Chapter 36 Why are you a little familiar

The library in Binhai City is not large, and the main building is about to be listed as a dangerous building, but because there is still no public utility funding for reconstruction or renovation, it can only maintain its original appearance. Every year, a small amount of funds are remitted to the library for new books. Coupled with the donations of major enterprises and institutions, at least it has become a good place for many teenagers to spend their time.

Because there is free air conditioning in summer, when Su Yifan arrived at the library, there were still as many self-study classrooms.

The library card was issued in the first of high school. Before that, Su Yifan had been renting a bookstore to borrow books. Later, when he had the Internet, he would also look for e-books. Cheng Shuixin occasionally came to the library, so almost all the boys in the literary society had library loan cards at that time.

Entering the library, the air conditioning breeze and various peers came to my face. High school students are groups that like and are in the mood to read. Whether it is novels or celebrity biographies, they are eager to read. Of course, it is particularly difficult to find an interesting book that meets their preferences in the vast sea of books. Many people have to continue reading for this until they find that there is no book that really suits all their tastes.

Life is too long. You need to read to experience more about the world, live more, and learn more things.

In recent months, Su Yifan has not had time to come to the library at all. After registering at the door and walking along the bookshelf in the reading room, he did not forget to mute the phone. Many people in the library are sitting at the table and not reading a book. Instead, they are fiddling with their mobile phones, and some people are playing with handheld game consoles. There is a book on the desk that can't be opened at all.

Walking along the bookshelf, Su Yifan took out a "New Media Age" written by the editor of Newsweek. He was about to find a book about vocal music, but the phone began to shake.

Taking out the phone and taking a look, Su Yifan saw that the caller was actually Han Yun.

After trying to walk to the corner, Su Yifan answered the phone: "What's the matter?"

Han Yun's voice was very happy on the other side of the phone: "I heard that you are back. Call me to say hello."

Su Yifan said in a low voice, "I'm in the library. It's inconvenient to talk..."

Han Yun said in surprise: "Are you in the city library?"

"Yes."

"Which floor?"

The library has four floors, and Su Yifan is on the second floor.

"I'm in the social science classification reading room."

"Wait a minute, I'll be there in a minute." Han Yun hurriedly hung up the phone and was indeed a strong female reporter.

Su Yifan was a little stunned when he put away the phone. Is Han Yun also nearby? This female reporter who has never been working hard is really idle. How can she be in the mood to visit the library?

After taking a few more books on the prediction of modern media and the Internet in the era of network technology under the shelf of social science, Su Yifan found a very bad thing - there was no empty table in the social science reading room.

Many people occupy a small table, and a hat or something on the opposite chair means that there is someone. The flow of people in the library is large, and there is no way to verify whether there are really people.

It can be seen that the so-called quality of young people is just like that.

Su Yifan walked around with a few books in his arms and finally found that there was only one person at a table, and there was no such thing on the empty chair opposite. He politely asked the boy who was turning through comics, "Hello, is there anyone here?"

The boy who turned over Conan's comics wore bottle-shaped glasses and his eyes were slightly blurred. At first glance, it was the product of reading too much. Hearing Su Yifan's question, the boy looked up at Su Yifan and said with an indifferent expression, "Someone."

Su Yifan could see that there was no one in this position with his toes, but he was too lazy to argue with such people. He smiled and hugged the book and turned away.

took a few more steps forward. Su Yifan heard a very relaxed voice and said to himself, "There is no one here. Sit down."

Su Yifan stopped and looked at the person sitting at the back of the table as a handsome young man, wearing very decent casual clothes, meticulous hair, and his face shape was a pointed chin, which is relatively popular in aesthetics today, and his whole person has a mature social sense that students do not have.

Having seen so many people, Su Yifan also learned to distinguish the basic attributes of a person. He almost knew at a glance that this person should not belong to this library, or even to Binhai. Such a person should sit in that kind of circular conference room and discuss with people about the flow of a large amount of wealth, instead of reading a book on quantum physics here.

The other party's expression couldn't see anything. Su Yifan had nowhere else to choose, so he sat down opposite him.

The young man opposite has to be in his twenties, with a relaxed expression, as if the not big library is not his real stage, with a little calmness of bystanders and a trace of superiority.

"Thank you." Su Yifan thanked him, put down the book in his hand, took out his mobile phone and put it next to the book to wait for the phone.

The young man glanced at Su Yifan's book on the table and asked with a smile, "Why, are you interested in the topic of new media?"

Su Yifan can hear that the young man is not a local. His accent has a positive smell of Mandarin. He either comes from the capital or has received a very good Chinese education since he was a child.

"Look at it casually." Su Yifan's answer was very casual and not rude. "There is no harm in knowing more."

The young man smiled, and his smile was very infectious: "It's really rare. Most people still hate less when they use books."

Su Yifan didn't say anything. He casually opened the book written by the editor of Newsweek and browsed the catalogue.

The young man did not stop talking because of Su Yifan's silence. Everyone's voice in the library was not loud, and he also tried to control his own volume: "In fact, if it comes to new media, I think the form of Twitter is more flexible."

