Chapter 20 The Money Made by Lying

Li Changheng smiled inwardly. Although he didn't remember the name of the man in front of him, his appearance and his identity as a reporter would never be forgotten by anyone who has watched the movie.

Roman holiday.

Audrey, although her emaciated figure makes her heartache, but her face alone can make her unforgettable.

After thinking about it for a moment, Li Changheng decided to use his real name, wanting to be friends with the confused princess for a long time, but using a false identity is asking for trouble.

Anne is a real princess after all, and even if the people around her don't object to the princess making friends with him, a country bumpkin like him, they will definitely check his identity.

False names like Henry Howard, Henry Taylor, and Frank McCall, even if others can't find anything, these three names used to cheat money are always hidden dangers.

He reached out and shook hands with Bradley, "Henry Lee, a native of San Francisco, a computer software engineer."

"What, what occupation?" Bradley looked at Li Changheng in surprise, "You didn't lie to me, buddy?"

"Is that necessary?"

Li Changheng shrugged. When he was still a man of the Celestial Dynasty, although he was only a house salesman, he could still recall the computer class in college during this time.

The little knowledge in my mind will be useless in the future, but this year is different. Although the C language is still ahead, it is also related to programming.

What's more, just talking about it, such as a spreadsheet, can make a professional think that his idea is practical and has a lot of money.

The rest is nothing more than supplementing the existing computer knowledge of this era in the library or university.

With the ability of photographic memory, just remembering faster than others is a very big advantage.

As for Bradley, let alone computer software, he has never even touched a real computer.

The mainframe that IBM sold to Pan Am Airways had to occupy two full floors. The computer was reserved for university laboratories, US military laboratories and large corporations.

Therefore, when Li Changheng said that he was a software engineer, the poor reporter Bradley didn't even have any doubts.

Instead, he looked at him enviously, and met a young, kind-hearted genius in San Francisco in a foreign country, so he couldn't help but feel good about Li Changheng.

"Henry, are you here on vacation in Rome?"

"Almost." Li Changheng nodded, and then said nonsense, "Vacation is one aspect, and the other is to find a good craftsman in Italy to help me make a word processor according to my idea."

"Word processor?"

Bradley didn't react for a while, Li Changheng smiled secretly in his heart, and said that the typewriter specially used for counterfeiting checks was a word processor, but there was no problem at all.

He explained casually, "It's just an electronic typewriter with a memory function, which can not only correct typos, but also connect to a printer."

As a reporter, Bradley, who has been using typewriters all year round, soon asked pleasantly, "That is to say, once you type a wrong letter in the word processor you invented, you don't have to type it again like a mechanical typewriter. share?"

"That's right, that's what it means."

Li Changheng nodded with a smile, but within a few seconds, he put away his smile.

From the surprised expression on Bradley's face, it is not difficult to see that the things he just talked about seem to be very promising.

The stock of typewriters in the United States and Europe is definitely comparable to that of office computers in the future. Basically, companies that need to type will buy one.

Perhaps just one small step toward correcting wrong letters could turn a new typewriter into a hit.

And half a step ahead is a genius, this new typewriter is just right, and it won't be called a lunatic because it produces something far beyond the technology of this era.

Heck, I seem to have to speed up the progress of making money. If I have hundreds of thousands of dollars in hand, it's really not a problem to come up with this kind of typewriter that can be modified and connected to a printer.

Thinking of this, Li Changheng immediately forgot about Princess Anne who was still lying on the roadside stone.

"Sorry, Bradley, I suddenly came up with a new idea. If you are free, you can find me at the Autograph Hotel, 100 meters north of the Obelisk. Good night."

After finishing speaking, Li Changheng turned around and wanted to leave, but before taking two steps, Bradley grabbed him.

But Li Changheng, whose physical fitness has been improving for more than a month, will not be held back by Bradley, who looks tall but is just an ordinary person.

After grabbing Li Changheng's arm, Bradley was led to stagger a few steps forward. It was not until Li Changheng grabbed him that he stabilized his body and fell to the ground without being pulled.

"God, are you Superman?"

Li Changheng waited for Bradley to stand up, then shrugged with a smile, "I am a crazy lover of fitness and Chinese Kung Fu. Although I look thinner, my strength is definitely much, much stronger than yours."

"Well, you are indeed stronger than me." Bradley rubbed his slightly strained forearm to hide his embarrassment, then pointed to the girl beside him and said, "How about we wake her up, Get a taxi to take her home,

If you can't wake up, since you can afford a four-star Autograph Hotel, you wouldn't mind opening a normal room for this girl, right? "

"this,,".

It is definitely impossible to send people home now, not to mention sending them to the embassy, ​​they have to accept various inquiries and even investigations, and it is very troublesome just to explain why Annie's identity is known.

And based on the principle of maximizing benefits, taking her to the hotel tonight is the best choice.

Li Changheng pretended to be hesitant, and whispered, "I don't care about the hotel money, but neither of us knows her, let alone her details.

In case she is a liar who specializes in catching tourists like me, it must be me, a foreigner, who suffers in the end."

Bradley looked at Li Changheng admiringly, thinking in his heart that no wonder Li Changheng dared to travel abroad alone at such a young age.

Just this cautious mind can prevent the troubles and dangers of the 8th floor.

Then Li Changheng muttered, "How about I go to the hotel and call the police?"

"NO, absolutely not," Bradley shook his head immediately, "Put this kind of drunken girl in the cell, who knows what will happen tonight?

Even the next day we might never see her again."

Li Changheng smiled inwardly, and asked tentatively, "Then why don't you take her home?"

"God," Bradley took out the only banknote from his pocket, and said mockingly, "Do you think I've been cheated out of the last 5,000 lire I used to eat this month?"

According to the thinking of normal people, basically there is no such person who will tell someone he just met that he is a poor ghost.

When Bradley heard that Li Changheng said that he was a software engineer, a high-tech, cutting-edge profession, he thought about how to find some valuable news about the young and handsome Li Changheng.

He admires Li Changheng, but is his appreciation comparable to money?

And he was also very interested in the word processor that Li Changheng was talking about.