The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 21: By the start of the school year, he already had a net worth of tens of millions.

Due to the Olympics, the start of the semester for most universities in Beijing has been postponed to September.

Xie Zhiyao and Xie Siping arrived in Yanjing by plane on September 4th and completed their enrollment procedures at the Central University of Finance and Economics on the same day.

Yang Muyi took a taxi and found a small restaurant near the school to treat the father and son to a meal.

Xie Siping listened to the advice and actually started an online store.

During the meal, Xie Siping kept talking about this to Yang Muyi, and Xie Zhiyao couldn't get a word in edgewise.

Yang Muyi wasn't very familiar with online stores, but he reminded Xie Siping to pay attention to negative reviews and to prioritize building a good reputation, even if it meant taking a loss.

During the conversation, Yang Muye noticed that Xie Zhiyao seemed a bit listless.

"Why are you already so listless as soon as school starts?"

"You're the one who's withered!" Xie Zhiyao said irritably.

I went to the airport to wait for my flight at 4 a.m. After arriving here, I was busy with the enrollment procedures, dragging my bulky and heavy suitcase back and forth on campus, and finally climbed seven floors in one go to get to my dormitory.

The father and son would just grab some bread and bottled water for lunch.

Yang Muye looked at Xie Zhiyao with sympathy: "I told you we should go out for a big meal together, but you wouldn't listen."

Xie Zhiyao felt helpless.

Was it because he refused? It was because Xie Siping didn't want Yang Muye to spend too much money and insisted on finding a small restaurant near the school to eat at.

"Uncle Siping, didn't Ayao tell you? You really don't need to save me money."

Xie Siping assumed Yang Muye was referring to winning over two million yuan in the lottery, and said very firmly, "Winning the lottery is your own achievement. Your parents will still give you living expenses, won't they? Money should be spent wisely."

Xie Zhiyao, who was standing to the side, wanted to correct him. Yang Muye's earnings were no longer just around two million. The game he was making had become a phenomenal hit, and he had already earned over ten million in just this period of time.

This is also why Xie Zhiyao was so unhappy.

Studies in human behavior show that you feel sad when your best friend fails, but you feel even sadder when your best friend succeeds.

Yang Muye also realized this problem and changed the subject:

What's the situation in your dorm?

"A six-person room with bunk beds, and inside there was only an iron rack for placing washbasins and a large table."

Before Xie Zhiyao could finish speaking, Xie Siping interrupted:
“Aside from the fact that the building is a bit high up and climbing the stairs is tiring, I think everything else is pretty good. Weren’t your high school dorm rooms for eight people? Now, six people can live in a room that is much more spacious.”

Xie Zhiyao was too lazy to refute Xie Siping.

Can high school and university be the same?

Who studies so hard to get into university just to continue living the same life as in high school?

Xie Siping had no idea about these things, and then asked about Yang Muyi's school situation, mainly about food and accommodation.

Yang Muye glanced at Xie Zhiyao.

"Okay?"

Xie Siping was quite concerned about Yang Muye's situation: "What do you mean 'not bad'? How many people are staying in the room?"

"A four-person room with bunk beds and desks, a balcony and a toilet, and air conditioning and heating. It's much better than the conditions in that cheap hotel you insist on staying in."

The speaker was Xie Zhiyao.

Yang Muyi hadn't even complained yet, but Xie Zhiyao had already started to think that Xie Siping had too many problems.

Xie Siping, oblivious to this, continued with great interest, "Oh, so it can't be called a dormitory anymore, it has to be called an apartment, right?" "Yes, a student apartment."

Yang Muye now felt some sympathy for Xie Zhiyao.

My own father always brings up topics that are hard to swallow; every word he says is a stab in the heart!

"By the way, Muye, have you completed your enrollment procedures yet?" Xie Siping asked again.

"No, there are too many people today, so I won't go. I'll go tomorrow afternoon when there are fewer people. Anyway, the hotel is right next door, just a few steps from the school."

"But it'll be a real loss if we go late, all the good beds will be taken—"

Before he could finish speaking, Xie Zhiyao impatiently interrupted him:
"Dad, don't worry about Muye. It's a student dormitory. Even the worst bed there is a million times better than our six-person bunk bed."

That being said, there are still differences in the quality of beds in four-person dorm rooms in student apartments.

The two beds near the balcony have better lighting, but you can easily smell the odor coming from the toilet.

The two beds closest to the door will then face the inconvenience of opening and closing the door and turning the lights on and off.

However, Yang Muye did not say these words in front of Xie Zhiyao again, lest he be mistaken for Versailles.

In fact, it didn't really matter to Yang Muye which bed he stayed in in the four-person room.

If you don't like it, just stay in a hotel. It's that simple.

The key is whether you get along with your roommates.

After finishing his meal, Yang Muyi called the waiter to settle the bill, but Xie Siping insisted on paying.

Unable to win the argument, Yang Muye gave up.

While Xie Siping went to pay the bill, Xie Zhiyao, who was sitting at the table, suddenly sighed.

"Makino, what do you think about me switching my major to computer science?"

Yang Muyi's first reaction was that Xie Zhiyao had eaten too much, and then he realized that he had provoked Xie Zhiyao.

"All I can say is that you have ideas, but you also have to consider the reality, right? I don't know if the Central University of Finance and Economics has a computer science major. Even if it does, it's just there to make up the numbers. At least half of the students there, if not all of them, were transferred there. And you, on the contrary, actively transferred there. Isn't that a complete waste?"

Xie Zhiyao was about to retort, but Yang Muye didn't give him a chance to speak: "Forget about changing your major. If you are really interested in computers, you can consider self-study or a double degree. But before that, you should first think clearly about whether you really like computers or just see that the computer industry is profitable. If it's the latter, I advise you to be cautious."

Just then, Xie Siping returned after settling his bill.

"What are you talking about?"

"We were talking about the postgraduate entrance exam," Yang Muye said, covering for Xie Zhiyao.

"Taking the postgraduate entrance exam is great. I heard that Ayao is studying investment, and graduates are in high demand. They all go to securities companies, venture capital firms, and other such places, where they can make a lot of money."

Xie Siping's eyes lit up as he spoke, but Xie Zhiyao was not swayed by the promising financial prospects.

Yang Muye, who spent his college entrance exams with his friends at internet cafes, has amassed a fortune of tens of millions in just one holiday.

Xie Zhiyao's view of Yang Muye now is like a frog in a well looking at the moon in the sky.

If Yang Muye goes on to study for three more years after graduating with his bachelor's degree, won't he be as insignificant as an ant when he finally sees the blue sky?
At the entrance of the small restaurant, Xie Siping and his son Xie Zhiyao watched Yang Muye get into a taxi and leave.

Soon, Xie Zhiyao received a text message from Yang Muye on his phone.

“If you’re interested, you can look into the experience of Wang Xing, the founder of Xiaonei.com. He had to sell Xiaonei.com because he wasn’t good at dealing with venture capitalists. And Wang Xing’s situation is not an isolated case in the internet industry. If you really want to work in this industry, you don’t necessarily have to study computer science. You can find a friend who is a computer science major to start a business together. One of you can be responsible for technology, and the other can be responsible for dealing with capital.”

(End of this chapter)