Great Power

This is a bit exaggerated. It is appropriate to remove half of it. Zheng Jianguo remembers that there are not many people in the Internet cafe in the morning, but he also knows that there are problems with this game hall now, that is, the content of the game is a bit less, and it can't be done like in the previous life. A computer knowledge popularization class, training computer talents for the United States?

The computer courses at this time are all university courses. Although some high schools offer computer courses, they are mainly based on interest classes instead of being included in the teaching syllabus. If you run a study class, you can definitely make money, but this is considered a help The United States has a reserve of relevant training personnel.

However, this is related to the application technology of computers. I am afraid that the FBI will not be willing to take Charlie as the representative. Then buy the listed host to open a game hall with hourly charges. This should also make money. Correct?

Zheng Jianguo didn’t know that in his original memory, there was a game hall that co-existed with conventional arcade-based game halls. There was also a game hall that used red and white consoles and MD game consoles with televisions. Charges range from 2-3 yuan per hour.

It should be understood that compared with a single computer room worth tens of thousands of dollars, the price of a red and white machine or an MD game console, even including the TV with the display device, has never exceeded 1,000 yuan, and one in the same period The price of the computer can buy 7-10 sets of game console + TV.

Of course, considering the level of per capita income in the early 1990s, even if the National Bureau of Statistics’ standard annual income of 1,500 yuan is calculated, those who dare to invest so much money are still a very small minority, and more are The rich dare not invest and those who want to do it have no money.

However, the lack of game content is still the main problem at this time——

The money in his hand is still thrown in the futures market. Zheng Jianguo has already begun to think about how to invest after making money. At this time, according to the most ideal state, he will bring this money back to the Republic for investment.

The domestic foreign exchange shortage has become negative, but the consequence of this is the uncertainty of the FBI. Although the money has been transferred to the Swiss bank account, the domestic investment must be reported. I am afraid that the IRS will take him. Check where the money came from.

The only thing left to do is half and half, half thrown back to China and half thrown in the United States, or the three places in Britain and China?

"Hi, Zheng, good morning—"

When Zheng Jianguo appeared in the corridor of the emergency room, the old policeman Youlan quickly greeted him, and he smiled and nodded and said, "You are also good, you were on the night shift yesterday?"

"Aken has been on 3 night shifts, I am well worthy of others~"

Tilted her head and smiled, Youlan with a scum on her eyes was full of sleepy eyes. They were able to go to the night shift or entrust Zheng Jianguo with the blessing of receiving a bomb package. At this time, looking at Zheng Jianguo's face, he smiled and said: "I see You didn’t sleep well?"

"Ah~ha, something happened last night—"

Zheng Jianguo had dealt with it after yawning. He originally had some symptoms of cold and fever. In addition, last night—to be precise, from yesterday to today, his spirit was ups and downs. He wanted to A good sleep is really a dream.

"Hi, Zheng, I heard that there was a shooting in the streets of São Paulo?"

Pliny, the hospital chief with his eyes open, came out of nowhere with a cup of coffee. Zheng Jianguo tilted his head at him when he heard it, showing a speechless expression. Pliny instantly lost sleepiness on his face. , His eyes widened with surprise: "Oh, Shet, wouldn't it be you?"

"Hi Pliny, what are you talking about Zheng?"

As the voice came, Ma Niweng appeared beside the two of them with body scent, holding a headband around the exploding hairstyle, blinking and blinking across Zheng Jianguo's face, full of concern: "Oh, Zheng Doctor, I saw the bloodshot eyes in your eyes. Did you not rest yesterday?"

"Well, something happened last night. To be precise, there has been a series of things after get off work yesterday. Did our emergency room lose power yesterday?"

Zheng Jianguo sniffed the smell of perfume floating by the tip of his nose, and subconsciously opened the distance between the two of them. The corner of his eyes had been swept far away and Alfonso appeared, and he was moving to Manion and asked about it. Suo took a few steps to the front and handed her the breakfast bag in her hand: "Hi, Marion, the hot dog I bought on the road when I came, did you have breakfast?"

"Oh, I have eaten it, thank you, Dr. Alfonso."

