King of Technology: A Fresh Start in 1983

Zhan Yiling looked dejected: "Forget it! If I can't go abroad, then I won't go."

"I did want to go abroad before, but then you said I wouldn't go abroad, and I'm doing just fine, aren't I?"

"I didn't stop you. If you want to go abroad, then go ahead," He Fan said defiantly.

"Oh dear! I didn't say you were the one stopping me; it was my own choice."

"Can't you just think more positively? Can't you make yourself happy?"

"Happy? If you encountered these things, if you found that everyone was against you, could you be happy?"

"Sure, why not? Even if you can't go out, have no job, and no money, you can still be happy every day."

Hearing Zhan Yiling's words, He Fan was stunned. He turned to look at Zhan Yiling and asked, "What did you say?"

His eyes gradually brightened: "How can I be happy?"

Zhan Yiling took He Fan's arm, a shy smile on her face.

"Let's go home! Forget about how those people were against you, just think about how I was always the one opposing you..."

From the first floor to the sixth floor, Zhan Yiling took longer this time than ever before.

She followed behind He Fan, taking steps while pondering to herself.

She understood He Fan's needs, and she also understood her own.

She just needs to make a decision.

Should that moment, which was so significant for her, have come so early and so suddenly?

She was completely unprepared, both mentally and emotionally.

But then I thought again, maybe she had already prepared herself in her heart, but only realized it today.

Since that's the case, let's hope that day comes sooner rather than later!

He Fan walked into the room with a miserable expression: "It's meaningless, there's no hope, everything's gone..."

Zhan Yiling shouted, "No! You have me, you have your parents, and you have Zhang Wei!"

"You can keep looking for a job! How can you say there's no hope?!"

He Fan screamed, "My file is with the local street office now. Do you think finding a job is that easy?"

"Why is it hard to find someone? Chen Jianghe and Professor Li have been trying to persuade you to stay, but you just didn't like Tiangong..."

"Those old fogies, all they do is tinker with things that are out of touch with the market, it's pointless!"

"Then don't rush! Take your time. I'll be there for you. We're only twenty-three, we have plenty of time."

He Fan silently walked back to his room, sat on the edge of the bed, and said sadly, "Take it slow, it's too far away, I can't wait."

"I want today to be different from yesterday, I want tomorrow to be different from today, I can't wait ten or twenty years..."

Upon hearing He Fan's words, Zhan Yiling's heart skipped a beat!

She may not be able to make He Fan's tomorrow different from his today, but she can definitely make his today different from his yesterday!

She walked to the window, glanced outside, and casually drew the curtains.

She then picked up a copy of the "Cihai" dictionary from her desk and pressed the bottom of the curtains against the windowsill.

At this moment, He Fan ignored Zhan Yiling's actions and remained sitting there expressionless.

Zhan Yiling walked to the bedside, sat down next to He Fan, and exaggeratedly fanned her face with her hand: "It's so hot."

He Fan was a little unhappy: "My heart is completely cold, but you still complain about being hot."

"Really, touch it if you don't believe me." Zhan Yiling pulled He Fan's hand and pressed it against her face.

Immediately, the two looked at each other in surprise.

Zhan Yiling's face was indeed burning hot, while He Fan's hands were indeed ice cold.

He Fan pointed to the door: "The fan is in Zhang Wei's room. He gets hot easily. If you want some air, you can move it inside."

Zhan Yiling ignored He Fan's words and lowered her head, fiddling with her fingers.

Suddenly, with a "snap," she unbuckled her belt, pulled it out, and placed it beside the bed.

The belt buckle, dragging the belt, slid from the bedside to the floor with a "snap".

He Fan was startled and turned his head to stare blankly at Zhan Yiling.

A glimmer appeared in his eyes, growing brighter and brighter, filled not only with intelligence but also with longing.

At this moment, Zhan Yiling was breathing rapidly, and her heart was beating several beats faster.

She watched every change in He Fan…

Then a wicked grin spread across his face, and he asked, "Didn't you always forbid me from touching you before?"

Zhan Yiling bit her lip: "From today onwards, anything you're willing to do is fine with me."

...

After a while, Zhan Yiling suddenly said, "Let's play a song. It's too quiet, and I'm getting nervous."

He Fan, who was already extremely nervous, quickly got up and pressed the play button on the dual cassette recorder on the writing desk.

The song "Asian Heroic Spirit" sung by Wei Wei and Liu Huan suddenly echoed in the room.

...

After a long while, Zhan Yiling asked softly, "Will you remember today?"

"Yes, I will always remember it." He Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhan Yiling then asked, "Tell me, is today different from yesterday?"

He Fan turned to look at Zhan Yiling and nodded vigorously: "It's different!"

"Would you like to do it again tomorrow? So that tomorrow will be different from today?"

"Tomorrow? You don't have to work during the day? But Zhang Wei is at night..."

"If I don't want to go to work, I don't want to go to work. I can just quit my job. What's the big deal? I'll stay with you..."

Seeing He Fan's anxious and silly look, Zhan Yiling smiled slightly: "If you want it, you can always find a way."

"As long as a person has a thought, there is hope; and with hope, a solution can be found."

Suddenly, a "click" sound rang out in the room, startling both of them!

It turned out to be the sound of the play button popping up automatically when the tape reached the end.

"This tape recorder is too old; it doesn't even have an automatic flip function."

"Once I make a lot of money, I'll immediately upgrade to a Hitachi TRK-3D5E," He Fan said confidently.

Upon hearing this, Zhan Yiling excitedly propped herself up and leaned closer to He Fan's face: "Really? You want to make money? That's great!"

He Fan looked at Zhan Yiling with a puzzled expression: "Making money is a very natural thing, isn't it? What's wrong with it?"

"Of course that's great! From now on, all you'll think about every day, besides me, is how to make money. That way you won't have any wild thoughts."

As Zhan Yiling spoke, she quietly looked at He Fan, a charming smile appearing on her face.

He Fan felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at.

He scratched his face and then wiped his neck, thinking there was something stuck to his body.

Seeing his bewildered expression, Zhan Yiling smiled happily: "I love you just the way you are. Even though you're unemployed and earning no money, you still have a tough spirit, and you're so cool!"

"Hey, who said I'm not earning a single penny? How do you know I'm not earning money?"

"During the Spring Festival of 80, I spent less than 600 yuan to buy 100 sheets of monkey stamps. Guess how much I'd make now?"

Zhan Yiling shook her head.

He Fan then smiled again: "You and Zhang Wei both think that I like to get stuck on trivial details and have unrealistic ambitions..."

"To tell you the truth, I'm not reconciled, I can't get over this hurdle in my mind."

"Once I figure things out, I'll be more daring than anyone else! Just you wait and see!"