the download tool from his past life—NetAnts. It offered features like resuming interrupted downloads and multi-threaded downloading. No one was doing this technology now; if they could, the market would be huge.
However, a network environment is required.
He doesn't have it now.
Let's do something else first.
He opened a new file and started writing code.
It's a text editor—not a simple notepad, but an editor with syntax highlighting, specifically designed for programmers.
In his past life, he had used many editors—Vim, Emacs, Sublime, VS Code. He knew what features a good editor should have: syntax highlighting, automatic indentation, bracket matching, multiple file opening, and regular expression search.
He wrote down these functions one by one, and then started designing the interface.
I was writing until 10 o'clock when my pager went off.
He picked it up and looked at it.
Liu Jian: Are you home? I'm coming to find you.
Lin Feng replied: "I'm here. Come on."