Marnion swept across Alfonso as if looking at a stranger. Zheng Jianguo and Pliny looked at each other, then turned and moved away from the two of them. They only picked up the attendance card and punched it before the punching machine. Director Nathan The figure appeared in a hurry, picked up the attendance card and looked at Zheng Jianguo and asked: "Zheng, congratulations on the publication of your article——"

"Published? Oh, that scalpel—"

The expression came to a stunned, Zheng Jianguo put it back in place after punching the card and said, "I published it so soon? That's not bad—"

"It's good, so it's worthy of praise, come on—"

Nodded and said with approval, Nathan turned and left: "The magazine is in my office. You can get it if you want to read it—"

"Oh, let me get it—"

Zheng Jianguo just wanted to say that when I was going to change clothes, Pliny, who was wearing a surgical gown next to him, held a cup of coffee and said, Nathan nodded and turned and left: "Okay, come and get it."

"This will not be Pliny's first JAMA, will it?"

This idea flashed through Zheng Jianguo's mind. The magazine he voted for at that time chose JAMA because he hadn't posted an article in this magazine. At present, the most voted is "The Lancet", and the second one is " New England Medicine and Cell, the rest is this JAMA Journal of the American Medical Association.

Although I have been a reviewer for a long time, it is the first time to post an article. As for the remaining BMJ "British Medical Journal" among the four major medical journals, it is a bit too far to send overseas letters. Of course, what he wanted to publish most was "Cell", but it was a pity that considering that the influence at the moment was still too low, he didn't vote for it because it was not a heavy article.

"Hi, Zheng, it really did--"

Pliny was obviously a little excited. He took the latest "JAMA" and ran to the dressing room to show it. Zheng Jianguo, who put on his white coat, glanced at him and said, "Doctor Pliny, be reserved--"

"Ha, that's why you want to be reserved for me, but I don't have to. I haven't thought about being able to be on "JAMA". Thank you, Zheng~"

The back molars of Pliny’s smile were exposed, and Zheng Jianguo also remembered his mood when he first appeared on The Lancet. Although it was just a paper with a rather "trick" meaning, it was very likely to be popular. Lini most professional academic research, especially with Zheng Jianguo co-signed as first author: "really want to thank you, Zheng, I would like to invite you to dinner -"

"Then be in the cafeteria at noon, I want a fried chicken bucket, a large portion."

Seeing the other person in a really good mood, Zheng Jianguo did not reject Pliny's kindness. The two had eaten the most meals together, so he did not hide his thoughts: "Is this all right?"

"Oh, I want to treat you to a big meal—"

Pliny blinked and hesitated, Zheng Jianguo waved his hand and said, "That's it. Whoever asked me to come will follow you--"

"Ok, then it's settled~"

As if remembering the scene where the two were together before, Pliny did not entangle anymore. He knew that Zheng Jianguo might not appreciate this article. After all, people published a lot of "The Lancet" in Harvard Medical School. I just saw Alfonso appearing at the door, especially when he saw the breakfast bag in his hand, he said: "Alfonso, change it quickly, I'll take you to hand over--"

"Oh, good—"

Alfonso quickly came to his senses, with a low expression. After putting down the breakfast bag, he looked at Pliny and then at the breakfast bag. Then he took it up and said, "Doctor Pliny, have you had breakfast?"

"I've eaten it, but you can put this in the doctor's office. Maybe some doctors or nurse assistants don't want to eat free food, and they can change their taste--"

Looking over the breakfast bag, Pliny turned his head and walked out of the locker room. The Massachusetts General Hospital provides food for free, but the same pizza and bread combination can be eaten for several months. I am afraid that only Zheng Jianguo can be in it. Eat when you’re hungry, but when Alfonso put the hot dog in the food access area of ​​the doctor’s office, Zheng Jianguo looked at the breakfast bag that hadn’t been opened yet and said, “Why didn’t you send it out? You and Marion quarreled. ??"

"I don't know how she changed, it seems to have lost interest in me—"

Feeling the concern in Zheng Jianguo’s voice, Alfonso seemed to confide in him as if he had met his confidant. However, as the first sentence was not finished, the doctors next to him saw that he realized that this was not a topic of personal emotions. Place: "If you want to eat, you can take it."

"Well, I feel that the aspirin that I took in the morning has worked. It relieved my cold symptoms and opened my appetite. Now I want to eat something--"

Zheng Jianguo unceremoniously picked up the breakfast bag and said, then opened it and looked at the hot dog inside and took a bite. He didn't want to open the office door. Pliny's head poked in: "Alfonso, come and do it with me." Handover—"

"Oh, good~"

Alfonso turned and left. Zheng Jianguo couldn't help but blinked. In his opinion, this product should be the last quarter of Harvard Medical School, but he can successfully get a diploma in the last quarter of the group and become Resident doctor, this shows that his brain is still on the pass line, except for some disregard of course.

