Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 179 The third time, Murphy's Law
In the following days, Jiang Qing did not go to the company again.

The sheer number of media outlets camping out at Wuwen Technology every day is outrageous, forcing him to temporarily avoid the limelight.

The problem is that project collaboration invitations are coming in like snowflakes, and the entire Wuwen Technology is spinning like a top. Even though many have been rejected, there are still many projects waiting in line.

Jiang Qinghua spent time carefully selecting some projects that were both highly rewarding and effortless. Even though the projects he chose were less than one-tenth of the many cooperation invitations, they would still keep his company busy until at least the middle of next year.

With JD.com and Xiaomi as prime examples, no company wants to fall behind.

Although Wuwen Technology has always enjoyed a high reputation in the industry, the cases of JD.com and Xiaomi far exceed the industry's assessment of Wuwen Technology's strength.

After August 9th, Zhonglian conducted a new assessment of Wuwen Technology's market value, which has now risen to 18 billion yuan. The report also emphasized that once Wuwen Technology goes public, its valuation may surge to 150 billion yuan, causing a stir in the entire technology industry.

Everyone knows that Jiang Qing is the core of Wuwen Technology.

Otherwise, are the engineers at companies like Tencent, Huawei, and Ali just for show?

They have gathered the nation's and even the world's top talents, but it's only because of Jiang Qing's presence that many of these top talents don't stand out as much.

The industry is now waiting to see what Jiang Qing will do next. If he can create a similar project, the attitude of the major Chinese internet companies towards him might not be the same now.

A person who cannot be used for one's own purposes is not a good person.

What upset many media outlets was that Jiang Qing refused to be interviewed, even though they camped out at Wuwen Technology's entrance every day.

As new events continue to occur, the level of discussion surrounding Wuwen Technology and Jiang Qing is gradually decreasing.

But the undercurrents never ceased.

Time marches on, and soon it's August 13th.

Today is the day Wang Sulong is holding his concert.

At 3 p.m., Exit C of Jinling Olympic Sports Center subway station was already crowded with girls holding blue light sticks.

Two girls in JK uniforms were squatting next to an escalator, counting supplies, when a Weibo notification suddenly popped up on their phone screen.

"The support bus for the Wang Feng family has arrived!"

"The fourth one is a Little Star themed car!"

The short-haired girl cheered and grabbed her companion's sleeve as they ran towards the west square.

Behind them, an electronic screen was playing a loop of a vlog posted yesterday by Wang Sulong's studio, showing him rehearsing at the Olympic Sports Center yesterday.

At this moment, in the executive lounge of the Xuanwu Hotel, Jiang Qing, who had arrived that morning, was rubbing his temples.

Four of the top 20 trending topics on Weibo's entertainment list are related to Wang Sulong. "Wang Sulong's Jinling Concert" is followed by "Zhou Ye injured while suspended by wires in Hengdian". Between the two trending topics is an inconspicuous one: "Scalpers arrested on the west side of the Olympic Sports Center".

Ono: "I just lost my balance during takeoff and fell, suffering minor scrapes. It's not as serious as the internet says. If the director hadn't been worried about my condition, we could have filmed right away. Don't worry, it's okay, it's okay (puppy tilts head)"

Seeing the message Zhou Ye sent in the chat box, Jiang Qing finally felt relieved and immediately started typing on the keyboard.

"Just stay put and rest today. I'll send you photos of the scene later."

Zhou Ye replied almost instantly.

Ono: "I want to go to a concert too!!! (envious)"

Jiang Qing smiled and was about to type when she was suddenly interrupted by cheers coming from outside the hotel.

Turning my head and looking down through the window, I saw a lot of fans gathering in the open space below. This hotel is not far from the concert venue, and many fans with good financial means stay here. I glanced around and saw at least seventy or eighty people, and almost all of them were girls.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a scene. After glancing at it, he continued to reply to Ono, telling her to be a good girl and rest.

Li Xueqin was scrolling through her WeChat Moments on a sofa in the hallway, sipping a straw, when she suddenly burst out laughing.

"Jiang Qing, quickly look at the video Sister Meng posted on Weibo!"

Jiang Qing put away her phone and leaned closer to take a look. In the video, Meng Ziyi, dressed in a fashionable outfit, was making a heart shape with her hands towards the camera.

