Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 21 What Foxconn? That’s Red Fuji
"Of course, Brother Yang, absolutely! I understand." Yang Chaoyue responded without hesitation, "3500 is enough to buy my dad a second-hand iPhone 6. What else can I not be satisfied with?"

Jiang Yang tilted his head and glanced at Yang Chaoyue.

It was still the same old pink chiffon skirt from the county town, the color had long lost its brightness and covered her bare thighs.

It’s okay when the heater is on in the car, but as soon as you get outside, your thighs will get goose bumps from the cold.

I'll go get Yang Chaoyue some new clothes. After all, he's the face of the company. It doesn't matter how he's ordered around at home, but he can't lose face in public.

Yang Chaoyue remembered Jiang Yang's instructions and wanted to chat with Jiang Yang, fearing that Jiang Yang would fall asleep while driving.

She didn't know what to talk about.

I just talked about my life growing up in my hometown in the countryside of Yancheng.

Climb trees in the mountains to pick bird eggs, and go to the river to catch fish with a scoop net.

In the summer, I followed my father to harvest rice wearing a straw hat.

In spring, I wear farm boots several sizes too big and plant rice seedlings on the ridges of the fields.

When talking about his childhood, Yang Chaoyue had candy in his mouth and his breath was sweet.

When they talked about happy things, Jiang Yang also laughed.

Jiang Yang heard Yang Chaoyue talk about her father many times, but he never heard her talk about her mother.

Jiang Yang knew that Yang Chaoyue's parents had divorced, her mother remarried and gave birth to a child, and she was raised by her father.

This is someone else's private matter, so Jiang Yang naturally won't ask too much.

While chatting, Yang Chaoyue suddenly sat up and looked at a European medieval building outside the car window.

She pointed at the Gothic spire and said, "Brother Yang, what is that? It looks like a foreign building. The glass windows are colored. It's so beautiful."

"Xujiahui Catholic Church, a religious place."

Jiang Yang glanced at the church, which has a history of over 160 years. "It was built over a hundred years ago. It was originally a small church used for missionary work, but it was later expanded."

"It's such a long time ago, it's dead." Yang Chaoyue spoke in Yancheng dialect again, his voice mixed with honey-like joy.

"Not nervous anymore?"

"I've passed it all, so why should I be nervous? I'm so happy now."

Yang Chaoyue reminded happily: "Huanhuanxixixi means happy in my hometown of Yancheng."

“Actually, the literal meaning is understandable.”

"Oh, yes, haha."

Jiang Yang tilted his head to glance at Yang Chaoyue, who was lazily slumped in the passenger seat, the sunlight filtering through the brown car window shattering into gold foil on her eyelashes.

I don’t know if it was because Jiang Yang asked Yang Chaoyue to talk to him more to prevent him from falling asleep.

On the way back to the rental house, Yang Chaoyue chattered as much as a sparrow, without any of the awkwardness he had on the way to the interview at Canxing Company.

After a while, Yang Chaoyue looked around curiously again: "Brother Yang, what kind of bridge is that? Wow, it's huge!"

"The Songpu Bridge, a double-deck highway and railway bridge spanning the Huangpu River, is 40 years old and is an old bridge."

Passing through Minxing District.

A tall building caught Yang Chaoyue's attention.

The rigid structure and folded glass curtains form diamond-like corners, with a striking FOXCONN word on the top.

Yang Chaoyue didn't understand what the word meant, so he pointed and said, "Brother Yang, what company is that building?"

“Foxconn.”

"Oh, I know Foxconn, it's an Apple brand."

"Apple's brand?"

Jiang Yang frowned and thought, his hand holding the gear lever slightly tightened.

His Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed back the word "nonsense".

At this time in 2015, had Foxconn been acquired by Apple?

Jiang Yang clearly remembered that in later generations, Foxconn, as an independent electronics manufacturing company, had only a cooperative relationship with Apple, providing product manufacturing services to the other party.

Is there something wrong with my memory?
Or has the world changed after rebirth?

No matter which possibility it is, it is a big problem!

Jiang Yang couldn't help but be cautious when it came to his foresight about the future: "Yang Chaoyue, which apple are you talking about?"

“It’s an apple.”

"Is it an iPhone?"

“It’s the edible fruit.”

Jiang Yang was stunned for a second, then he clapped his hands, breathed a sigh of relief, and chuckled softly, "What Foxconn? That's Red Fuji!"

(End of this chapter)