aircannonsinc Chapter 121
Chapter 121
Then he walked toward the bus stop.
When she got home, Cheng Yuxin was reading a book in the living room.
When she saw him return, she put down her book.
"How is it?"
Lin Feng sat down and placed his business card on the coffee table.
"They want me to go to work."
Cheng Yuxin was stunned for a moment.
"Go to work? You're only sixteen."
Lin Feng said, "It's a part-time job. I go on weekends or after school, and I'm paid per project."
Cheng Yuxin picked up the business card, looked at it, and put it down.
Are you going?
Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.
"have no idea."
Cheng Yuxin looked at him.
"You don't want to go?"
Lin Feng remained silent for a few seconds.
"If I go there, I won't have time to write my own things."
Cheng Yuxin didn't say anything.
After a while, she spoke.
"Then I won't go."
Lin Feng turned to look at her.
Cheng Yuxin said, "You're not short of money. You have so much in your piggy bank, it's enough for you. Besides, you can earn several hundred yuan a month selling software. Why would you want to work for someone else?"
Lin Feng looked at her and smiled.
"When did you become so familiar with my family's financial situation?"
Cheng Yuxin blushed.
"I... I was just guessing."
Lin Feng didn't expose her. Cheng Yuxin was always beside him whenever he put the money into the tin box. Sometimes, she would watch as he counted the money, her eyes shining.
He picked up the business card, glanced at it again, then folded it in half and threw it into the trash can.
Cheng Yuxin looked at him, stunned for a moment.
"You're not going?"
Lin Feng said, "I'm not going."
He stood up and walked towards his room.
He took two steps, then turned back.
"Thank you, Sister Yuxin."
Cheng Yuxin looked at him.
"What are you thanking me for?"
Lin Feng said, "Thank you for letting me make my own decision."
Cheng Yuxin lowered her head, her ears turning red.
Lin Feng smiled and went into the room.
He sat down at the computer and opened the code file in the text editor.
I've written quite a bit these past few days and have completed the basic framework—file opening, saving, and editing functions are all included. Syntax highlighting is only half done; I've only implemented keyword highlighting for the C language.
He looked at the dense code on the screen and took a deep breath.
Then I started writing.
As he was writing, Cheng Yuxin knocked on his door to call him for dinner.
He came out, sat down, and picked up his chopsticks.
Cheng Yuxin sat opposite him, looking at him.
"Lin Feng, are you finished writing in your text editor?"
Lin Feng shook his head.
"It's still early."
Cheng Yuxin said, "Let me use it when you're done. I need it for my thesis."
Lin Feng looked up at her.
"You use Notepad to write your papers?"
Cheng Yuxin said, "Yeah, it's not very useful, but there's nothing else to it."
Lin Feng said, "I'll let you use it after I finish writing it. It's a hundred times better than Notepad."
Cheng Yuxin smiled.
"Then I'll wait."
After finishing his meal, Lin Feng continued writing.
At 11 o'clock, Cheng Yuxin knocked on the door again.
"Going to sleep."
He responded, saved the code, and shut down the computer.
Lying in bed, he thought about what had happened that day.
New Era, Wang Jianguo, 800 yuan a month.
He refused.
It's not because of a lack of money.
It's because he wants to create his own things.
He turned over and looked out the window.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, cutting a white line across the floor.
He remembered his past life.
In his past life, he did many things—DeepSeek-V4, Project Nantianmen, and that txt file left on the Pentagon server.
He did all of that by himself.
It's not because others don't help him.
It's because he doesn't need it.
He's enough on his own.
This life will be the same.
He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.