"Although I'm in Paris for the fashion show, my soul is at the Nanjing Olympic Sports Center! Go Longlong!"

French announcements could be heard in the background, and the location indicated that the airport was Charles de Gaulle Airport.

Jiang Qing suddenly realized that she hadn't seen her for a while. Recently, this older sister had been busy recording variety shows, traveling back and forth between Changsha and Hangzhou.

Since Peach Blossom Valley, Meng Jie's reputation has turned around. Her "silly beauty" image has become deeply rooted in people's hearts, making her a hot commodity that various variety shows are vying to invite.

Simply put, the show was just too entertaining.

He doesn't seem very bright, and his mouth talks faster than his brain, but he can always come up with a witty remark or two from time to time, making everyone laugh.

These days, who doesn't call her "Sister Meng" in all the variety shows?
Guo Qilin swayed over and glanced at the comments section.

"Good heavens, why did she set the group photo we took in Peach Blossom Village as her screensaver?"

Spicy Sheep suddenly pointed out the window and exclaimed.

"The support vehicles have blocked Xuanwu Avenue!"

Not far away, six double-decker buses were slowly moving, their "100,000 Volts 2.0" lightning bolt logos standing out prominently in the blazing sun.

Inside the panoramic sunroof of the second car, fifty fans wearing T-shirts in their support colors were rehearsing a hand gesture dance, their movements as synchronized as professional dancers.

Jiang Qing pulled himself out of his thoughts, put on his baseball cap, and stood up to look at Li Xueqin and the others.

"Shouldn't we set off now? We'll be stuck in traffic if we're late."

"Yes, let's go there sooner rather than later."

The three agreed and then walked together toward the elevator.

The paparazzi staking out the underground parking garage were dozing off when they were suddenly startled awake by the sound of an engine.

They received information that several members of group 650 were staying at this hotel, and had been lying in wait there for some time.

A man in a black polo shirt suddenly raised his camera, but the lens only captured the taillights of the car.

"It's someone from 650!"

As soon as the car drove out of the garage, a female fan suddenly screamed in a hysterical voice.

The crowd erupted instantly, with over twenty mobile phone cameras frantically snapping photos of Jiang Qing and his group's van.

The rear window of the car slowly rolled down a crack, and Guo Qilin's round face suddenly appeared in front of the camera.

"Take a clearer picture! My left profile looks better in photos!"

Laughter came from inside the car from Li Xueqin and Lamu Yangzi. The two of them quickly pulled Guo Qilin, the conspicuous one, back and closed the car window.

If we get blocked, it won't be easy to leave.

The south plaza of the Olympic Sports Center looks like a giant theme park right now.

The 30-meter-long "Universal Gravitation" lyrics wall was crowded with tourists taking photos, and staff dressed as mascots were distributing custom-made masks.

The sausage vendor was watching a live stream while hawking his wares.

"Wang Sulong's favorite iced lemon tea! Buy two cups and get a free support banner!"

"Do you need tickets, sisters?"

A scalper randomly grabbed a passerby's sleeve and pulled out a thick stack of tickets from a canvas bag.

"First three rows inside, with autographed items."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the security guard's whistle, and the scalpers scattered like birds and beasts, surging into the subway entrance like a school of startled sardines.

A street band of twenty members was playing "Geng". The lead female singer had a clear voice, and the crowd gradually gathered around and formed a concentric circle.

More and more fans gathered in the square, and there was almost nowhere to stand in the surging crowd. As dusk deepened, layers of pink and purple sunset clouds spread across the western sky, making the south square look like a pot of boiling dumpling soup.

Jiang Qing pulled her black mask up a bit, grabbed Guo Qilin's backpack strap with her left hand, and had Li Xueqin and Lamu Yangzi supporting her right arm on either side. The four of them moved with difficulty through the crowd like a string of candied hawthorns.

"Old Jiang, your shoelaces!"

Yoko suddenly bent over and was almost hit on the head by a support flag rushing from behind.

Just as Jiang Qing was about to lower his head, Guo Qilin swiftly grabbed the hood of his sweatshirt.

"Don't stop! This wave of people is coming! Good heavens, how can there be so many people?"

"Stop dawdling and get going! I don't want to be squeezed into a pulp!"

Li Xueqin's muffled voice came through her mask.

At ticket gate number 2, 15 meters away, a girl wearing a sun-protective suit was pulling her fisherman's hat brim down to her eyebrows.

