Chapter 670 Invitation From the Founder of Google

Today's 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 celebrating the Spring Festival with us, or considering the Spring Festival as a legal holiday.

So Stanford didn't considerately give these Chinese people a holiday, so Feng Yiping had to go to school as usual.

However, usually at this time, shouldn't you sit leisurely by the warm firepit, smell the smell of meat in the hanging pot, the smell of meat in the pottery pots simmering by the firepit, and listen to the neighbors, each family is louder than each other Festive songs, and those little guys who don't know the cold, playing and setting off firecrackers, knocking melon seeds or peeling peanuts, watching those old-fashioned romantic dramas of Grandma Qiong with my mother!

Besides, look, it's cloudy today...

Anyway, on days like this, he really doesn't want to go to school.

However, today the college has a Nobel Prize winner to teach. Such an opportunity, even at Stanford, is not common. If you don’t want to go, you really have to find a strong reason.

With one hand behind her waist, Huang Jingping took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and was ready to start practicing calligraphy. This was also her own idea, and she said it was to give the baby in her belly a good nurturing.

Seeing a lump on her stomach from time to time, Feng Yiping's eyes lit up. There was a good reason for this. He threw away the schoolbag and supported Huang Jingping, "Quick, sit down, how do I feel, the little guy just moved?" What about a hand and a foot? I have to take a picture of it!"

The due date is May. The little guy in the stomach could only feel the fetal movement before, but now, he stretches his fists and feet in the mother's stomach from time to time.

I still remember that when Huang Jingping and Feng Yiping found the bulge on their belly for the first time, they were so excited. Then, Feng Yiping held a camera and waited beside him for more than an hour before taking pictures of the bulge on his belly. Another piece bulges out. I don't know if it's a little hand or a little foot.

Afterwards, this happened more and more, the two of them would sometimes look at the belly with great interest for a long time. The narrower protrusion was either a hand or a foot, and the round piece should be a small brain. Or the butt, of course, it could also be the little guy's belly.

Huang Jingping sometimes brags, saying that mother and child are connected, the little guy can understand her mind, and can move whatever she wants, Feng Yiping naturally doesn't believe it, but when the little guy is lively, put his hand on his belly, Wearing a thin belly, getting in close contact with the little guy, feeling the unknown part of the little guy, passing it in the palm of the hand, there is really a feeling of blood connection.

The palm of her hand followed the bulge on her belly, and Huang Jingping's face was full of maternal brilliance, "Little baby, do you want to move around when you're full?"

Seeing Feng Yiping take out the camera to take pictures again, he said with a smile, "Still taking pictures? You took so many pictures!"

"Where is this much? Think about it, when the little guy grows up and sees the current situation, how excited and moved he will be!"

In other words, if my parents were by my side, watching them make videos now, Huang Jingping would be fine, but Feng Yiping might be beaten all over the head.

In my hometown, people of my parents' generation and children were not easy to take pictures a hundred days ago, let alone now.

Although you know that they are superstitious, but when a superstition becomes something similar to belief, you don't want to break it with them.

Seeing that Feng Yiping was still tired of staying at home after filming, Huang Jingping was a little surprised, "Why don't you go to school?"

Feng Yiping lazily leaned on the sofa, "I'm sick of laziness, I don't want to go,"

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

"If you don't learn from me, who will I learn from? Old Wang next door?" Feng Yiping looked at the ceiling and said lazily.

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

Placing her head on his lap, holding his hand and stroking her big belly, Huang Jingping said, "If I were at home, I would be with Qinping and my mother now. I have thoroughly cleaned the house and washed it clean. The bowls and chopsticks are busy frying tofu, croquettes, frying egg skins to make egg shreds, chopping stuffing, stealing food from the candy bag, or secretly trying on the new clothes that parents bought for us ,"

Well, Feng Yiping's decades of work and rest habits have made him a little lazy these days, and Huang Jingping, who is about to be a mother, seems to be quite homesick and misses her parents.

"What's the matter? It's very easy. We are here, and we can still do these things. Slowly, you make a list. We will go to Chinatown to buy everything. If we don't have anything, we will follow the old rules and let them do it now,"

Feng Yiping quickly stopped her, and if she continued, she was afraid that Huang Jingping would hug her and cry.

It is the first time not to celebrate the New Year with my parents, but I am pregnant with Liujia, so I am easy to get emotional.

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

"Of course, you think, not to mention chicken, duck, pork, beef, and mutton, it's very common. You can buy white tofu. You may not be able to sell ready-made glutinous rice flour, but if you have glutinous rice, let that restaurant process some. It's not a problem. Others Look, fish balls, meatballs, tofu balls, radish balls, what can’t you do?”

"Then you don't go to school?"

"There is a class from a well-known professor in the afternoon, it's okay if you don't go in the morning,"

"Then I'll go change immediately. Chinatown should be very lively these two days,"

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After listening to the Nobel Prize winner specially invited by the college to give a big lecture on the construction of value system, Feng Yiping and several people in his group walked out talking and laughing.

As far as the few people in the group are concerned, none of them are simple.

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

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

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

Here at Stanford, there are many stars, mainly sports stars, because the school's stadium has hosted many domestic and international events.

Not long after he entered, the wall parted, and he greeted the surrounding students with a smile, and walked behind Hahn.

"Hi Feng,"

Feng Yiping held his hand, "Hi Paige,"

The person who came was Larry, one of the founders of Google and the current product director of Google. Page, although he is different from the gray-haired Page that everyone is familiar with later, this person has very black hair, but Feng Yiping can still recognize him at a glance.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to send an email, but after discussing with Brin, I think it's better to come to invite you," Page said. The strange thing is that he didn't look at Feng Yiping, but looked at Feng Yiping's side. Rear, "The two of us agree with some of your views very much, and feel that we should have a lot of topics to communicate with you, so we thought, do you have time to have a lunch meeting with us?"

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

Even Feng Yiping's blue ocean strategy is very popular with them, and the cloud computing he just proposed speaks to their hearts.

However, a scholar or expert who can only talk on paper is not worthy of their courtesy, but if the expert's practical ability is also first-class, that is an exception.

They are very clear that the young man in front of them, who is younger than themselves, also holds huge wealth, has advanced and unique vision, and deserves their respect.

"It's a great honor for me to meet the idols," the other party was so polite, and Feng Yiping boasted without hesitation, "But you know, our Chinese traditional festival, the Spring Festival, is coming soon, so I'm really busy. Okay, after a few days, I'll arrange a time right away, "

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

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Feng Yiping and Page walked away side by side. Some of the group of people around did not know Feng Yiping's identity. time?"

"You don't know?" said a classmate who heard Feng Yiping's speech, "He is the youngest business management expert in the world. Concept, cloud computing!"

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

Everyone immediately felt that the image of the young man next to their idol was also very tall.