But it's normal for young people not to adjust, right?

Seeing the stupid Alfonso being called away, Zheng Jianguo took a few bites of the hot dog and ate it. He is still Alfonso’s soldier according to the division of labor. No one is working on the argument that he can be lazy. He and Pliny were found before it was over.

"This bed was sobered up yesterday. I don't even have an ID on my body. Be careful not to let him run away—"

"This girl was sent here at 5:31 this morning. There is no ID or guardian on her body. After the examination, she found no abnormalities in her body. After a blood test, she found hypoglycemia. It was probably caused by malnutrition. She arrived after glucose infusion. She hasn't awakened yet, and we need to continue to observe - Zheng, do you think she looks like a Chinese?"

When Zheng Jianguo appeared, Pliny was taking Alfonso to the edge of a hospital bed. He looked at a black-haired Asian girl lying on the bed and asked. At this time, Zheng Jianguo shook his head after hearing the introduction. "There are many Asians in this country. It depends on what she says when she wakes up. It's even harder to guess if she speaks the authentic British accent."

"Hehe, you are right."

Pliny smiled and said that he turned to the side of the hospital bed opposite, but Zheng Jianguo found that the Asian girl lying on the bed had her eyelids moved. He knew that she was pretending to be asleep, but remembered her from yesterday to now. After experiencing, he pretended not to see and turned around.

Sure enough, Zheng Jianguo followed Pliny and Alfonso to the next bed, when Marion's voice came: "Grab her, she ran away--"

"???"

Before Zheng Jianguo had recovered his mind, the little policeman at the door Aken called out: "Grab—"

"#……@#%@*……)"

A series of extremely familiar and childish voices came, and Zheng Jianguo judged the identity of the other party from the unintelligible words. Although he did not understand what the other party was saying, he did not hear it in Korean dramas watched by his daughter-in-law in his previous life. Less pronounced language: "It turned out to be a female stick?"

"Zheng, are you Chinese?"

Alfonso looked curiously, Zheng Jianguo couldn't help but glanced at the goods, and found that the other party's face was really full of doubts, shook his head and said, "No--"

"Then you can tell where she is from?"

Pliny who was next to him asked, Zheng Jianguo nodded and said: "I only know that she speaks Korean. As for whether it's from the south or the north, I can't hear it—"

"It is enough to understand the language, and we can call an interpreter."

Pliny turned his head and looked at the girl who was handcuffed after being twisted by Aken. Zheng Jianguo died after confirming that she was not a Chinese. He knew that the United States is an immigrant country and there are many interpreters in every hospital. Especially in hospitals like Massachusetts General Hospital, there are still many professional medical language translations.

However, Zheng Jianguo no longer cared about others at this time. He glanced at the gold watch on his wrist and arrived at the service desk. Unexpectedly, after Ma Niweng gave a sweet smile, he quickly took the remote control to tune the TV channel to the financial program. So that Zheng Jianguo was a little embarrassed: "Thank you."

"Zheng, how much did you make in oil futures?"

Ma Niweng looked around and found that Alfonso was looking in the distance. He couldn't help but flew his eyes to Zheng Jianguo and asked Zheng Jianguo. However, Zheng Jianguo's attention was focused on the host on the TV. Seeing his chest drifting past the opening price of the oil contract: "31 dollars and 89 cents—"

"This is yesterday's closing price—"

This idea flashed in his mind, Zheng Jianguo silently forgot and felt excited. He shorted 1.9 billion barrels at the price of 33 US dollars and 69 cents. Of course, due to the large quantity, the final successful price of opening a position was 33 US dollars and 60 cents. Location.

So just to calculate at the current closing price, it would fall by $1 and 71 cents. If the short-sold 1.9 billion barrels were bought back at this price to close the position, it would be 1.9 billion dollars and 71 cents. This is more than 3.2 billion that has almost doubled?

"This money is made as if it was picked up--"

Suddenly, Zheng Jianguo had the illusion that he was picking up money, so that Ma Nion next to him seemed to say something, and he realized that he was talking to himself: "Ma Nion, are you talking to me?"