Rebirth Turn of the Century

Information Road, the side of the road.

Ever since Xiao Yu and Fatty entered the campus, Zhao Song kept walking up and down until Fatty walked over slowly.

"Brother Fat, how is Xiaoyu, are you still used to it?" Zhao Song anxiously greeted the dead fat man who came alone.

"Don't worry, the class is full of good kids, the class teacher is still my child, and I have already explained everything." The fat man said with a smile.

Zhao Song breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, "Fat brother, how much money did you spend, I can't let you spend this money."

The fat man waved his hand, looked at Zhao Song and said, "If you want to thank brother, give me that world number one."

Zhao Song was stunned for a moment, and said, "Brother Fat, that thing is worthless." You don't mean to leave eighteen sets of Tesla hosts to your future son, instead of eighteen sets, do you?

"That MOD is not worth much, but how much do you think it is worth now?" The fat man continued cheerfully: "In the United States, some people have already started collecting old Apple IMACs. My brother is waiting for your Tesla to put these two Take something back."

Zhao Song understood the meaning of the dead fat man. Last year, he imagined that the millionth computer was collected by a famous museum in the United States after it went offline, and it was lively for a while.

But Zhao Song knew that no fool would buy that crap even if it was sold eighteen years later, unless it was Apple. As for Tesla...do flower growers have such a business?

Zhao Song thought for a while before agreeing, "Fat brother, I can give it to you, but you are not allowed to play with liquid nitrogen with the barrel of the cannon, that thing is too dangerous."

The fat man was overjoyed, "Then it's settled, I'll go to Zhong Hai Na when I'm free." After speaking, he turned and walked towards the Passat not far away.

Zhao Song looked at his back, but thought in his heart, "If there is such a day in Tesla, I am willing to spend a lot of money to buy it back from you!"

The sound of the text message interrupted Zhao Song's unrealistic thoughts. He picked up the phone and looked at it. Zhao Song turned to Ermao and said, "Xiaoyu will buy stationery with her classmates later. Stay away and follow me. I'll go back to the company first."

Er Mao nodded solemnly, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and staring at the school gate.

"..."

"Get out of the car!" Zhao Song roared, "I'm the boss, you want me to walk over."

"You have to act like a boss." Er Mao got out of the car angrily and walked towards the school gate.

………

At this time, on the other side of the water blue star, it was already eight o'clock in the night in New York.

In the female dormitory of Columbia University, Wen Jing took a sip of coffee tiredly, then stood up and walked back and forth in the dormitory.

She didn't return to the chair until her restless mood calmed down.

Opening the laptop screen, opening the little game Mike gave her, Wen Jing casually entered a few English letters, looked at various graphics, and Wen Jing grinned at the corner of her mouth with a half-smile.

After playing for a while, Wen Jing took out a USB flash drive from the drawer—a gift given to her by the handsome Mike before he left. In addition to the game, there were also some research materials in it. On the computer desk, there were piles of thick paper. Wen Jing's recent research results on these materials.

Rubbing the USB flash drive, Wen Jing kept thinking about it.

Zhao Song's ex-girlfriend, Li Wei, who had disliked each other since she was a child, is now in New York with her, and she knows that girl is busy in secret. My only friend, who is far away in the sunny day of Kyoto, has been busy chatting lately, even rarely replying to E-mail.

"How about I do something too?" Wen Jing tilted her head cutely, and pinched the USB flash drive in her hand, "Then do it, whether it succeeds or not, it's enough for a Ph.D. graduation."

Wen Jing smiled mischievously, picked up the phone and dialed.

"Good evening, Mike, I hope the late call didn't bother you..."

"Wen?!" On the other end of the phone came the surprised voice of the handsome Mike.

……….

At the same time, the conference room of Zhonghai Electronics Mall.

Sitting in front of Zhao Song were Ding Tao, Wei Fang, Zhao Lei, and a lawyer from Fu Jianxing Law Firm, "This time I will trouble Miss Wei again."

Wei Fang said with a smile: "I have to thank Boss Zhao for sending me business!"

Zhao Song nodded, and then said to everyone: "This time, it's still a character with a bearded keyboard. When his feelings came, he founded a company called Wesonic."

In his previous life, Zhao Song knew that this brand was due to poverty. Although he has wooden ears and behind-the-ears, he can still hear the difference between some random headphones and HIFI-level headphones.

At that time, big foreign brands couldn’t afford it, so he could only search online for products from small factories based on cost-effectiveness. Then he learned that Weisonic, the ODM of Goethe in Germany, was not an OEM, and then Zhao Song was confused.

In the future, 95% of the earphones sold around the world will be designed and manufactured by florists, which shows that florists can produce high-end earphones.

Chinese people do not recognize domestic brands, and Zhao Song is not worried. It is not up to a trash like him to worry about this kind of thing. As big funds like Xiaomi enter this industry, sooner or later a famous domestic brand will rise. Zhao Song was just thinking in a daze, why are flower growers always so fucking awesome in this kind of unorthodox industry?

"Tesla's goal is to maximize equity participation. We do not require management rights, but a certain percentage of R\u0026D investment needs to be written in the contract."

Seeing that several people were listening carefully, Zhao Song continued: "Tesla's first-generation music player will be put into research and development soon. You need to get the headphone ODM order as a condition, so that Yu Zhi, the boss of Wesonic, can participate in the headphone production. and player firmware development and debugging, of course, this condition can also be included in investment negotiations.”

Ding Tao asked: "Boss, is there anything special about this person and his company? You are so optimistic about him."

Zhao Song shook his head, "I am optimistic about music players, and I am even more optimistic about our Tesla portable audio device! Oh, yes, our player is called TPOD!"

After the 21st century, in the IT industry, except for Apple products that can make people queue up to buy, there is only this period when MP3 has just become popular. As for Xiaomi's thirsty sales? Still don't count it.

"TPOD?" Wei Fang said with a smile, "It's a nice name."

"Thank you!" Zhao Song happily accepted Wei Fang's compliment, and then said to her: "This time, Ding Tao will be the main negotiator. I hope Miss Wei will give her full assistance."

"It should."

Zhao Song looked at his watch and stood up, "It's almost time, so I won't deliver it. I hope to hear from you soon."

"Boss!" Ding Tao hesitated to say something, but was glared back by Zhao Song.

Ding Tao opened his mouth, gritted his teeth, and left with everyone.

 ….

After everyone had left, Zhao Song took out the cell phone that had been vibrating in his trouser pocket.

Glancing at the calling number, Zhao Song pressed the answer button strangely: "Quiet?"

"How did you guess it was mine?" Wen Jing asked with a smile on the other end of the phone.

Because besides Li Wei, you are the only one who can call from America. Zhao Song didn't dare to say this, but asked with concern: "How are you doing recently?"

"Very good, thank you for your concern, Zhao Song, I want to talk to you about some things about my doctoral thesis?"

"Doctor? Talk to me? Are you sure you're looking for the right person?"

"No, I'm sure! It's about Perpendicular Magnetic Recording?"

Zhao Song said woodenly: "What the hell?"

"Pfft~" Wen Jingyou heard the strange words after a long absence, and immediately became happy, "Sorry, if it is translated into Huawen, it should be—vertical recording technology!"

Cash: 2.12 million