Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 306 Moving at breakneck speed

With Xiao Yunqing's confirmation, Song Huan felt more confident.

He returned to school but did not immediately go to find Zhou Qing.

If someone who has been kicked out goes back to knock on the door the next day, that's not persistence, that's annoying.

He spent several days touring around the Computer Science Department at Nanjing University.

Inquire about someone.

The faces of people engrossed in eating in the graduate student dormitories, laboratories, department bulletin boards, and even in the corners of the cafeteria.

He looked at them one by one and talked to them one by one.

A few days later, he made an appointment with two people.

Sun Ming and Li Xiao are marginal graduate students under Zhou Qing.

We arranged to meet at a Hunan restaurant outside the school gate.

Song Huan ordered a dish of chopped chili fish head, a dish of stir-fried beef with yellow peppers, and a dish of spicy and sour chicken giblets, all of which are dishes that go well with rice.

Sun Ming arrived first; he was tall and thin, and wore thick-rimmed black glasses.

He stood at the doorway, glanced inside, hesitated for a moment, and then walked in.

Li Xiao arrived a few minutes late. He was slightly chubby and had a "I've come to take a look" expression on his face. After sitting down, he first took apart the tableware on the table and rinsed it with tea. It was obvious that he and Song Huan were from the same hometown.

The two of them were also looking at Song Huan sitting opposite them.

The freshman was wearing a clean white T-shirt and had a smile on his face.

"Brother Sun, Brother Li, have some food!"

Song Huan spun the turntable, and the chopped chili fish head was placed in front of the two of them.

The direction the fish's head is facing is very important!

Sun Ming didn't touch his chopsticks.

He looked at Song Huan, "Junior Song, what brings you here?"

Li Xiao chimed in from the side, her tone carrying a hint of self-deprecation, "The two of us aren't exactly big shots with Professor Zhou. If you're looking for connections, you've come to the wrong person."

Song Huan smiled.

He knew, of course, that they weren't celebrities.

He won't invite celebrities out.

After making inquiries over the past few days, I learned that Sun Ming and Li Xiao have been working under Zhou Qing for almost two years, doing the most menial jobs.

Organizing data, running errands to deliver materials, and assisting my senior's research project.

He was listed last in the paper's authorship list, received the lowest level of subsidy, and never even touched the key to Zhou Qing's office.

They don't get to contribute research findings, so they have nothing to write on their graduate school application resumes.

I'll graduate in just one more year. What will I have to compete with others then?

Both of them knew this in their hearts, but neither of them said it out loud.

Song Huan picked up the teapot and poured tea for the two of them.

"Brother Sun, Brother Li, I'm here today not to talk about ideals, but only about interests."

Sun Ming's finger paused for a moment on the rim of the teacup.

Li Xiao's "I just came to take a look" expression also disappeared.

"I'm working on a food delivery platform project. The backend architecture is under construction, and we need people for frontend development, product management, and operations. If you come, you'll get a share of the results. Project data, technical documentation, and system architecture can all be included in your resumes. The salary will be double your current subsidies."

Song Huan paused, put down the teapot, and said, "Include Professor Zhou's research group as the author of the research project."

Sun Ming's Adam's apple bobbed.

Li Xiao's chopsticks were suspended in mid-air, holding a piece of spicy and sour chicken giblets, but she forgot to put it in her mouth.

What they both lack most.

Practical achievements, project data, highlights on the graduate school application resume, and authorship related to Zhou Qing's research group.

Song Huan gave it all in one sentence.

Sun Ming lowered his head and looked at the cup of tea in front of him.

The tea leaves settled at the bottom of the cup, one by one.

He was silent.

Li Xiao stuffed the spicy and sour chicken giblets into his mouth, chewed them, and swallowed them.

I picked up another piece.

Song Huan looked at them.

He knew what they were thinking through their inner voices.

Sun Ming wondered: [Is this person telling the truth? Where would a freshman get money and resources?]

Li Xiao was thinking: [How do I explain this to my advisor? What if they find out?]

