Chapter 2 two

two "Wandering in the Vast Night", this is the title of someone else's novel, and I stole it.When I tell this story, I also copied it from someone else. Since everyone is a novelist, it’s kind of friendly, so it can’t be called stealing, it should be called borrowing——I can write programs in addition to writing novels.Three years ago, a friend came to my house, saw my skills and said: Dude.Stop writing novels, come and lie to me.There are a lot of mallets now, just write a few sentences with DBASE, and you can get money!The so-called stick is an alias for laymen, and there is no malice in this title.I love mallets.Especially the cute female mallet.I'll do my best to help her—but I just think it's good to write novels, and I didn't cheat with him.

Just two days ago, I went to this friend again and begged him to do something for me.The friend looked embarrassed - he said that this business is not easy to do now.There are still many mallets, but the money is gone.Enterprises are losing money, have no money, and individuals don’t spend money on software. I sighed when I heard this. You may not know that the most unbearable thing in the world is not Xizi Bangxin, but Wang Er’s frustration ——A person who is usually crazy, suddenly becomes utterly crippled.The friend couldn't bear to watch it, so he said, "Okay, I'll find you a job."You have to practice it yourself first, and you have to be very good at it—this is not three years ago.I'm practicing right now.What do you think I found?I'm a mallet myself...in just three years, computers have become like this - from Intel to Bill Gates, a bunch of crazy people!

Now I'm a computer stick, but I don't think I'm going to be a fiction stick.Not now, nor in the future.Never will.This is my life's work and I work hard all the time.I won’t talk about this matter, let’s tell my story: the Greek god of medicine said it well: one person’s food and wine are another person’s gut-piercing poison.Let's say the editor in this story is faced with an interview task.I figured some people would be thrilled to be given a task like this, but he's doing it with a pinch of his nose.He continued under the pressure of his boss, read countless boring tabloids, wasted a lot of stationery, wrote a lot of nasty letters, got a lot of goosebumps... finally contacted one.This one didn't let him buy photos, nor let him send photos.Instead, simply ask to meet.Mr. Editor also wanted to meet up soon to complete his exclusive interview, but he thought that this matter should be carried out according to the S/M routine.He made an appointment to meet by means of correspondence and agreed on what to do, and he rented a house anonymously in the city center as a place to meet.

Then, the story really came to the beginning: the gentleman was wearing a black leather jacket, leather pants, leather waistcoat, leather gloves and leather wristbands, and was sitting in an empty house waiting for someone.Wearing these clothes, you can fly a plane to the cold high altitude, and you can also go to the North Pole to explore.One thing I forgot to mention, this story takes place in New York in July.It was hot and stuffy there, and the house he rented had no air-conditioning, but he had to wear these clothes, otherwise there would be no atmosphere—so he had prickly heat.This gentleman is a real gentleman, so what he is going to do tonight can't make him happy: he is going to call a strange lady a worm—Chinese is too ugly, so he can only write in English.But also to spank her ass in Tuna Marriage Port.He thought, there will be something to say about regret next time.He felt dull, emotionless, and wished he could hit him head-on to death.This is also how I feel at this time - I just read the program I wrote, it is messy like a pot of tofu, it turns upside down, and often crashes.It is a shame to keep the source code like this, let alone show it to others, so delete it quickly.But my friends want to see the results of my practice, a bit of rags is better than nothing...

Let's put the story aside and talk about the words of the God of Medicine: one person's flesh is another person's poison.This is the most important wisdom I know.In the United States, S/M is a good example.Some people like it very much, some people don't like it very much.But for most people, it is endless jokes.When I told this story in the United States, everyone who heard it laughed.When this story is told in China, no one laughs when they hear it.Some people looked at me blankly and said: What is the meaning of your story?It did make me laugh. Friends of "Life" said that they have 40,000 readers.I still can't believe that these 40,000 readers are all stupid people waiting to be educated. Even if it is Yang, I can think of one.So go ahead: the editor is sitting in a vacant house in a Pinon.There was a full-length mirror on the opposite side, and he looked at himself in it, feeling like a diver, but he didn't wear a water goggle or carry an oxygen cylinder.To be honest, divers don't dress like that on shore either.Just then, someone rang the doorbell.When he went out to open the door, he put on a windbreaker—this was necessary, in case someone went through the wrong door.Standing in the porch is a very innocent girl, without makeup, wearing a beige windbreaker, she is so nervous that she can't breathe... Let me tell the story here first, let me think about its educational significance.