novelraw Chapter 120
Chapter 120
Exit the elevator and turn right.
At the end of the corridor was a glass door with the words "Beichuan New Era Software Company" pasted on it.
He pushed the door open and went in.
Inside was an open-plan office with seven or eight desks, each with a computer. Several young people were sitting in front of the computers; some were typing, some were flipping through books, and some were making phone calls.
There is a separate office by the window, with a glass partition and the door open.
A middle-aged man, around forty years old, came out. He was wearing a white shirt, glasses, and his hair was neatly combed. He saw Lin Feng and paused for a moment.
"Lin Feng?"
Lin Feng nodded.
Wang Jianguo walked over and looked him up and down.
"How old are you?"
Lin Feng said, "Sixteen."
Wang Jianguo's expression changed for a moment, but he quickly recovered.
"Sixteen," he repeated, then laughed, "Come, come in and talk."
He led Lin Feng into the office, asked him to sit down, and poured him a glass of water.
The office wasn't large, but it was very tidy. The bookshelves were filled with books—all computer-related: C programming, data structures, operating systems, software engineering. A whiteboard hung on the wall, with names and numbers written on it, like project progress.
Wang Jianguo sat opposite him, his hands crossed on the table, looking at him.
"Lin Feng, I've looked at all those Chinese localization software programs you have."
Lin Feng didn't speak.
Wang Jianguo said, "The quality is good. The coding is very clean, and the interface translation is accurate. It's much better than those poorly made localizations on the market."
Lin Feng said, "Thank you."
Wang Jianguo paused.
"I called you here to ask if you'd be interested in working for our company?"
Lin Feng looked at him.
"work?"
Wang Jianguo nodded.
"Full-time. I'll pay you 800 a month, and I'll raise it if you do well."
Eight hundred yuan.
Back then, the average salary in Beichuan City was only four or five hundred yuan. Eight hundred was considered high.
Lin Feng didn't rush to answer.
"What for?" he asked.
Wang Jianguo said, "We need to localize the software. Our company mainly develops financial software and inventory management systems, which are for enterprise use. The market is big now, but the software is all in English, which enterprise users are not used to. We need someone to localize the software, translating the interface, menus, and help documentation into Chinese."
Lin Feng thought for a moment.
"Mr. Wang, I'm still in school."
Wang Jianguo paused for a moment, then laughed.
"Right, I forgot. You're sixteen, in your first year of high school."
He thought about it.
"Part-time work is fine too. You can come on weekends or after school. The pay is per project, five hundred to a thousand for a software application, depending on the size."
Lin Feng thought for a moment.
"Mr. Wang, I'll think about it."
Wang Jianguo nodded.
"Okay, think about it. No rush."
He took a business card out of the drawer and handed it to him.
"Call me when you've thought it through."
Lin Feng took the business card and put it in his pocket.
Stand up, shake hands, and say goodbye.
After leaving the startup building, he stood by the roadside, watching the passing vehicles.
Eight hundred yuan a month. Five hundred to one thousand yuan per project.
He earns more than he does selling floppy disks.
But once you go to the New Era, you have to do things according to other people's requirements; you can't do whatever you want.
Moreover, he doesn't want to spend his whole life doing Chinese localization.
He wanted to create his own software.
He stood there, thinking for a while.
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?"