Most people who can create an eye-catching business from scratch are good at mobilizing people's emotions. Every time they stand on the podium, they will exude a different kind of passion, so as to attract people's attention to themselves, and then use all means to fool them into buying. Their own products, simply put, are gods preaching.
What's interesting is that Gai is not included in this list. He is very powerful in R&D and management, but he is not capable of fooling people like a magic stick. But his first business manager, Ballmer, who now sits on the Microsoft CEO throne, is more than a genius. It is said that at Microsoft's internal employees' parties, this guy often climbs the table like a monkey and yells at employees to cheer up employees' morale.
So, it can be said that Jobs, who is also quite good in R&D and operation, but also very good at fooling people, is smarter than his classmate Gai? It's hard to say, although Jobs has everything, but it was after he suffered a big loss, he got up and got back to his current results, and Gai has failed since he started his business
In any case, when the press conference started, Jobs drew everyone's attention to himself with a few simple words, followed by eloquently introducing the product and fooling reporters, a set of words came out of his mouth. A feeling similar to "Whoever believes in me has eternal life." Angela has completely become a vase this time. Sitting on it is nothing but a smile. After all, this is a technology product launch conference. When it comes to ideas, she can still come up with a few to bluff people, but when it comes to core technologies, she is really blind.
I don't know if it was because Jobs became the most dazzling star at the press conference and attracted too much attention, or because most technology reporters didn't expect Miss Angel above to understand these technologies, so basically no one asked her questions. They didn't applaud more until Jobs announced that Angela would be the face of the iPod.
"Excuse me, Miss Angela, I believe you have tried this player, so what do you think of it?"
"I just wanted to say, this is a great music player, it's small and light and it's cool."
"Can you be more specific, Miss Angela?"
"As for its function, Steve has just said it in great detail, I don't want to repeat it. I can only give a general feeling, after all, how to use it can only be known. But I believe that this little thing is very One will be available soon.”
"Miss Angela, why did you act as the spokesperson for the iPod, or did you write a song on purpose?"
"Since Mr. Bill Gates can endorse the windows system, it seems that I can also endorse the iPod, right?"
Controlling this situation is already a familiar thing for Angela. Although technology reporters are also very gossipy, they are still far worse than entertainment reporters. Even if someone raises technical issues, she calmly pushes them to the point. On Jobs. In the end, even if entertainment reporters joined in, it still wouldn't change the situation.
"A great show, you're great, Angie," Jobs told her after the show.
"Come on, Steve, everyone knows that you are the protagonist of the conference." Angela shook her head with a smile.
"Hey, I'm serious, it's only then that you look like a... woman!" Jobs smacked his lips, "I agree with Ed and the others in this regard, and I've been with you for a long time, and I won't treat you as usual. as a woman."
"Is this a compliment?" Angela raised her eyebrows high.
"It doesn't matter if you think so," Jobs spread his hands. "Frankly, sometimes I envy Jedi."
The girl raised the corners of her mouth, and then changed the subject: "Since I'm good at it, why do you still complain?"
"Please, at your charity concert, I have donated a lot. Do you want me to donate Apple's entire quarter's profits?" Jobs said helplessly.
At the previous press conference, when an entertainment reporter wentssiply asked Angela how much it would cost to be the image spokesperson for an iPod, Angela did not give a direct answer but said that it would be donated to charities in batches, so the specific number will be available at that time. understood. While earning a lot of admiration, Jobs couldn't help but jokingly asked if he wanted them to donate as well.
"Come on, Steve, you must know that I didn't have a penny in the first year as an image spokesperson, and I had to pay for the donation I promised before." Angela said and stopped, and followed a whim. said: "Hey, how about this, let several major shareholders each take out 1% of the shares, and then set up a charitable fund?"
"Good idea, but you have to contact them yourself." Jobs' response was to spread his hands directly.
The press conference was a success, but it took a little longer, but after getting in the car, Angela still decided to go back to Los Angeles.
"I have nothing to do here, and there are still a lot of things in Los Angeles." The girl explained, "It's only about a six-hour drive, and it's only 8 or 9 o'clock in the evening when I arrive in Los Angeles."
"So, you're not going to attend Apple's evening reception?" Maeves asked as she took off her headset.
"Yes, anyway, I'm only a major shareholder and not a member of the board of directors. Besides, I don't know anything about business, but I don't want to stand there like a vase that doesn't understand anything. Even if I am an image spokesperson, I have my own freedom. Isn't it?" Angela shrugged, "More importantly, Mr. CEO has agreed."
