“You’re still a college student and still fighting. It’s so childish and has no meaning at all.” Cao Guangyu looked disdainful and took out a full-screen mobile phone from his pocket and clicked twice.
The eyes of Zhou Chao and Ren Ziqiang were immediately attracted: “Holy shit, Lao Cao, what kind of phone is this? Why is the screen so big?”
“Nokia 5230 is a new model. It has not been launched in China yet. My father got it from internal channels. It costs about 3,000 yuan. It is okay to use, but the feel is not as good as my BlackBerry. The response speed is a little slow. I use it as a backup. The phone is okay.” Cao Guangyu talked eloquently, as if he had read all the big-name mobile phones.
“More than three thousand yuan? You’ve already caught up with the tuition fees. Damn it, can you show us?”
Cao Guangyu handed the phone to Ren Ziqiang coolly, as if he didn’t care, but in the end he didn’t hold back and whispered, “Slow down and don’t drop it.”
Ren Ziqiang and Zhou Chao felt like they had found a treasure. They played with it over and over and almost broke the stylus on the back cover. Cao Guangyu was so heartbroken that he gritted his teeth, but he was embarrassed to say more, so he quickly turned his attention to Jiang Qin.
Jiang Qin had no reaction at all to Cao Guangyu’s new mobile phone and was still paying close attention to the situation at the Foreign Trade College.
Cao Guangyu felt a little uncomfortable, and there was always a feeling that he was not pretending to be in place.
“Lao Jiang, don’t you take a look? My mobile phone only has eight physical keys. Have you heard of Symbian system? Smart phone, I remember you also use Nokia, 7610 from 2005? That old machine He is my younger brother in front of 5230.”
Jiang Qin looked back at him and thought, “Isn’t it pure resentment to still buy Symbian in 2008?” “I’m not interested. I’ve used one with only three physical buttons. That’s a fucking smartphone.”
“Only three physical keys? Just brag!”
Jiang Qin ignored him, pushed the door open and entered the dormitory. Then he took out the poster he had just torn off from his pocket, flattened it and spread it on the table. He then pulled out the suitcase from under the desk and took out a Lenovo workstation. —ThinkPad W500.
This is a work notebook launched in 2008, with dual-core CPU and 4g memory, priced at 12,600.
Jiang Qin bought it after receiving the demolition money. After all, after starting a business, you will inevitably need to go online, and you can’t keep running to Internet cafes.
Seeing this scene, Ren Ziqiang and Zhou Chao immediately returned the phone to Cao Guangyu and surrounded Jiang Qin.
The eight physical keys and the Symbian smartphone are all useless.
“Holy shit, notebook?”
“Lao Jiang, can you play CF?”
Jiang Qin plugged in the mouse and pressed the power button: “You mean CrossFire? I don’t know, I haven’t tried it.”
Zhou Chao rubbed his hands with envy: “Buying a laptop and not playing games is a waste of money.”
“This is a workstation, not a gaming laptop. There’s a high probability that it won’t be able to play games.”
Ren Ziqiang couldn’t help but move forward: “It’s okay to show a movie. Have you seen Sword of Immortality? Hu Ge played it, and I missed the finale!”
Jiang Qin took out the network adapter and inserted the mobile phone sim card: “Do you know about the mobile data package? It costs 5 yuan and 30 MB. How much data do you think it costs to watch an episode of TV series?”
“Well, I really haven’t understood this before.”
“At least it’s 500 megabits. Calculated, watching an episode of a TV series costs more than 100 yuan of data.”