I'm back in 1990

Chapter 408: Computer Training Studio

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After Ma Yifeng's relentless pursuit, Sang Weihong was finally won over by this wild horse.

One of the biggest reasons is that the school is allocating housing, and if both spouses are faculty or staff members of the school, they can take advantage of this housing allocation opportunity.

These new houses, as well as the new buildings to be constructed later, are all assets accumulated by the teaching and support center over the years. In the end, Huang Xiaochuan also deserves some credit for this. However, the welfare housing allocation system only lasted for a few years, and after 98, it completely disappeared from the historical stage.

As scholars and teachers in professional finance and economics universities, they are naturally more aware of future reform policies than the average person. Therefore, they have some knowledge of the government's plan to abolish welfare housing allocation. When this news came out, the young teachers who had not yet been allocated housing panicked, especially the single ones.

Jiao Zhiyong and An Cheng were as anxious as ants on a hot pan. They had been busy going on blind dates lately, but their meager salary of just over 400 yuan scared away countless girls, and every attempt failed. It wasn't the time when university teachers were in demand yet. Things would be better in the new century, but by then, they would be old bachelors. However, they might be able to find a younger woman to date.

For the sake of the two-bedroom apartment, Sang Weihong finally agreed to Ma Yifeng's marriage proposal. The two got their marriage certificate, and after that, they were eligible to participate in the housing allocation.

Such a joyous occasion naturally calls for a feast. True to their frugal and hardworking nature, the couple opted not to go out to a restaurant, but instead bought groceries and cooked at home.

Now Ma Yifeng's doghouse is tidied up neatly, which makes Jiao Zhiyong and An Cheng extremely envious. Ma Yifeng is such a lucky bastard, he actually married such a beautiful and virtuous wife.

So they set their sights on the school's young female teachers, but alas! Most were already taken, and the few remaining were simply too unattractive. In An Cheng's words, "I don't expect them to be presentable, but they can't make me want to vomit every time I see them, can they?"

Now, Ma Yifeng, who had been tidied up by Sang Weihong, was in high spirits and repeatedly invited the others to sit down.

"Sit down, sit down! Old Huang, you came empty-handed? Search your conscience and see if it hurts. Hurry back and get some tea leaves; we're just waiting for your tea to be brewed!"

Huang Xiaochuan was puzzled. This guy's hometown is famous for Tieguanyin tea, so there shouldn't be a shortage of tea, right?

Just as he was about to ask, Ma Yifeng leaned close to Huang Xiaochuan's ear and whispered, "I gave all the tea leaves away, and the ones sent from home are still on their way."

Huang Xiaochuan looked like he suddenly understood. He realized that the tea leaves probably weren't given away for free. Old Ma was quite shrewd; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to win over Sang Weihong.

However, when it's time to push your luck, you still have to: "Fine, I won't ask for more. Give me a third of the tea you sent."

Ma Yifeng wanted to jump up and down, but after thinking about it, he held back!

He gritted his teeth and agreed: "Fine! You win!"

Unexpectedly, Sang Weihong's cooking skills were quite good. She made a table full of dishes that were delicious in color, aroma and taste. The aroma made Jiao Zhiyong and An Cheng's mouths water. Now they were even more envious of Ma Yifeng, that bastard.

After bringing a bowl of pickled bamboo shoots and pork soup to the table, Sang Weihong warmly greeted the group, "Don't just stand there, come and sit down!"

Ma Yifeng busied himself opening bottles and pouring drinks for everyone: "Tomorrow is Saturday, we have to drink well tonight. I won't allow anyone to drink less."

Sang Weihong nudged Ma Yifeng with dissatisfaction: "Whatever, who else do you want to drink with?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Yifeng flattered Sang Weihong with a fawning expression, "Of course not! It's all about what you want!"

Huang Xiaochuan couldn't help but shake his head inwardly, thinking that Ma Yifeng would definitely lose his authority as a husband in the future.

After a few drinks, the group gradually became tipsy.

Jiao Zhiyong and An Cheng started talking a lot more.

With his eyes already somewhat glazed over, An Cheng picked up a piece of sweet and sour fish with his chopsticks but didn't put it in his mouth. Instead, he put it into the small bowl in front of him and even dropped his chopsticks.

"What do you guys think about me arranging a fake marriage?"

Ma Yifeng was pouring wine for the group when he heard An Cheng's words. His hand trembled involuntarily, and the wine bottle almost fell into the vegetable bowl.