"If someone dares to laugh at a 21-year-old young girl with a personal asset of almost 10 billion, if she doesn't understand anything in business, then his head must be flooded." Mavis shook her head.
"It's a fact," Angela said, taking her eyes away from the view out of the car window and looking at Mavis, "I've said it many times, it's basically luck. Of course, with the help of my parents."
Mavis didn't seem to want to continue this topic, and handed the iPod in her hand to Angela: "I have to admit, this little thing is still very interesting, I can imagine that the streets are full of men and women listening to the iPod while walking. "
"I also believe it, but it's a little different." Angela raised the iPod in her hand and shook it, "This is specially made for me, and it's officially released, it should be like this."
With a smile, she took out the other box, shook it, and handed it to Mavis.
"Rich people..." Mavis muttered and opened the box, frowning slightly and took out the iPod from the box. This one is indeed different from the one just now. There is no silvery white light, and the buttons of the track selection plate are also mechanical. There are many other things, but it is still a good player.
"If all the ones on the market are customized for you, probably not many people can afford them." Maeves said with a sigh.
"This is the prerogative of an image spokesperson. Besides, I added a lot of functions after reminding me." Angela said a little proudly, but she quickly restrained herself: "If you like it, give this one away. Give it to you."
"You're so generous, it costs a few hundred dollars." Maeves shrugged and put the iPod back in the box.
"It's okay, besides, I haven't given you anything in the past." Angela looked at the iPod box and suddenly became a little lost.
"It's really... a question that makes it hard to choose." Maeves tapped her fingers on the box, obviously she still liked this little thing. But before she made a decision, the box in her hand was suddenly snatched by Angela: "That's it, even if you donate it, it's your own business. In short, don't return it to me—of course, not now."
Saying that, Angela started to make a call: "Hi, Steve, it's me... Of course not, I'm on the highway now... That's it, I want three... No, a dozen or so samples of this The machine... what else, of course it's given as a gift, and they can also do free advertising for the ipod... good, thank you, yes yes, I paid for it, you don't have to worry that much..."
Meiweisi, who was next to him, didn't say a word, but when Angela said "three" and then changed it to "a dozen", her eyebrows involuntarily raised.
When I got back to Los Angeles, it was completely dark, the city of Angels was still brightly lit, and all kinds of people came and went on the streets. For many, nightlife is just getting started.
"Go to Rennells Street." Angela said to Buckett who was driving the car just after entering the city, and Mavis, who heard the place name clearly, stroked her pursed lips with her finger.
The car quickly arrived at the destination, and Angela, who had dressed herself up early, got out of the car with the iPod box.
"I'll be down soon, I promise, so you don't have to follow." Angela, who was sorting her clothes, said to Mavis, then looked left and right, walked quickly to the door of the apartment and pressed the doorbell.
"Which one are you looking for?" A familiar voice quickly came from the communicator.
Great, she's at home. Angela breathed a sigh of relief, then said carefully, "Hi, Jesse, it's me."
"Angie?!" There was a surprised voice over there, but then it fell silent again, and the anxious Angela hurriedly said, "Yes, it's me, Jesse, I just came back from San Francisco."
A few minutes later, the door rang, and Angela took a deep breath and walked in after the door opened.
"I thought... you were still in Boston," said Jessica, who went upstairs.
Because her back was facing away, Angela couldn't see her expression, so she said deliberately: "If you have ever paid attention to Apple's website, you should know that there is a new product launch this morning, and a mysterious big star will Act as a representative."
"Oh?" Jessica didn't look back and went straight to the living room.
"So I went to Silicon Valley yesterday afternoon," Angela had no choice but to go on. "After the press conference, I went straight back to Los Angeles and just entered the city. I think you must not have slept at this time, and you are not very much. I like to go to nightclubs, so I took a detour. I didn't expect you to be at home, I'm... very happy."
"Of course, where would I be when I'm not at home at this time?" Jessica, who was holding a water glass, finally turned around. Although she tried to make herself look as if nothing had happened, she was not good at disguising herself after all. Sika's pretty face had only the word depression on it. Angela lowered her head pretending to be drinking water, she really didn't want to look at Jessica.
"You know, since I'm the image spokesperson, I have to use this wherever I go," Angela handed the iPod box to Jessica, "Frankly speaking, this thing is still very good to use. , so I wanted to send you one to try it out first—I promise it's not a promotion for my own company's product."
Hearing the last sentence, Jessica couldn't help but chuckle. Angela's heart suddenly relaxed slightly, but after hesitating for a while, she stood up: "That's it, I still have activities to participate in these few days, so I'll go first."
