: Meet the old man

It was already Tuesday when Han Feng returned to school.

This time, he had greeted Liu Yueshuang to the dormitory before, saying that he would disappear for a few days if he had something to do. He gave them a vaccination in advance, so that he could not contact others at all, and was also suspicious and worried.

This time, the "retreatment" resulted in great success. The successful establishment of the building file system marked that the process of upgrading the super system in Hanfeng had begun to start. The entire system architecture had been designed before. Now what he had to do was to start preparing for rewriting the super system. He did not start writing immediately because there were still many things that were not ready.

Before, his instructions were written entirely in "low-level language", directly operating those neural pulse signals from the bottom layer. More complex operations were only simple to encapsulate.

This time, in order to improve efficiency, Han Feng decided to invent a high-level programming language suitable for super system programming. Just like the C language, it has certain characteristics of the underlying language and the characteristics of the high-level language, and its functions are quite powerful.

It is not difficult to create a language, but it is not easy. People who are proficient in compilation principles can create language as simple as eating, but whether the language created is powerful or not can be very popular with everyone? Is it eye-catching? This is not guaranteed. This is why the mainstream languages ​​have been so many years later, and many small languages ​​have only performed more prominently in specific fields.

In his previous life, Han Feng had developed related languages ​​for the military and had some experience in this area. However, since the brain is really complicated, it takes a lot of effort to sort out those nerve pulse signals, so it is expected that it will take a longer time.

However, spending more time now can save more time in the future, which is worth it.

In a blink of an eye, a week passed again.

On the weekend, Han Feng received a call from Yang Cheng, saying that he was almost at Shuimu, and asked Han Feng to wait for him directly at the school gate. Before Han Feng could ask what was going on, he had already hung up the phone.

This is the case again. Yang Cheng often uses this trick, and Han Feng is speechless at him.

This is the first time he talked with Yang Cheng on the phone after military training. Han Feng guessed that something must have happened this time. His uncle usually goes to the Three Treasure Hall without any trouble.

Han Feng waited at the school gate for a while and saw his uncle's jeep driving towards this side.

Jeep stopped in front of Han Feng, and then Yang Cheng jumped out of the car.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a few days, you guys have changed a lot!"

Han Feng is now at least ten centimeters taller, and his body is much stronger than before, and he no longer looks a little thinner.

"Elite military training is really a training person!" Yang Cheng hugged Han Feng's shoulder, "I heard that you performed well during military training! You even got the elite medal, and you are indeed my sister's son!"

Being able to win the Elite Medal is not a simple honor, which means that Han Feng has the best comprehensive quality among dozens of college students.

There are only seven people who can receive elite medals every year, and these seven people have always been the targets of major companies or enterprises.

The week before Han Feng received the Elite Medal, people came to him to talk about his future work almost every day. Han Feng was so annoyed that he didn't even dare to stay in the dormitory for too long. Fortunately, he had already told the others in the dormitory that he would not be allowed to leak his phone number, otherwise he would not even dare to turn on the phone.

Han Feng's attitude was clear after the companies hit a wall once. Since he didn't want to, it was useless for them to force him, so Han Feng's life quickly calmed down again.

"Uncle, what's the matter with you looking for me this time? Let me first declare that if it's a dance party, you don't need to mention it. I'm not interested in these boring activities." Han Feng said straight to the point.

Yang Cheng said seriously: "Xiaofeng, don't underestimate these dance parties. Although they are boring, they are indispensable in social life. Many businesses are achieved in such boring dance parties. If you want to develop in business in the future, your temper will need to be changed."

Han Feng nodded thoughtfully: "Thank you, my uncle, I will pay attention in the future."

"Haha, of course, if you have strong strength, you can ignore it. Only others will curry favor with you, and it doesn't matter whether you shake it or not." After patting Han Feng's shoulder, Yang Cheng encouraged, "Xiao Feng, do it well, I'm very optimistic about you!"

After talking for a long time, Yang Cheng finally talked about what he is doing today: "The old man wants to see you."

Old man? Han Feng didn't react for a while.

Han Feng: "Which old man?"

"Who else can I have? My dad! Get in the car quickly." Yang Cheng urged.

Han Feng had no impression of this grandfather, he only knew that his name was Yang Xinglin.

After getting in the car, Han Feng asked, "Do you know what specific things he has to ask me?"

"I don't know this. The old man has always been very independent in his work and never greets us in advance." Yang Cheng turned to look at Han Feng, and saw that the expression on his face remained calm, and continued, "I guess, this time I look for you, it's not because of your marriage, but other things, so you don't have to worry too much. In fact, the old man still cares about his younger generation very much, but he's a little serious. You just follow his wishes and don't use any temperament..."

Yang Cheng kept talking all the way, talking about some of his father Yang Xinglin's temper, habits and hobbies, and explaining what Han Feng can say, what he can't say, and what he should pay attention to.

Han Feng just listened quietly from beginning to end, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Finally, I was about to meet one of them. Han Feng was indeed not mentally prepared before, but what should I prepare for?

Han Feng had a serious lack of affection for these two elders he had never met. Even if he never met in his life and did not meet, it didn't matter to him. But now that he was going to meet, he would do whatever he should do. He did not deliberately avoid it. What should come will always come, and it would be useless to escape.

Compared to the modern luxury of the Yang family mansion that I attended the dance last time, this Yang family mansion seems a bit too simple and old. The architectural style here is still in the last century, revealing an old meaning: a small stone road covered with moss next to it, a small garden full of flowers and plants, and a dilapidated plum blossom pavilion...

Unexpectedly, there is such a quiet and elegant environment in the city of Beijing, and Han Feng is a little surprised.

"This house has a history of more than 60 years. It is an ancestral home. The old man has always refused to demolish it. We rarely go home. He is also lonely alone. He is usually idle and plays chess and raises poplar birds when he has nothing to do. If you have time, you can come and accompany him."

After Yang Cheng took Han Feng to the living room, he said to him: "You sit here first, I'll go back."

After saying that, Yang Cheng left.

Han Feng looked at the so-called living room, which was actually similar to the lobby in the countryside. It was not big. On the wall facing the door, there was a portrait of Chairman Mao. On both sides were a couplet. The first couplet said, "The world is the world, we don't say who we say who we don't say who we don't say." The second couplet said, "The country is the country, we don't do who we don't do."

Han Feng waited here for about ten minutes, but Yang Cheng still didn't come back. There was a smell of rotten wood in the living room. Although it was very light, Han Feng could clearly smell it. So he walked out of the living room and came to the small garden in front to breathe the fresh air.

After a while when Han Feng suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind him, he heard someone saying, "Who are you, what are you doing here?"

Turning around, he saw a young man about his age standing seven or eight meters away from him looking at him with a vigilant look on his face. He was wearing only a black vest, and he could see that his muscles were well-proportioned and kneaded, full of explosive power.

Before Han Feng could answer, he said again: "This is a private place, you can't come in casually, go out for me!"

He was very rude in his tone, and at the end he almost used a shout.

Han Feng frowned, looked at him and ignored him.

Han Feng's ignorance obviously angered the other party. He quickly walked up, came to Han Feng, and drank: "Hey, are you hoarse?"

Han Feng continued to ignore it.

The young man was furious and stretched out his right hand to push Han Feng's right shoulder.
Chapter completed!