Chapter 176

Flushing, the website's office.

Looking at the computer screen, Wang Jian sighed: "these..."

he pondered for a long time, but he didn't think of any words to call this "new career".

So, he continued: "these hackers, too dedicated."

"Even Naomi Watts has a certain foundation on twitter because she played prison break."

"But it's a bit exaggerated to have 30000 more messages than Tom and Mrs. cruise?"

Dorsey shrugged. "This kind of thing is more cost-effective than their usual activities."

"Originally they through computer technology, whether it is the invasion of blackmail sites, or to attract the attention of large companies in order to be recruited, have a very high risk."

"Now you just need to comment and make money with a little mouse."

"According to my alumni, the hacker community in Silicon Valley has been quiet a lot in the last two days."

well, these are the gods of hackers?

Wang Jian talks and continues to check Naomi's Twitter.

Facts have proved that the design of fans for original works is very effective indeed.

A large number of book reviews and paid for messages mixed together, making Naomi Watts appear less dazzling at the top of the vote.

He clicks the mouse to switch to another important role, Husky's voting interface.

"Drew Barrymore? The famous Hollywood whore? "

When Wang Jian compared the two images in his mind, he always felt that some of them could not be substituted.

Forget it, we have to wait for this storm to pass before we can push twitter to the capital market.

Then, there is no difference between one black box operation and two.

"Put her in second place." Wang Jian pointed to the computer screen and said, "let the original second actress, Jessica Alba, be elected."

"I understand." Dorothy recorded it in his notebook, then looked up at Wang Jian seriously.

"Ha." Wang Jian left his office chair and patted him on the shoulder.

"You're going to Silicon Valley, not the moon." He used a joke to cover up a little bit of parting feeling, "besides, over there, aren't you much closer to your girlfriend?"

"She will continue to improve PageRank technology with Larry Page and others at Stanford University." Dorsey pulled the corners of his mouth.

"And what I'm worried about is that after I leave you, it's hard to see the streaking up close."

"By the way," he said, seeing that Wang Jian was ready to speak, he quickly continued, "after I left, I recommended Steve Chen to be the technical director."

"He is also a Chinese. You should get along very well."

Wang Jian nodded and said, "when you get there, in addition to technical matters, listen to Matthew's suggestions."

"As a lawyer, his professional standard is relatively qualified."

"Well, go and say goodbye to Tom." Wang Jian waved to Dorsey.

Dorsey nodded and turned away.

"Wang, thank you for your investment in PageRank. I know it's against the rules."

Wang Jian looks at Jack Dorsey's back as he leaves, smiles and shakes his head.

Indeed, in the current Internet, it is very rare to invest in a technology rather than an enterprise.

What's more, this patent is still entangled with Stanford University.

Even in the future, if Larry Page starts a business with this technology, the website will automatically get the priority matching qualification.

Moreover, PageRank is very useful for websites that have a good command of twitter.

But it's hard to say whether Wang Jian would have invested without Jack Dorsey's early efforts.

He walked slowly back to his office chair and "reported the voting results to ABC first."

"As for twitter... It's not uncommon for some data to be lost in the process of moving the server."

"Didn't Microsoft and Cisco all do this?"

Wang Jian picked up the phone and connected to the inside line. "Ask Steve Chen to come to my office."

Soon, a yellow young man came in.

"Hello, Mr. Wang. I'm Steve Chen." He hesitated for a moment and said, "my Chinese name is Chen Shijun."

"Chen Shijun?" Wang Jian said to himself in a low voice, "why do these programmers look strange?"

He handed over a document and said, "you can check the voting data again. If there is no problem, you can inform ABC."

"By the way, where did you immigrate?"

"My hometown is Fujian, China." Chen Shijun replied, "however, I was born in Taiwan."Wang Jian nodded, "OK, you can go out."

...

in a villa in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles.

Drew Barrymore is nervously refreshing the voting page.

Just a few hours ago, Jessica Alba, who was behind her, began to steadily increase her votes.

Now, it's going to overtake her.

During this period, drew tried to make up the original work and take sexy photos, but it didn't help.

"Well, what shall we do?" She sat on the chair, rubbing her hair irritably.

At this time, the housekeeper came to report.

"Miss drew, Miss Paris Hilton and two ladies are here."

As a rich and playful young woman, drew and Hilton are familiar with each other.

But now, she just stares at the computer and is in no mood to deal with the rich girl.

No!

"When he first exposed his star life, the number of votes increased the fastest," drew thought

Now the reason for the slowdown should be that there is no freshness.

So...

just expose the life of a celebrity?

Drew turned to the housekeeper and said, "bring Hilton in."

Soon, drew's living room, ushered in three young ladies.

"Hi, drew." Hilton came forward to give a hug, and then introduced the two people around her.

"This is my best friend, Ivanka? * *"

"This is my classmate, Kim Kardashian."

***？

Drew's eyes brightened, and he was a top celebrity.

She deliberately yawned listlessly, "why, are you going to the party again?"

"What can I do without a party?" Hilton sat down next to drew. "What do you suggest?"

"Have you ever heard of twitter?" Drew's tone is similar to that of a drug dealer, "you can send your life news to the Internet, which makes many people envy you!"

"Many people envy it?" Hilton was interested in the word, "what is twitter?"

Drew got up from the sofa and went to the bedroom. "You'll see it with me."

A moment later, Hilton kept pressing the mouse with her fingers.

"This twitter, very interesting!"

Ivanka shrugged noncommittally.

Another girl, Kim Kardashian, was staring straight at the computer screen.

Then the housekeeper came in again.

"Miss Ivanka's father, Mr. Donald, wants to take her back."

"Uncle Donald?" Hilton took Ivanka by the hand and ran out of the bedroom.

"You didn't go to the party?" Donald looked at Hilton suspiciously.

"Ha, uncle." Hilton pulls Ivanka's arm and swings, "we found something more interesting."

"That's twitter!"