Su Yifan raised his eyelids: "Facebook is also good, but it is not suitable for China."

"Everyone wants a copycat." The young man said with a smile, "If you do a good job, it will be a monopoly and anti-acquisition. If you don't do it well, you will be cursed."

Su Yifan felt a little interested and simply closed the book and asked, "But according to the current domestic user habits, if you want to expand your influence and do national bombing propaganda, it is not easy to succeed in a small and large way."

The young man shook his head: "Everyone has the psychology of hunting. As long as it is operated properly, the effect should not be bad."

Su Yifan did not continue this topic, but looked at the young man and asked, "Are you in this industry?"

The youth nodded: "What about the network construction and promotion of small and medium-sized enterprises, my friend?"

Su Yifan said, "I'm a student."

The young man was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Su Yifan to tell him so calmly that he was a student. Although there were still young traces between Su Yifan's eyebrows, the teenager's eyes always had a calmness that only adults had. This is also the reason why the young man took the initiative to greet Su Yifan. He felt that this boy was different from many muddle-headed children in the library.

"Students? How old are you?

"The third year of high school."

The young man was really shocked this time. Although Su Yifan just said a few words to himself, his vision and pattern were definitely not like a high school student.

Is it only the third year of high school? Are high school students so evil now?

Seeing that Su Yifan did not mean to turn over the book immediately, the young man simply took the initiative to continue to talk with Su Yifan.

"Brother, then I'll call you brother. My name is Meng Shiyi. Can you ask which school you are from?"

Su Yifan thinks that Meng Shiyi is also quite interesting. He seems to be a guy who does marketing more than technology. Anyone who meets any interesting person is willing to talk more about that. After casually reporting his name and school, Su Yifan asked, "Brother Meng, why are you here?"

Meng Shiyi pointed to the top of his head with a smile: "The library intends to set up an official website that belongs to Binhai to pull the project. Now that the person in charge is not here, I will come to see the student sister."

It can be seen that Meng Shiyi is at least a cheerful person on the surface. Although he may have a sense of superiority of a semi-successful person in society, at least he also knows how to laugh at himself and lead the topic in the direction that everyone yearns for.

Su Yifan's honesty to Meng Shiyi was also very decent. He smiled and said, "I saw more at the school gate."

Meng Shiyi put away the style of being a little elite just now, and even showed a little obscene expression on his handsome face: "You don't understand this brother. Those who are willing to come to the library are all beautiful women with temperament. They look comfortable."

Su Yifan felt that he was definitely not Meng Shiyi's opponent on this topic. He did not continue and simply returned the topic to just now: "Brother Meng, what do you think you should do if you want to use online media to publicize now?"

Meng Shiyi hesitated for a moment. Obviously, he would not gain anything from showing off in front of this student, but the adult demeanor shown by Su Yifan made him feel that he should say something to surprise the child in front of him. These two slightly contradictory feelings were intertwined in his heart, and Meng Shiyi finally decided to speak.

"Brother, don't you see it? A few days ago, several Twitter-like websites have been hung up, and those who are still alive, such as muttering. Meng Shiyi said mysteriously, "There are rumors in the circle that a big crocodile is planning to enter."

Su Yifan suddenly said, "Light blog?"

"That's it." Meng Shiyi was very satisfied with Su Yifan's journey. He said that the so-called inside story is to tell such a person who knows a little about it to have a sense of achievement. "Several large companies want to do it, it depends on who can break out of the siege and get a new market."

Su Yifan nodded: "Light blogs are too suitable for mobile phones, and now smartphones are on the rise, which is also a great help to this form."

Meng Shiyi was not surprised that Su Yifan could say such a thing, but sighed and sighed, "The mobile Internet in the United States has become a trend now, but I don't know what the next step in China will be."

Su Yifan smiled and said, "No matter how you go, doesn't it also depends on the attitude of telecommunications operations?"

Meng Shiyi laughed: "Well said! No matter how capable you are, you have to walk forward with your thighs. This is fucking reality.

Probably because Meng Shiyi's voice was slightly loud, and several eyes around him shot fiercely, which obviously meant that he was disturbed. Only then did Meng Shiyi feel lost his composure and lowered his head and asked Su Yifan, "Brother Su, have you been here for a long time? Have you seen any good things?"

Su Yifan replied honestly, "I didn't pay attention."

Meng Shiyi curled his lips and was about to say that Su Yifan was hypocritical, but his eyes were involuntarily attracted.

A beautiful woman with long hair and shawl is wearing a clean silver suit and thin stockings like cicada wings on her legs. A pair of high heels makes her body more and more straight. She is looking around looking for someone

"Damn, this is a good product, the best." Meng Shiyi pointed to Su Yifan, and the sharing spirit was not bad. "Look at the ratio of the calves and thighs, the waist, tut, and this expression... Wait, why does this beautiful woman look a little familiar?"

The beautiful woman over there seemed to hear Meng Shiyi's whispering. She looked this way, her eyes lit up, and she walked over quickly.