Jiao Zhiyong suddenly slammed his hand on the table, causing ripples to spread across the winter melon and pork rib soup: "If you ask me, we should submit a joint petition! Why should only married faculty and staff be eligible for housing allocation? This is marital discrimination!"

Huang Xiaochuan steadily picked up a peanut, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

"Old An, I advise you to take back your idea. Those fake lovers in the finance department are practically fighting tooth and nail. They're tearing each other apart in the administration building every day. Do you want to follow in their footsteps?"

An Cheng's eyes, which had been somewhat bright, dimmed again.

Although his hands and feet were somewhat out of control, An Cheng's mind was perfectly clear, and he would rather die than follow Jiao Zhiyong's suggestion.

"If you think it's a good idea, then go for it. I think Teacher Liu is also interested in you."

The person these two mentioned, Ms. Liu from the library, is known to everyone else in the room. To be honest, Ms. Liu has a really good figure, comparable to Sang Weihong.

However, the only thing that didn't work out was his face. How should I put it? It can be described using a phrase from later generations.

His back view could captivate thousands of soldiers, but his turn could terrify a million!

This is the person An Cheng mentioned before the meal, the one who makes you want to vomit every time you see him.

If it weren't for her appearance, this Teacher Liu would probably already be taken, and Jiao Zhiyong and An Cheng wouldn't be here picking and choosing.

Huang Xiaochuan made no comment on this, but raised his glass and clinked it with Ma Yifeng's.

"Old Ma, when are you planning to invite us to your wedding?"

Ma Yifeng slurped down his drink in one gulp, grinning as he said, "We'll have to wait until the houses are allocated!"

Over there, two fellow sufferers were complaining about their wages, believing that the root of all problems was income.

Sang Weihong couldn't stand it any longer, so she acted as a guiding light for the two of them.

"Hey you two, stop being so sentimental! Do you even know how you're going to die?"

Jiao Zhiyong and An Cheng didn't understand Sang Weihong's meaning for a moment and looked at her blankly.

"How did he die?"

"You're so stupid!"

Then Sang Weihong pointed at Huang Xiaochuan: "The Zhao Gongming is right here. Why don't you two learn from him? Do you know how our school's most profitable tutoring center came about? It was his idea."

Then Sang Weihong told the three of them the whole story, leaving them stunned. They then looked at Huang Xiaochuan with burning eyes.

After listening to Sang Weihong's words, Jiao Zhiyong immediately asked Huang Xiaochuan for advice: "Old Huang, what do you think we should do?"

An Cheng and Ma Yifeng both looked at Huang Xiaochuan, wondering what kind of good idea he could come up with.

Huang Xiaochuan looked at Jiao Zhiyong, An Cheng, and Ma Yifeng. Jiao Zhiyong was an English teacher who could speak fluent American English, on par with himself.

An Cheng teaches microcomputers, which means he teaches students how to use computers, while Ma Yifeng teaches linear algebra.

Huang Xiaochuan quickly came up with a solution, but he was a little conflicted about whether it was a good idea.

But upon closer reflection, even if I didn't come up with this idea now, this industry would still emerge in the future.

After thinking it over, Huang Xiaochuan asked An Cheng, "Old An, are you proficient in computers?"

What a question! It's so tactless of you to ask a professor who teaches undergraduate computer science whether he's an expert in computers. Are you kidding me?

Seeing that An Cheng didn't understand, Huang Xiaochuan quickly added, "I'm asking, Lao An, can you assemble a computer using spare parts?"

An Cheng was surprised to hear that? This was nothing! This little thing was a piece of cake for him!

"That's too easy, it's just installing a computer!"

Huang Xiaochuan continued, "Do you know where I can find used computer parts?"

An Cheng is very familiar with these places, because he often frequents them.

"You can buy second-hand computer parts at Qiujiang Road Electronics Market, Xujiahui Computer Street, and Caoxi North Road Electronics Market. They have all kinds of brands."

Alright! That completes everything!

"What if, Lao An, Lao Jiao, and Lao Ma, the three of you went together to scavenge some used computer parts and assembled a few computers? Would that work?"

Jiao Zhiyong asked, "What's the point of installing so many computers?"

Huang Xiaochuan didn't keep them in suspense and revealed the answer directly: "Open a computer training studio, specializing in teaching people how to use computers. Nowadays, many companies require their employees to learn how to use computers, which is a huge market. Charge each person a hundred or eighty yuan for tuition, teach them DOS commands, how to type, and how to create and use charts. They can learn in half a month at most. If they encounter someone who is really too slow, I promise to keep teaching them until they learn."