But Song Huan also knew that these concerns were nothing compared to the fact that "there was nothing to write on her graduate school application resume."

Sun Ming coughed and said, "Junior, if it's because of this, then you've come to the wrong person. Your senior Li and I are not that kind of people."

Li Xiaomo remained silent, but nodded.

Song Huan's heart skipped a beat, then she silently reached out and took out two stacks of cash from her pocket.

Red, brand new, the banknotes were still sealed on the bundle of paper.

One thousand yuan.

One thousand yuan per person!

He placed it on the table and pushed it in front of the two people.

Sun Ming looked at the stack of money, and Li Xiao looked at it too.

"I know graduate school life is tough."

Song Huan's voice was not loud, "Gentlemen, consider this as an advance on your wages. Your wages will only increase in the future."

Sun Ming and Li Xiao exchanged a glance, and their Adam's apples bobbed simultaneously.

Then the two of them simultaneously reached out and quietly took the wad of cash, stuffing it into their pockets.

"Junior, you have a good eye for people."

……

Sun Ming and Li Xiao had settled things, but Song Huan didn't immediately go to find Zhou Qing.

Inside the defense are the eyes and ears, but to truly get the project running, you also need hands and feet.

He began recruiting from within the Computer Science Department of Nanjing University.

Students working part-time, ordinary programming enthusiasts, and even internet addicts who spend all day in computer labs.

He'll take anything as long as the skills are top-notch!

The offered salary far exceeds the average level of campus part-time jobs.

Within days of the news spreading, a long line of people had signed up.

Song Huan personally conducted the assessments, ignoring GPA and certificates, focusing solely on practical skills.

Students will work on a computer, complete a simple functional module within a time limit.

Those who can make it work stay; those who can't, leave.

Most of them were eliminated, leaving ten people, all of whom were highly skilled.

During the evaluation process, he kept an eye on one person.

Feng Jingshi.

He heard this name from several students who had been rejected.

At the time, two boys next to me were chatting quietly, saying, "If Feng Jingshi were here, he could probably finish this question in ten minutes."

Another person said, "Forget it, who would want to be in a group with someone like him?"

Song Huan looked up, feeling that the name sounded familiar, and asked, "Who is Feng Jingshi?"

The two boys exchanged a glance.

"He's a sophomore, incredibly skilled technically, and I heard he hacked hardware in high school. But he failed too many courses, was rebellious, and the teachers stopped paying attention to him. No one in his class wanted to team up with him, so he was always alone, like a ghost."

Song Huan was stunned.

Feng Jingshi.

He repeated those three words to himself, and then he remembered.

In his previous life, when he worked in the computer industry in Nanjiang, the name Feng Jingshi was at the very top of the pyramid among his circle of people.

How advanced is the technology?

It is said that once his website was maliciously attacked by a competitor, and the server almost crashed.

He sat alone in front of the computer from 8 p.m. to 3 a.m., not only defending against all the attacks, but also uncovering the attacker's IP address, tracing the network cable to their hideout, and directly calling the police.

When that person was later arrested, he didn't even know how he had been exposed.

Damn, this is practically a god-like existence.

And now, this god is holed up in some corner of Nanjing University's Computer Science Department, failing courses, isolated, and looked down upon by everyone.

It took Song Huan two days to find him.

It wasn't through the department's roster; I waited outside the computer lab for three nights.

Around 10 p.m. on the third night, as the lights in the computer room were about to be turned off, a boy walked out of it.

He was short and thin, wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled down over his head.

Well, this outfit, if it were up to today, would probably be considered a Jiahao suit.

His face was expressionless, and there were bluish-gray spots under his eyes, clearly indicating that he had been staying up late for a long time.

Song Huan walked up. "Feng Jingshi."

Feng Jingshi stopped and glanced at him.

That glance was devoid of any warmth.

"Who are you?"

"Song Huan, a freshman majoring in computer science."

Feng Jingshi didn't say anything and continued walking past him.

Song Huan followed up, "I'm working on a project and I'm short of a technical lead."

"Not interested."

He didn't stop walking.