"Angie," Jessica finally said, "you... how are you doing?"
"Not bad, in addition to the post-production of "Brokeback Mountain", I recorded the new song "What More Can I Give" with MJ, which was broadcast on TV earlier this month." Angela replied, then turned her head again , "I remember telling you on the phone, right?"
"I know, I just..." Jessica gestured, rubbing her teeth on her lips, "I just want to hear you stand in front of me and say this to me yourself."
Angela closed her mouth immediately, and after a while she suddenly stepped forward and hugged Jessica tightly: "I'm sorry, Jesse."
"Angie... Angie..." Jessica just whispered her lover's name.
"Sorry, I'm leaving, Jesse." Angela left Jessica's embrace and strode down.
"Angie!" Jessica suddenly raised her voice, and Angela immediately stopped.
As soon as she turned around, Jessica swooped up and blocked Angela's lips. Wildly demanding again and again, over and over, over and over again, never ending. She had never kissed Angela so fiercely, but at this moment, she didn't care about anything, as if she just wanted to take the girl in front of her for herself.
After a long time, the two finally separated, and the heavy breathing made them unable to speak at all, so they hugged tightly against the wall. However, even though the heartbeat has returned to normal, neither of the two have spoken to each other, and they just kissed each other lightly and warmly occasionally.
Finally, Jessica released Angie silently and left the apartment.
"You said, you will come down soon." Mavis said after Angela sat in.
"How fast do you think I should be? Immediately after entering and exiting?" Angela replied coldly, obviously telling the other party not to mess with her, but her voice became hoarse in just a few minutes.
Mavis glanced at her and then glanced at the apartment door: "Your face is very ugly, what happened?"
"It's okay." Angela replied briefly, waving to Buckett to shut his mouth and never speak again after driving. She held her forehead with her left hand and hid herself in the shadow of the car. She didn't know what was going on in her darkened eyes, and she didn't take it away after covering her chest with her right hand.
The female detective didn't ask any further questions, just frowned slightly and pursed her lips meaningfully.
"Frankly speaking, I like it very much, and the final result should be it." Angela, who entered the villa through the grass, said to the two men in the room who were constantly talking.
"So Miss Angela has decided?" The tall white man who was slightly thinner than Sparrow immediately clapped his hands excitedly, "Congratulations, Miss Angela, I want to say, you are really very discerning, To know… "
"Stop, Mr. Bignell, you've said it no less than ten times." Angela hurriedly made a pause gesture.
"I just... want to congratulate Miss Angela," the tall and thin Bignell spread out his hands, "It's my honor to serve you, you don't know how much I heard this sentence happy."
"Yeah, so you can get a lot of agency fees, right?" Angela said sarcastically.
"Of course, as long as you are satisfied." Bignell nodded repeatedly without denying it.
Whenever someone buys a house, they find an intermediary, and Gary Bignell is one such intermediary. The difference is that his clients are limited to wealthy people like Angela.
"That's it, Jack." Angela nodded to Sparrow.
This manor villa covers an area not smaller than that of the home, but the buildings are relatively more scattered. Although it is simple, it is quite fashionable, and the greening is quite good. For Angela, who prefers to be more natural and not so many rooms, this is simply tailor-made for her.
"Okay, miss, I'll discuss the next thing with Mr. Bignell," Sparrow replied.
"Everything is left to you, I still have something to do, so I will take a step first." Angela said and walked out, and stopped after two steps: "By the way, Jack, the interior of the house has to be redecorated, I hope Simple but not as simple as the exterior. Of course, the old way, I need to look at the blueprints.”
After Sparrow expressed his understanding, the girl strode out with her close-fitting Mavis, and Hudd, who had been waiting for a long time, opened the car door for her, followed Buckett to start the car and drove out of the manor.
"Backett, you know the location, so I'll take a nap now and call me when I get there," Angela said, leaning her arms against the back of the seat and closing her eyes, "If possible, it's best for me to arrive on time, I I don't want to be late."
The reason why I told me so is because I want to participate in a program that is not well-known at present, but will be very popular in the future - "American Idol" of Fox Broadcasting Company!
Angela neither likes nor hates these kinds of talent shows, but it gives those who are eager to perform a stage to express themselves. However, the reason why she agreed to Fox's invitation is to see the future potential of this show. It's also part of her plan - to use whatever means at her disposal to increase her influence.
Of course, this is not unprincipled. For example, she refused the other party's invitation to be a judge, and only agreed to be a special guest during the audition and the final.