The three of them immediately brightened up. That's it! Teaching people how to use computers—this method is brilliant!

Install a few computers, recruit some students for training, this business has potential.

Huang Xiaochuan didn't mention the idea of ​​a computer game room, but he was certain that it wouldn't be long before these people would turn to that direction. The reason was simple: they could earn more money that way. Everyone in an economic society is profit-driven; the pursuit of profit is human nature.

There's no need to say anything more at this point. Huang Xiaochuan has already told the three of them about cost control and business operations. Anyone who isn't a complete idiot would know what to do.

Ma Yifeng then asked An Cheng, "Old An, how much would it cost to buy used parts and assemble five computers?"

An Cheng mentally estimated: "Each one will cost eight or nine thousand."

Ma Yifeng muttered, "That would cost over 40,000 yuan, plus rent, it would be at least 50,000 yuan."

Ma Yifeng then asked An Cheng, "Old An, how much would it cost to buy used parts and assemble five computers?"

An Cheng mentally estimated: "Each one will cost eight or nine thousand."

Ma Yifeng muttered, "That would cost over 40,000 yuan, plus rent, it would be at least 50,000 yuan."

Then Ma Yifeng added, "I think I can scrape together about 20,000 yuan by asking my family for help."

Jiao Zhiyong scratched his head, looking slightly embarrassed: "My family can only give me ten thousand at most, right?"

An Cheng patted his chest and said, "We just need to buy four more computers. I just bought one recently, so add it to the mix, and I'll chip in a little more."

Ma Yifeng then looked at Huang Xiaochuan: "Old Huang, you came up with the idea, so you should contribute too. Let's do this together as a group of four."

Huang Xiaochuan touched his nose, looked at the group, and felt that he couldn't refuse, so he agreed.

"How about this, I'll put up 30,000 and buy a few more so we can turn over the money faster. I'll also get you some genuine '95s."

In fact, Huang Xiaochuan didn't care about the money at all, but the amount that the three of them could scrape together was too meager, so he had no choice but to lend a hand. This year, Microsoft's 95 was officially launched, causing a sensation in the computer industry. It completely changed people's computer usage habits, allowing ordinary people to use computers at will.

Most importantly, the integrated Gaze browser is closely related to him, and he is now a shareholder of Microsoft, albeit behind the scenes. Having Zhang Yun send some Windows 95 installation discs is not a problem.

Consider these CDs as a gift from me to these three people!

An Cheng looked at Huang Xiaochuan in surprise: "Old Huang? You're amazing! You managed to get your hands on a genuine '95' cigarette? Those things are very expensive!"

Huang Xiaochuan smiled. Very expensive? How expensive could it be? I don't need to spend any money at all, okay? Currently, there is no Chinese version of 95, only two English versions: an upgraded version priced at about $99 and a full version priced at $200.

The difference between the two versions is that the upgraded version is provided for existing customers who have used version 31 to upgrade, while the full version is provided for new users, so the full version is much more expensive.

"I have a friend in the United States whose company has a partnership with Microsoft. After the release of '95, she got a batch of genuine software. Her company doesn't need that much, and she can't sell it to others. It's just gathering dust there. You can use it if you want to open a computer training studio. Consider it a gift from me."

Upon hearing this, An Cheng immediately grinned so wide his mouth stretched all the way to his ears.

I never thought I'd be able to use an authentic 95, this is awesome!

An Cheng couldn't help but elevate Huang Xiaochuan's position in his mind by several levels, second only to An Cheng's parents and future wife. This guy was incredibly resourceful and always managed to give people a big surprise. Not only did he come up with a great idea, but he also gave such a generous gift.

These software programs are worth at least ten or twenty thousand yuan, but he didn't even blink an eye!

Huang Xiaochuan looked at An Cheng and shook his head with a smile. Next year, pirated Chinese versions of 95 will be everywhere in the world. Very few people will use the genuine version, and it will be a pure English version, which ordinary people cannot understand at all. In the end, pirated versions will dominate the domestic market.

However, this was a scheme orchestrated by Microsoft itself, a scheme that spanned more than a decade. With the arrival of the big data era, the days of piracy are coming to an end. But people have become accustomed to using a series of constantly upgraded operating systems, and once users have formed a habit, it is not so easy to change it.

With the general direction set, the group drank a few glasses of wine, full of confidence, and decided to discuss the details tomorrow.

However, Huang Xiaochuan stated that he was only responsible for investing money and would not be involved in the operation.

This might be Huang Xiaochuan's smallest investment project in recent years!