In addition, she was wearing a black mask and sunglasses, completely obscuring her face and making it impossible to see her true appearance.

Another girl next to her was holding up two support light boards, looking like a crab walking sideways.

"Little darling, hold on tight! Someone was staring at you for a long time just now, I reckon she might have recognized you!"

"How could that be? Even my own mother might not recognize me if she came!"

The girl in the fisherman's hat looked herself up and down, and said with certainty.

After saying that, she glanced at the seemingly endless crowd and thought that even if she squeezed in, she probably wouldn't have the energy to sing along anymore.

Where did all these people come from?!
On the other side, the crowd suddenly surged, and Jiang Qing felt something soft bump against his back.

He turned around and saw three girls dressed as Pikachu mascots stuck at the turnstile, their fluffy tails brushing against his calves.

"Sorry, handsome!"

A muffled apology came from the doll's head.

Li Xueqin laughed so hard she shook when she saw this.

"This is even more exciting than our school's sports meet!"

"Look at that!"

Yoko suddenly pointed to the sky.

Twenty drones were arranged in the shape of musical notes, and fans wearing T-shirts in their support colors shouted slogans in unison, the sound waves shaking the security checkpoint tent.

Guo Qilin stood on tiptoe and looked around.

"Wow, this is way more exciting than our Deyun Club's year-end performance!"

The group burst into laughter.

Not to mention him, Jiang Qing was also seeing this kind of scene for the first time.

The number of fans at the event was far greater and more enthusiastic than the tech enthusiasts at the last Baidu AI Conference.

The girl in the fisherman's hat had just squeezed into the electronic ticket checking area when her sunglasses were pushed down to the tip of her nose.

Just as she was about to raise her hand to help, she was suddenly bumped into by someone rushing from behind, causing her to stumble.

The lip balm in her canvas bag rolled to the feet of the person in front of her, but she couldn't find it when she bent down to pick it up.

"Here are your things, classmate."

A gentle male voice suddenly came from above.

When the girl in the fisherman's hat looked up, she saw a boy wearing a black mask, his fingertips pinching her lipstick.

"Thank you."

She nodded her thanks, but when she looked up and met his eyes, she suddenly froze.

It's him!

The girl's breath hitched.

Before I could even speak, the other person had already been pushed around by the crowd and turned past the ticket gate.

Gazing at that retreating figure, the girl's eyes behind her sunglasses curved into two bridges.

We met again.

In the third row of Section A, Jiang Qing had just stuffed the support gift bag under her seat when she heard Guo Qilin counting seat numbers.

"17 to 20... The organizers are really generous! Right in front of the center of the stage!"

"Just kidding, this was personally left by our Director Wang."

Li Xueqin responded with a smile.

Yoko was unpacking a glow stick, making jokes as she did so.

"We need to give Director Wang a proper welcome later, so let's all wave our flags in unison!"

"It is a must!"

"I ate a big lunch so I could perform well tonight!"

What did Lao Jiang say?

Jiang Qing saw the three of them looking over at the same time, and waved her glow stick with a smile.

"No problem at all."

"Got it!"

Li Xueqin and the other two then looked away and continued with other topics.

At that moment, Jiang Qing felt a light tap on the back of her shoulder.

The airflow created by his turn lifted the support booklet on the seat, just as the stadium lights dimmed.

The girl in the fisherman's hat tilted her head and took off her sunglasses. The sequins on her eyelashes shimmered in the rising blue-purple light, like the surface of a lake where stars had been hidden.

"This is the third time."

She held up three fingers, two parentheses appearing on her lips, her smile dazzlingly bright.

"What scientific principles will Dr. Jiang use to explain this phenomenon this time?"

Jiang Qing was still holding onto the armrest of the seat, lost in thought for a moment. She had imagined the scene of their reunion many times, but she never thought it would be like this.

He saw his stunned face reflected in her pupils. The cheers around him receded like a tide, leaving only the muffled sound of his heart pounding in his chest.

"may be……"

Staring into those eyes that were still as bright as when they first met, the smile in his eyes gradually spread to the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Murphy's Law".

Suddenly, a galaxy-like light effect shone down from the stadium ceiling.

Their eyes met, and the melody of "Lover Missed" inexplicably echoed in their ears.

(End of this chapter)