Chapter 147

  Information Road, roadside.

   Since Xiao Yu and Fatty Fatty entered the campus, Zhao Song kept walking around until Fatty Fatty walked over slowly.

   "Brother Fatty, how is Xiaoyu, are you still getting used to it?" Zhao Song greeted the dead fat man walking alone with an anxious face.

   "Don't worry, the class is full of good kids, and the head teacher is still a child, so I'll explain it all." Fatty Fatty said with a smile.

   Zhao Song breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, "Brother Fat, how much did you spend, but you can't let you spend it."

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

   Zhao Song paused for a moment and said, "Fat brother, that thing is worthless." You don't want to leave 18 sets of Tesla mainframes for your future son, not 18 suites, right?

"That MOD isn't worth much, but how much is it worth now?" The dead fat man continued happily: "In America, someone has already started to collect the old Apple IMAC, bro, waiting for Tesla to buy these two Take something back."

   Zhao Song understands the meaning of the dead fat man. Last year, he imagined that the millionth computer was collected by a famous American museum after it went offline. It was lively for a while.

   But Zhao Song knows that even if the broken thing is sold after 18 years, no fool will buy it, unless it is Apple, as for Tesla... Does the flower grower have such a business?

   Zhao Song thought for a while before agreeing, "Brother Fatty, I can give it to you, but you are not allowed to play with liquid nitrogen with a cannon, it is too dangerous."

  The dead fat man was overjoyed, "Then it's settled, I'll go to Zhonghai to get it when I have time." After speaking, he turned and walked towards Passat, which was 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 pay a lot of money to buy it back from you!"

  The text message interrupted Zhao Song's unrealistic thoughts. He picked up the phone and looked at it. Zhao Song turned his head to Er Mao and said, "Xiaoyu will buy stationery with classmates in a while. You stay away and follow me. I'll go back to the company first."

  Er Mao nodded in agreement, clenching the steering wheel with both hands and staring at the school gate.

  “…”

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

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

  …………

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

  Columbia University girls' dormitory, quiet and tired, took a sip of coffee, then stood up and walked back and forth in the dormitory.

   Until the irritability calmed down, she returned to the chair.

   opened the laptop screen, opened the small game that Mike gave her, entered a few English letters quietly and casually, looked at various graphics, and grinned at the corner of his mouth like a smile.

After playing for a while, Wen Jing took out a USB flash drive from the drawer—a gift that handsome Mike gave her before parting. In addition to games, there were also some research materials. On the computer table, 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 has been disliked by each other since childhood, is now with her in New York, and she knows that the girl is secretly busy. My only friend, the sunny day far away in Kyoto, has been busy with chatter recently, and has rarely even returned to E-mail.

   "Why don't I do something too?" Wen Jing tilted her head cutely and pinched the USB flash drive in her hand, "Then do it, no matter if it succeeds or not, it's enough to meet the doctoral graduation."

   Wen Jing and naughty smile, picked up the phone and dialed.

   "Good evening, Mike, I hope I didn't disturb you by calling so late..."

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

  ………….

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

   Zhao Song sat in front of Ding Tao, Wei Fang, Zhao Lei, and a lawyer from Fu Jianxing Law Firm, "This time I'm going to trouble Miss Wei again."

  Wei Fang smiled and said, "Thank you Boss Zhao for giving me business!"

   Zhao Song nodded and said to everyone: "This time, it's still a character like a beard on a keyboard. When his feelings are over, he founded a company named Wesonic."

   In his previous life, Zhao Song knew that this brand was because he was poor. Although he has wooden ears and the back of his ears, the difference between some random earphones and HIFI-level earphones can be heard at a glance.

  At that time, big foreign brands couldn't afford it, so he could only go online to find products from small factories based on cost-effectiveness. Then he knew that Wesonic-German Goethe's ODM business was not an OEM, and then Zhao Song was stunned.

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

  Chinese people do not recognize domestic brands, Zhao Song is not worried, this kind of thing is not a waste of him to worry about, as big funds like Xiaomi enter this industry, sooner or later, there will be a resounding domestic brand. Zhao Song just thought dumbfoundedly, why is the flower grower always so **** good in such a sloppy industry?

   "Tesla's goal is to maximize its shareholding. We do not require management rights, but a certain percentage of R&D investment needs to be written in the contract."

Seeing that several people were listening carefully, Zhao Song continued: "Tesla's first-generation music player is about to be put into research and development. You need to make the headphone ODM order as a condition to let Vesonic's boss Yu Zhi participate in the headset. And the development and debugging of the player firmware, of course, this condition can also be placed in the investment negotiation.”

  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 the music player, and I am even more optimistic about our Teslaportableaudiodevice! Oh, by the way, our player is called TPOD!"

  After the 21st century, in the IT industry, in addition to Apple products allowing people to queue up to buy, there is only a period when MP3 was just popularized. As for Xiaomi's hungry 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 is the main focus of the negotiation, and I hope Miss Wei will give her full assistance."

   "Should be."

   Zhao Song glanced at his watch and stood up. "It's almost time, so I won't deliver it. I hope to wait for your good news soon."

   "Boss!" Ding Tao was about to say something but was stunned by Zhao Song.

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

  …….

   After everyone left, Zhao Song took out the vibrating mobile phone in his trouser pocket.

   glanced at the caller number, Zhao Song pressed the answer button strangely: "Wen Jing?"

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

  Because other than Li Wei, you are the only one who can call from America. Zhao Song didn't dare to say this, but asked with seeming concern, "Have you been doing well recently?"

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

   "Doctor? Talk to me? Are you sure you've got the wrong person?"

   "No, I'm pretty sure! It's about PerpendicularMagneticRecording?"

   Zhao Song said woodenly, "What the hell?"

   "Pfft~" Wen Jingyou heard the strange words that she had been away from for a long time, and she was in a happy mood. "Sorry, if it is translated into flower writing, it should be - vertical recording technology!"

  Cash: 2.12 million

   (end of this chapter)