Other people were intimate with their girlfriends, but Qin Guan couldn't even see his girlfriend for two months.
Cong Nianwei added to his embarrassment, "I have a class later. I want to apply for a double major in my sophomore year. I have an urban planning class in the afternoon. Sorry, Qin Guan. “
Tears welled up in Qin Guan's eyes. They were as wet as a puppy's.
The students passing by saw a tall, melancholy handsome boy crying.
Cong Nianwei was helpless. She kicked him and said, "Stop pretending. I know you. I'll buy you a cup of milk tea. Be a good girl and go home."
Then she went to the water bar downstairs and ordered a cup of pearl milk tea. She handed it to Qin Guan and shooed him away like a puppy.
Cong Nianwei's classmates were stunned by the scene. Queen Wei was mighty! Queen Wei is mighty! Please accept my knee!
How could such a handsome boy be driven away so easily? Is there any justice in this world? How could she be so domineering?
From then on, Cong Nianwei's fame spread in the QH Department of Architecture. She had blocked many rotten peach blossoms.
Qin Guan walked out of QH with his head down. He had no appointments that day, and he had to sign a contract and meet the leader of his agency the following week. Sister Xue had accepted a few small jobs, and Huang Jiajia was a difficult student. Qin Guan felt quite busy.
It had been a long time since they had last seen each other. Qin Guan felt aggrieved. He was depressed on the bus. Unfortunately, he was caught in a traffic jam at Zhongguancun.
Qin Guan thought that since he had nothing to do in the afternoon, he might as well take a stroll at Zhongguancun.
When the bus arrived at Zhongguancun Station, Qin Guan got off in a hurry. When he reached the main entrance of the electronics building, he recalled his previous life.
Qin Guan remembered that Zhongguancun had risen in the past year or two. All the electronic markets in the capital had been based on Zhongguancun's prices.
When Qin Guan had been a student, he hadn't known what the high-tech electronic market was, but he had heard about the RAM war in 1999-2000.
No one knew which company had started it, or which supplier had started it. It was impossible to determine which company had started it.
In June 1999, a memory card war began without any warning.
In a short period of time, all the retail stores within the Zhongguancun business district had sold out their 128 megabytes of RAM.
The inventories of machines for customers and the scattered sellers of internal components were also depleted.
As a result, the small-scale panic spread like a strong flu in many shops in Zhongguancun. Everyone started to use all kinds of channels to get the goods.
If there was no 128 RAM, then 256 RAM and 512 RAM would do. The price of the RAM began to rise in an instant. From the original price of more than 80 yuan, it rose to more than 200 yuan. In just a few days, the price had tripled.
The RAM dealers in Zhongguancun were even crazier. They rarely sold the RAM sticks in their hands. They were all waiting for the stocks in their hands to continue to rise so that they could make a fortune.
At that time, the small shops in the market could not maintain normal business, and the customers were not willing to pay such high prices.
The volume of bulk goods in Zhongguancun dropped by 30%.
One day, a large number of cheap RAM sticks rushed into Zhongguancun market. The price of the RAM sticks, which had been high for a long time, started to fall like a receding tide.
On the first day, the market price of a 128 megabyte RAM stick had been 248 yuan. On the second day, it had fallen to 201 yuan. On the third day, it had fallen to 122 yuan. On the fourth day, it had fallen below its original price to 79 yuan.
The whole market went crazy. Zhongguancun was shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere. The individual investors who had been hoarding RAM sticks were hurt, and the middlemen had lost their stock.
The building collapsed! Some closed their counters and some went bankrupt. Many people lost everything in the storm. They did not even have underwear to cover their shame.
In Qin Guan's previous life, his roommates had told him about it as a legend.
Later, a computer enthusiast Qin Guan had met at work had confirmed the authenticity of the story.
Qin Guan looked down at his phone. The date on the screen was "End of May 1999. There were only a few days left before the RAM stick war."
Qin Guan was hesitant.
Ever since he had been reborn, Qin Guan had rarely thought about his previous life. He had never tried to change other people's lives. He had never plagiarized, plagiarized, made quick money, or robbed other people's achievements.
Although this little butterfly of his didn't set off a huge storm, at the same time, was this really his original world?
Would there be no RAM stick war here? Would it be a waste of money to buy a RAM stick?
Suddenly, a woman with a baby in her arms jumped out from a corner and whispered to Qin Guan, "You must be a newbie. You have been standing here for a long time. You don't have the guts to find a RAM stick, do you?" “
She pulled Qin Guan aside and continued kindly, "I'm so kind. You can't find it even if you stand at the entrance for a long time. Do you want to buy a plate? Just follow me. " “
He thought that Qin Guan was a small CD seller.
Qin Guan decided not to think too much. He would just follow her and find out what RAM stick she was looking for.
Gritting his teeth, he followed the woman out of Zhongguancun with a wretched expression on his face.
The two of them crossed Zhongguancun Street and went around to the small road behind it. There was a two-story building with a tattered wooden sign hanging on the upper floor. The words were clearly written in black on a white background: XX Business Building.
The woman waved at Qin Guan to follow her. They entered the building, which looked like it was about to collapse.
It was broad daylight, so the building was still dim. There were rows of small doors in the corridor, painted with yellow paint. There were no house plates or numbers on them.
Only occasionally, a few people would sneak out from one of the small doors, showing that this was not a haunted house.
The woman led Qin Guan to the corridor on the left with ease. They stopped at the first door at the end of the corridor.
The yellow door was pushed open by the woman, revealing a new world in front of Qin Guan. It was as busy as a vegetable market.
The room was not small. There were shelves on both sides of the room, and the floor in the middle of the room was covered with layers of CDs.
The woman pulled Qin Guan into the room and patted the young man who was sorting out the CDs on the floor. She pointed at Qin Guan and said, "This is my customer. Help me register."
The young man took out a draft notebook from the pocket of his apron and handed the pen to the woman. The woman flipped the notebook to the page she was assigned to and wrote Sun Erhua's name crookedly at the back. She then handed the pen and notebook back to the young man and reminded him, "Remember how much you've bought."
Then she smiled at Qin Guan and left with the baby in her arms. She went to find a new customer.
The young man didn't wait for Qin Guan. He pointed at the bookshelves and said, "There are games on the left, office software on the right, and movies and TV series on the floor. You can find whatever you want.
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