Reborn in 2005, starting with repairing mobile phones

Lin Dong looked at him, speechless for a moment.

Steve Jobs.

I stood right next to him.

Talk to him.

Jobs waited for two seconds, and when he didn't react, his lips twitched.

Are you scared, or do you not understand English?

Lin Dong came to his senses.

"I understand."

He said, "I just didn't expect you to be here."

Jobs nodded and said nothing more.

He leaned against the wall, holding the few pages of documents in his hand, and glanced down at them again.

It refers to the parameters of Lin Dong's LNA.

"Noise figure of 0.62."

He said, almost to himself, "I've heard of Mark. For him to get 0.8 is pretty good."

He looked up at Lin Dong.

"How did you do that?"

Lin Dong thought for a moment.

"If you've thought it through, you've done it."

Steve Jobs paused for a moment.

Then he laughed.

"Your answer," he said, "is in the same style as your statement on stage just now, 'I think this is fine.'"

Lin Dong didn't say anything.

style?

That's just his true thought.

Jobs looked at him and suddenly asked a question.

"Your team really has nothing?"

Lin Dong thought for a moment.

"Not yet," he said, "but I believe it will be in the future."

He paused.

"And very quickly."

Jobs looked at him.

"Young man, confidence is a good thing."

"So you came to Stanford to find someone."

Lin Dong nodded.

"I guess so."

Steve Jobs remained silent for a few seconds.

He wondered what the difference was between this young man standing here and him standing here.

The young man heard everything he said on stage.

Stay hungry. Stay foolish. A connection in life.

Those are the things he only truly understood after crawling back from the brink of death.

Then the young man stood in front of him.

It was as if he was telling him: I'm doing the same thing as you.

Jobs looked at him.

There was something about this young man that reminded him of himself thirty years ago.

That kind of certainty that "I know what I'm going to do, and I don't need anyone's approval."

Exactly the same as his.

He had been searching for this kind of person for a long time.

Nokia didn't have it.

Samsung doesn't have it.

Now there is one standing in front of him.

Then he asked, "Did you find it?"

Lin Dong thought about Cheng Chuan, Cheng Yu, and Ding Xiao's faces.

"We found a few."

Steve Jobs nodded.

He didn't ask any more questions.

She just stared at Lin Dong, as if she were sizing him up.

he was thinking.

Ten years ago, when he was ousted from Apple, someone asked him: Can your NeXT really be made?

He said yes.

Nobody believes it.

Now this young man stands before him, saying the same words.

Doing the same thing.

Using the same tone.

He suddenly wondered what it would have been like if someone had believed him back then.

Lin Dong felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze.

"Is there a problem?"

Steve Jobs shook his head.

"No," he said. "I was just thinking—"

He paused.

"If someone had told me ten years ago, 'You're starting from scratch making computers, with nothing but a few people and a blueprint—'"

He looked at Lin Dong.

Do you think I'd believe that?

Lin Dong didn't say anything.

Jobs waited for two seconds, then suddenly smiled.

"No," he answered for Lin Dong. "Nobody believed me back then."

He paused.

"It's the same now."

Therefore, he knew what Lin Dong was going through and how difficult this path was.

He looked into Lin Dong's eyes.

"The LNA you made, with a noise figure of 0.62, is not something that an average person can achieve."

He said, "But making it is one thing, what happens after it's made is another."

Lin Dong understood what he meant.

"You mean, having the skills alone isn't enough?"

Steve Jobs nodded.

"Having technology alone is not enough to accomplish anything."

He said, "You need a team. You need a supply chain. You need people willing to buy your stuff. You need luck."

He paused.

"Most importantly, it has to have that—"

He stopped, as if searching for words.

Lin Dong added a sentence.

"Stay hungry. Stay foolish."

Steve Jobs paused for a moment.

Then he laughed.

He understood; this young man truly understood.

"That's a good response," he said. "Better than mine."

Lin Dong didn't say anything.

Jobs looked at him, and the scrutinizing look in his eyes slowly changed into something else.

"How old are you?"

"eighteen."

Steve Jobs nodded.

"At eighteen, I did LNA, beat Mark, and gave a guest speech at Stanford University."

He said, "Do you know how many people will remember what you just said on stage?"

Lin Dong thought for a moment.

"have no idea."

Jobs looked at him.

"I will remember."

Lin Dong was stunned for a moment.

Before he could react, Jobs handed the documents back to him.

"Your LNA design," he said, "would have a great signal if used in a cell phone."

He paused.

"However, this is just one module. A mobile phone has hundreds of modules."

He looked at Lin Dong.

You still have a long way to go.

This is the truth.

He knew how long the road was.

Lin Dong nodded.

"I know."

Jobs looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out his hand.

Lin Dong paused for a moment, then grasped it.

Steve Jobs' hands were thin, but he gripped them very tightly.

"I hope your team," he said, "can go all the way."

Lin Dong looked at him.

"Thanks."

Jobs released his grip and turned to walk down the corridor.

After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Lin Dong.

"Oh, right."

Lin Dong looked at him.

"If one day you ever make that phone," Jobs said, "remember to send me one."

He wanted to see what this young man, just like himself, could accomplish.

Lin Dong looked at him.

"it is good."

Jobs nodded, then turned and left.

Lin Dong stood there, watching that figure from behind.

That figure had already walked a few steps away.

"Steve Jobs".

The sound burst out of his throat.

Jobs stopped and looked back at him.

Lin Dong stood there, looking at him.

What did you say?

Will you die if I say that?

You said you only have six years left?

You're saying you still have a chance?

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Jobs waited for two seconds, then frowned slightly.

"What is it?"

Lin Dong looked at him.

The corridor was quiet.

Only faint voices could be heard in the distance.

Lin Dong suddenly smiled.

"Take care of yourself," he said.

Jobs paused for a moment and looked at him.

Lin Dong paused.

"I'm afraid I'll be too lonely in the future."

Jobs raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

Lin Dong looked at him.

"A world without rivals is too boring."

Jobs looked at him but didn't say anything.

Three seconds later, he smiled.

"Young man," he said, "you'll talk about this after you've made the phone."

He turned and left.

Lin Dong stood there, watching the figure disappear at the end of the corridor.

The corners of her mouth slowly curved upwards.