On Thursday, the blackboard bulletin preparation team gathered again during recess. Xi Xi couldn't wait to show her friends the prototype of Ding Dang that Yang Yi had drawn for her yesterday.
"Wow, what is this? A cat? "Du Yuqian asked excitedly.
"No, this is Ding Dang. It's a robot that can talk. No, it's a Doraemon! It's called Ding Dang! "Lu Xiaoyu, who had already seen it, couldn't wait to help Xi Xi explain.
Obviously, Ding Dang was still very popular among the children. Not to mention Du Yuqian, Yu Xiaowei, and Nan Zhaoyu, who had seen it for the first time, Lan Xin and Lu Xiaoyu had seen it from Xi Xi in the morning, and now they were still looking at it reluctantly.
"Yes, it's called Ding Dang!" Xi Xi giggled and proudly said to her friends, "This was drawn by my PaPa! Moreover, my PaPa also told me the story of Ding Dang and Nobita. It's super interesting! "
"Big bear?" Yu Xiaowei was a little curious and couldn't help but interrupt. She whispered, "Is it a bear or a panda? I learned in science class that bears and pandas are different! "
Unfortunately, Xi Xi didn't give her a chance to show her knowledge. The little girl smiled and said, "Hehe, it's not a big bear or a panda! It's a boy called Nobita! "
"A boy!" Du Yuqian's eyes lit up. She pointed at Nan Zhaoyu and smiled, "Nan Zhaoyu is also a boy, so he's Nobita."
"I don't want to be Nobita. I like Ding Dang!" Nan Zhaoyu shook his head.
However, at this time, Du Yuqian, Lan Xin, and the other little girls finally put the title of Nobita on Nan Zhaoyu's head.
Of course, this was just a joke. When they heard Xi Xi's brief story of Nobita finding a Doraemon from the future in a drawer, and how this Doraemon named Ding Dang could take out many magical "toys" from the bag on its belly, no one wanted Nan Zhaoyu to be Nobita anymore!
"I want to be Nobita, too," Lu Xiaoyu said enviously, "I also want to have a Ding Dang at home.
…
Of course, at this meeting, they did not come to listen to Xi Xi's story. Everyone had their own division of labor. Although Xi Xi's arrangement was not very clear, and even a little chaotic, it was now time to report their progress.
At this time, Nan Zhaoyu was the most active. He was not like Lu Xiaoyu, who was forgetful, nor was he like Lan Xin, who was procrastinating. Xi Xi asked him for help, and the little boy finished his task early.
He excitedly puffed out his chest, and his eyes were shining with confidence. He said, "Xi Xi, I found the poem. My father helped me find it, and he found a lot of them. He even taught me how to write them!"
Unfortunately, his handsomeness lasted for only two seconds.
Nan Zhaoyu quickly scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "But my father hasn't helped me write all of them, so I can look at them and write them on the blackboard."
"Then what should we do?" Du Yuqian tilted her head doubtfully and looked at Nan Zhaoyu.
It was as if he had not said anything!
"It's okay, I can recite it for you. Is that okay? My father was not free yesterday, so I have to wait for him to finish writing, "Nan Zhaoyu said quickly.
"Sure! I want to hear Nan Zhaoyu recite the poem! "Xi Xi nodded straightforwardly.
"That's right! Nan Zhaoyu could recite poems in kindergarten! "Lan Xin also praised him tacitly.
"Then I'll recite it for you!" Encouraged, Nan Zhaoyu puffed out his chest and raised his head slightly. As if he was reciting aloud, he recited in a loud and clear voice, "The Long Ballad, the flowers in the green garden, the morning dew waits for the morning sun …"
(Note: This is a poem from the Han Dynasty. The history of this world began to diverge after the Three Kingdoms … Oh, Xiaohan can't just make up a poem to fool everyone.)
Sure enough, boys who can recite poems are different. Nan Zhaoyu immediately received Sister Xiaowei's surprised gaze and Du Yuqian's and the others' surprised and worshipful gazes.
This made the little boy's interest even more intense. He used a cadence to recite the rest of the poem while shaking his head, "… Bad luck. Hundred rivers flow from the east to the sea, when will they return to the west? If the young don't work hard, the old will be sad. "
This kid actually exceeded his usual performance. In the end, he really recited the poem with a sad tone.
If someone secretly recorded this scene and posted it on the Internet, Nan Zhaoyu would definitely make many netizens laugh at him for pretending to be an adult, no, pretending to be an old man's tone. But at this moment, in the eyes of the few inexperienced girls, Nan Zhaoyu's performance was still very impressive. They all looked at Nan Zhaoyu with some admiration.
Actually, if there was more praise, Nan Zhaoyu would be happier.
But the girls didn't know how to praise or what words to use. For a moment, the atmosphere was silent and awkward.
Only Xi Xi opened her mouth. She asked excitedly, "Is there more? Is there more? "
"Yes!" Nan Zhaoyu said happily.
…
Yang Yi drove alone to the office building of the Binhai District Backwave Technology Company.
Today's Backwave Technology Company was no longer the simple startup company formed by student programmers. After a few years of formal development, it had also become a major benchmark for social software in the domestic technology industry.
The market value continued to rise. Although it wasn't listed yet, and no one knew how much power it could explode, Houlang Technologies, which was sitting on Weibo and WeChat, had become a large company that was on equal footing with the previously dominant SNS!
Especially at the end of last year, when WeChat was launched, through the soft promotion of "China's Voice", as well as the huge investment in the Spring Festival Gala, the number of registered users skyrocketed.
Because WeChat and Microbroadcasting could connect users and share friends' information, and because WeChat had better mobile communication and social experience, as well as many other factors, many Microbroadcasting users were willing to download and use the instant messaging and communication software. Many of the original SNS users also switched sides and used the software that was more suitable for their mobile phones.
The rise of WeChat made SNS realize the danger they were in. They realized that Backwave Technology Company was no longer a small company that they could ignore. It was no longer a harmless company that didn't affect SNS deeply. This guy wanted to destroy SNS!
SNS definitely wouldn't sit back and watch. They had already launched their counterattack. On one hand, they were using the time to develop and improve their own SNS mobile app to improve the user experience so that they could compete with WeChat. On the other hand, they were trying to use public opinion, patent wars, and other means to stop WeChat's development.
Yang Yi came to Backwave Technology Company this time for this big event.
Mao Peifu welcomed Yang Yi into the upper management office of Backwave Technology Company. Along the way, many employees were curiously sizing up this masked man.
It had to be said that Yang Yi did a great job of keeping his identity a secret so that his life wouldn't be affected! At Backwave Technology Company, other than a few old employees who didn't know how to leak secrets, very few new employees knew that he was the big boss.
Hence, there was a lot of discussion below.
"Who is he? Looks like CEO Mao, General Lao, and the rest respect him a lot! "
"I don't know, but his back looks a little familiar."
"Could it be our company's mysterious boss?"
"I don't think so. Look at his dressing, and his height. He's quite handsome, more like a celebrity. How could our boss be so young? "
"That's true … Sigh, he really does look familiar. Why can't I remember? Which celebrity is he? "
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