Chapter 325 Joe Madman and TPOD

   This New Year's Eve, "Legend" appeared in other topics for the first time. This online game, which has been in trial operation for a month and a half, began to slowly show its due power.

   Judgment, Blessing Oil, Attacking Sand and Defending Sand, PK, City Lord!

  Some inexplicable words slowly appeared in the topics of many netizens, "Legend" is really popular!

   The fire came suddenly and without warning.

   This New Year, not only Zhao Song’s Tesla will not have a holiday, but Chen Qiao’s Shanda will also not have a holiday.

   In this life, with more investment from Zhao Song and Chen Qiaokong's superb skills, the call center of 50 people was established before the official operation of "Legend".

  From morning to night, the consultation phone is always busy 24 hours a day.

  Shanghai's 50 sets of servers are full, and Jiangzhong's 30 sets of servers are full. Before February 1, the new 50 sets of servers in Shenzhen will also be set up.

  The charging operation of "Legend" is a full month later than another time and space, but in terms of server scale, it is more than twice as large.

   Zhao Song, who was on his way home, did not know that because of his excessive participation, the development of many things around him was gradually accelerating.

   It is as if he scolded a Chinese scientist, which may slow down the progress of certain technologies.

  Across the Pacific Ocean, America.

   It seems that the New Year's Eve of the flower growers has nothing to do with this place. As for the pictures of Chinese and overseas Chinese and foreign friends spending the New Year on TV, you may see that when you go to Chinatown, flower growers in other places still do not have such a big influence!

  Apple Inc.

  In the office, Madman Joe looked at a pile of dismantled parts and a CD player-style player on the table, and then asked blankly, "What is this big guy?"

   A bald foreigner replied: "NOMADJukebox, a hard drive MP3 that the innovation company has just withdrawn! Steve, it seems that we can't win the first place!"

   "It looks a lot bigger than a CD player!" Madman Qiao said indifferently: "Have you evaluated it?"

  Bald nodded: "Super expensive price, exaggerated power consumption and portability in the opposite direction, contrary to all the characteristics of the IPOD we are developing, have not caused much response in the market!"

   "So." Madman Qiao looked at the pair of broken parts, his eyes flashing inexplicably, "Our future opponent is still this little thing!"

   "It's rudimentary, very primitive, and it's a compliment to say it's shoddy!" Jobs looked at the round button of TPOD on the desktop, and then said: "Except for the excellent appearance and sound quality, everything else is useless!"

"Steve, we checked at the State Patent Office, and on the appearance patent of the button, the application numbers of our two companies came sooner or later." The bald shrugged his shoulders and continued, "I think we will wait until the official patent is issued. On that day, some of our two lawsuits were fought!"

"Steve." A tall and thin middle-aged man next to the bald head suddenly said: "Although Dimeng won the MP3 copyright case, I believe that the Recording Industry Association will not give up, and we paid real money to get the Internet Copyright, do you want to…”

  Crazy Joe didn't answer, but asked another tall and thin middle-aged man: "Cook, how is our ITUNES response?"

   Cook is a tall, thin middle-aged man. He is currently the head of Apple's computer division.

   Shaking his head, Cook said, "It's been a week since itunes was introduced to our MACOS system, and there hasn't been much fluctuation. After all, everyone prefers to use free MP3s!"

  Crazy Joe looked at the bald head, "How long will it take for our IPOD?"

   "As early as October as planned!"

   "Then let our lawyers get ready, launch it in October, and don't give that flower grower any time to react! I hope that by then, in the American market, only the IPOD player will be sold!"

  ………………..

  January 24th, the first day of the new year, at the Tesla Industrial Park in Pyeongchang District.

   At seven o'clock in the morning, the door opened early, and two elderly old men were earnestly sweeping away the dust and the firecracker debris that came from nowhere.

   During the Chinese New Year, there are always people patrolling around the Tesla factory to prevent people from firing guns nearby.

   "Uncle Zhang, Uncle Li, morning!"

   "Morning Mr. Gui!"

   With a few greetings, more and more people wearing Tesla work uniforms entered the factory. The greetings and New Year's greetings were very lively and orderly.

   7:30.

  Material warehouse, a small PCB board that has been cut, together with countless other PCB boards, was transported to the No. 4 workshop by logistics trolleys one by one.

  There, the previous lean PC assembly line was dismantled to the electronic park park warehouse of Kyoto Electric Controls years ago, and now it has become a complete SMT workshop.

   8:00 sharp.

The    bell rang, the small PCB board was held in the hands of a worker, and he checked it over and over again. After repeatedly confirming that it was all right, it was sent to the SMT machine and began to be patched.

The SMT production line has a very high degree of automation. There are 4 assembly lines in the entire No. 4 plant, but the number of workers is less than 50. Their duty is to keep an eye on the machine. Once anything abnormal happens, immediately stop the machine to check. .

  8:50 minutes.

  The small PCB came to another worker. At this time, it was covered with capacitors and chips. The worker put it under the industrial magnifying glass for a final inspection.

Fortunately, the small PCB board is free of any flaws. It is carefully attached with a layer of shock-proof film and placed in a large packing box that is neatly stacked. Next to the packing box, there is a blue plastic box, which is covered with the whole body. The small PCBs of the company are already half full. These small PCB boards cannot be found by the naked eye of ordinary people, but they are still abandoned here.

  9:00.

   The small PCB board was re-loaded into the logistics truck, and 5 minutes later, it arrived at the No. 5 workshop.

   There, sixteen conveyor belt assembly lines are ready to go, and each assembly line is full of people, which is completely opposite to the empty No. 4 factory.

The switch has already been pulled down, and the assembly line is running constantly. The workers in the material department took the small PCB out of the packaging box and put it in a storage box, where many other accessories have been put in early. , including a nice TPOD2 case.

The    storage box was put on the conveyor belt, and after a short walk, a worker took it from the conveyor belt to the workbench and began to assemble it in earnest.

   The movements are not skilled, but they are serious and unusual. Behind the worker, there are people checking with probes from time to time. After seeing that he has no accident, he walks away again.

  9:47.

  An assembled semi-finished product was reloaded into the storage box, and then placed on the conveyor belt, and the small PCB board disappeared, becoming a beautiful TPOD2.

  10:30.

   Zhao Song took a square box from Gui Luyang.

   The packaging box is simple and compact, as simple as "no design"!

   On the top surface, there is no text, only a black-gray plexiglass with a fluorescent orange T on it, sparkling.

   Four sides, two TPOD fonts and two TPOD photos, staggered.

   This is the packaging of the second-generation TPODshulle. The meaning of "no design" can be expressed here as: no artificial creation, everything seems to evolve in the same steps as the times. The font has changed, the font size has changed, the product is bigger, the product is closer, bold use of black...

   Zhao Song carefully unpacked, took out a black TPOD, took off the hearing aid, and put the same black earphones into his ears.

  “Boom~~”

  “Boom~~”

  “Boom~~~”

   "Let me say goodbye to you

   Gently pull out my hand

  ………….”

   Tsai Qin's "Ferry".

   Zhao Song closed his eyes gently and carefully felt the three drum beats. Even if he was a wooden ear, he was very sure that three times, he could feel the vibration of the drum surface!

   Well done, Wesonic!

   Two chapters, a popular science about Godson will be published tomorrow.

  

  

   (end of this chapter)