Song Huan stood beside him and said, "You name your salary."

Feng Jingshi stopped, turned his head, and looked at Song Huan for several seconds.

Sure enough, no matter who you are, you can't avoid the issue of money.

However, winning him over requires more than just money.

Song Huan spoke sincerely, "I'm short of people, and you're short of an opportunity. You set the salary, you lead the team, you decide on the technical solutions, and I won't interfere."

Feng Jingshi remained silent for a while.

Then he spoke up, "Aren't you afraid I'll ruin your project?"

"You won't."

How did you know?

Song Huan shrugged. "Because you messed up, you're back to that state where nobody respects you, and you won't let yourself go back."

Feng Jingshi stared at the freshman in front of him for a long time, probably never expecting to be invited to such an event.

Then he looked away. "When do we start?"

"tomorrow."

……

The next day, Song Huan brought Feng Jingshi to the ten people.

"This is Feng Jingshi, the team leader's technical director. From now on, he will determine the technical solutions and control the progress. His decisions are my decisions."

Some of the ten people recognized him and whispered among themselves.

Feng Jingshi stood there, his hands in his hoodie pockets, his face expressionless.

But his hand clenched tightly inside his pocket.

Song Huan led the group through the old alley and arrived at the old dormitory building near Nanjing University.

He pushed open the door.

Wu Tian was sitting in that small office, facing the computer.

The light from the screen shone on his face, clearly illuminating his bluish-gray eye circles and bloodshot whites of his eyes.

Empty coffee cans and instant noodle boxes were piled on the table, and a layer of cigarette ash covered the keyboard.

He looked up when he heard the door open.

The moment he saw Song Huan, the expression on his face changed from exhaustion to anger, and then from anger to a complex "you fucking know how to come back" feeling.

He opened his mouth, about to start cursing.

Then he saw what was behind Song Huan.

One, two, three, four, five... a group of people filed in.

Some were carrying laptop bags, others were carrying peripherals, and still others were clutching resumes.

Walking at the very back was Feng Jingshi, wearing a hoodie and expressionless.

The small office was suddenly packed with people.

Wu Tian opened his mouth, but the words stuck in his throat and wouldn't come out.

Feng Jingshi stood in the crowd, looking around.

The walls were freshly painted, and the floor tiles were newly laid, but there were still open cardboard boxes piled up in the corner, and the network cable was tangled up and dragged from the table to the floor.

The environment was so rudimentary that it didn't look like a proper startup.

Then his gaze fell on Wu Tian.

The monitor was covered with dense code, the table was piled high with empty coffee cans, the keyboard was covered in cigarette ash, and those bloodshot eyes were also there.

He watched for a long time.

Several teammates nearby also saw it.

The person who had been muttering "How could this be so shabby?" suddenly fell silent.

They looked at Wu Tian, ​​the man who had been working alone in the cramped office for more than ten days.

His eyes changed.

The initial scrutiny turned into respect, and the question "Who is this?" was replaced by "This is a senior!"

Song Huan walked behind the door and picked up the broom leaning against the corner of the wall.

There was dust, scraps of paper, and foam particles that had fallen from the cardboard boxes on the ground.

He bent down and began to sweep.

"Old Wu, thank you for your hard work."

He swept the foam particles into the dustpan.

"I've brought the person to you."

Wu Tian stood there.

His Adam's apple moved slightly.

I wanted to say something, but everything was left unsaid.

Then he nodded without saying anything.

Feng Jingshi placed the laptop bag on the table, unzipped it, and took out the laptop.

He glanced at Wu Tian.

"Let me take a look at the backend architecture."

Wu Tian paused for a moment, then quickly sat back down at the computer and opened the folder.

The two people huddled in front of the screen. One pointed at the code and said, "I've left an interface here," while the other said, "This module can be optimized."

People around them started moving around too; some moved chairs, some tidied up network cables, and some turned on their computers to install the necessary software.

The clatter of keyboards filled the air.

Song Huan bent over and continued sweeping the floor.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the floor and onto the busy figures.

We've finally gotten started.

Song Huan sighed.