I saw Ouyang Jun in the detention room of the police station. This dear man shrank in the corner with greasy face and was squatting stupid when he was released by the police uncle.
Zhou Qingfeng couldn't get through to this guy, so he could only find him by address. His studio is also his home in the small building rented near Tianyang University. After finding a place and knocking on the door for a long time, the landlord ran up from downstairs...
"Who are you looking for?"
"Look for Ouyang Jun."
"He was arrested by the police station."
"Ah... why?"
"He ran up to the top of the building in the middle of the night and set up a binoculars to watch the opposite female student take a shower. He was called to the police and caught personal stolen goods. He also denied that he studied the stars, but it was cloudy that night."
This... As for
Zhou Qingfeng instantly regretted coming to this trip. Where is the dead house he was looking for? Obviously it is abnormal. Under the gaze of the landlord looking at the accomplice, he silently went downstairs, not daring to lift his head.
Walking downstairs, the landlord pointed to a girl drying clothes on the opposite floor and said, "Hey, that girl is the one who is peeping. Boy, tell your friend, his eyesight is really bad."
The girl who was being peeped looked like a flower, making Zhou Qingfeng frown even tighter. His embarrassed face was hot, and he explained in a low voice to the landlord, "You are mistaken, I am not a friend of Ouyang Jun, and I don't know him."
The landlord sneered, obviously not convinced, "Then why are you looking for him?"
"I want to contact him for some business matters. But think about it now, forget it." Zhou Qingfeng wanted to clarify the relationship and go quickly. This scene really can't be waited.
As a result, the landlord was excited about this sentence. He grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's arm, "Is there a business? Can you make money? Ouyang Jun hasn't paid the rent for two months. Give him a chance. Let him make some money and pay the rent."
I..., Buddha is merciful!
No reason to share such a thing, it is a disaster from the sky.
No matter how it was explained, Zhou Qingfeng almost pulled his sleeve to make a profit. The landlord grabbed him and went to a nearby police station. In that eager posture, if he doesn't go, I'm afraid he will be called to the police as Ouyang Jun's kind.
At the police station, Ouyang Jun was just released. After being introduced by the landlord, he could be regarded as acquainted with Zhou Qingfeng, who took the initiative to come to the house, but he dumbly responded: "Look for me? Can you borrow some money first? I've lost all living expenses this month."
Ha ha ha..., does this still make sense? I really passed by!
Uncle Zhou was about to cry, this is indeed for charity. But everything happened. The landlord was still staring at him. He could only ask Ouyang Jun to eat noodles at the roadside stall.
Ouyang Jun's face had not been washed for a few days, the oil secreted vigorously, and it looked greasy. He still has long hair, and he has the temperament of a literary youth-I asked him afterwards and said that he had no money for a haircut, and if he had money, he just wanted to shave his head.
After eating half of the egg noodles, Ouyang Jun seemed to have only regained his soul. He raised his head and asked: "This..., what do you call it? What is it for me?"
"I'm looking for you to discuss business." The landlord was still following and said anxiously. He would stare at Zhou Qingfeng in surprise, like hell.
Because Uncle Zhou felt that he could not come in vain, so he should settle the lunch as well—so there was a stack of bowls on the table.
The same is noodles, Ouyang Jun's bowl contains only noodles in clear soup and water. Zhou Qingfeng's bowl was filled with eggs and meat, and he ate five bowls in one breath. The owner of the noodle shop was dumbfounded, and many students who came to eat the noodles were also surprised.
Ouyang Jun swept around the noodle restaurant, and many people were paying attention to Zhou Qingfeng. A beautiful girl publicly held up her mobile phone to take a photo of him. She seemed to be thinking about how to strike up a conversation and ask for a phone number-the charm of a perfect body is really big enough.
"What business are you talking about?" Ouyang Jun asked.
"I'm going to make a special game." Zhou Qingfeng said irritably, "I just searched for your information on the Internet, so I wanted to come over and talk. I can't get through on the phone, I didn't expect you to be at the police station."
"Life is difficult..." Ouyang Jun sighed, hurriedly pulled the noodles in the bowl, and muttered vaguely: "I didn't want it, but suddenly there was a kind of uncontrollable sex that night, which eventually turned into a tragedy. I will review afterwards..."
"Yes, I'm not here to discuss the philosophy of life with you."
"What game do you want to do?"
"I want to simulate a brand-new world, a world with magic. This world has a set of physics and chemistry rules that are completely different from our current world. This is not a simple release of a certain screen effect, but a real simulation."
"If even the basic rules are brand new, then you first need a new game engine. This is not a small difficulty. And this is not like a game, but like a real simulation software, a lot of development."
"I know that there is a lot of development, so I can simplify it temporarily, or do some of it first."
"I don't really have much experience in this area. The key is how much development funding do you have?"
"Well..., the initial investment will definitely not be a lot, tens of thousands of dollars."
Hearing'tens of thousands of dollars', Ouyang Jun immediately showed a disdainful smile at the layman. At this moment, he is no longer just coming out of the police station and falling down to the point that he has to rely on people to donate a bowl of noodles, but a veteran in the industry who has been working hard for many years, lonely and lonely.
Boy, you're kidding. Want to make software for tens of thousands of dollars? Didn't wake up.
"Boss, with this little money, it's hard for me to do things for you!" Ouyang Jun flicked his long hair proudly. But this sentence was stuck in his stomach and he couldn't say it.
The landlord next to him quickly held Ouyang Jun’s hand and slammed his thoughts back to reality, "Ouyang, you haven’t paid the rent for two months. There is so much I can help you. I won’t pay this month. I had to blow you away."
Ga..., Ouyang Jun's expression changed from elegant to sad and angry. He glanced at the landlord stupidly, then turned to look at Zhou Qingfeng, his throat stirred for a while, and he forced a reluctant smile. He wanted to refuse, but under realistic pressure...
"Boss, yes, tens of thousands of dollars can also be tens of thousands of dollars."
Zhou Qingfeng didn't even want to see this one, but even talking about money. He also sighed, called the noodle shop owner to pay, and said to Ouyang Jun: "It's not that easy. I doubt your ability. Go to your house and sit down."
The landlord interrupted again: "The room in Ouyang is too messy. Why don't you go to my house to talk? Ouyang, you should also take a bath, change clothes, and shave your beard and hair. Give the boss a good image, otherwise how to do big things? ?"
But Ouyang Jun shook his head stiffly, rejecting the landlord's'goodwill'. He turned to Zhou Qingfeng and stretched out his hand. After holding back for a long time, he said, "Lend me some more money, otherwise I can't work. It's sincerity money."
Zhou Qingfeng was suffocated with constipation and asked the landlord, "What is his monthly rent?"
The landlord smiled happily: "Not much, not much, my house is very cheap. Only six hundred yuan a month, only one thousand two months two months. There are several hundred yuan for electricity and internet. There is still a one-year rent. Offers."
Zhou Qingfeng found out for a mobile phone and transferred 600 yuan to the landlord, making both the landlord and Ouyang Jun stunned. He pointed to Ouyang Jun and said to the landlord: "Remember that he still owes you one month's rent, don't let him run away."
This is also detrimental.
After eating the noodles, Ouyang Jun didn't linger and went back to his room. Opening the door is a bad taste, and there is a simple room and hall inside. There is a server in the living room, and the four large-screen displays seem to be on all day long.
The desktop where the monitor is placed is dirty and can grow mushrooms, there are two trash bins under the table, and the boxes full of instant noodles. There is still some leftover water in the box, which can cultivate mold.
Ouyang Jun went to open the windows for ventilation, and the light in the room was bright. There was a scream of "Ah" from the balcony on the opposite floor, and "Ruhua" cursed behind the balcony, "Deadly perverted, and came to spy on me again." '
The unlucky man pulled a back chair and sat down, spreading his hands and said, "I am also surprised that someone comes to me. But I'm so miserable, you can figure it out. Apart from selling white powder, I do everything else, and sell kidneys. Row."
The messy room left Zhou Qingfeng with nowhere to stay, so he could only stand and ask: "Oh... I have a sorting algorithm problem, such as how e-commerce websites can more effectively recommend to potential customers. "