In an office above the Best Buy chain, the pricey Toshiba PDA has been dismantled into disjointed parts.
Eric looked at the small Toshiba hard drive the size of a credit card in his hand, and said to Rhett Jackman in doubt: "1.8 inches, it shouldn't be so big, I think this hard drive is at least about 4 inches."
Eric's identity was exposed, Rhett Jackman was a little more respectful, and patiently explained: "Mr. Williams, the size of the hard disk does not refer to the external package, but the diameter of the internal disk platter."
Rhett Jackman said, took the small hard drive in Eric's hand, skillfully opened the back cover with a removal tool, and showed Eric the silver disk platter inside the hard drive, which was slightly larger than a coin, and said: "These aluminum Numerous magnetic powder particles that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye are attached to the alloy disk, and the operation of the magnetic head represents the arrangement of 0 and 1 to record data.”
Linda Evangelista has been a very quiet listener. Hearing Rhett Jackman's concise description, she was surprised: "It's amazing. I just heard you say that the CF card has the capacity of this one. More than ten times, doesn't it mean that it can store more than a thousand photos?"
Rhett Jackman was very pleased with Linda, a beautiful woman, and said with a smile, "According to the resolution rate of current mainstream digital cameras, about 1,600 photos can be stored."
Linda asked: "Then why do digital cameras use a CF card with a very small storage capacity instead of a hard disk?"
Rhett Jackman said: "This involves too many factors, such as technology, cost and market positioning, and even considerations at the company's strategic level. For example, if I were the CEO of Kodak, I would The emergence of digital cameras using hard disk storage technology will be limited as much as possible. Although Kodak produces photographic equipment, more than 70% of their turnover comes from film business. It's a disaster."
Eric took back the small hard drive again, and was still thinking about MP3. Hearing Rhett Jackman's words, and remembering the news of Kodak's sudden collapse in the previous life, he nodded appreciatively, and was a little surprised that the other party had such a vision.
actually. Eric's current status is already more inclined to be the guardian of the old order. According to his position as the major shareholder of Firefly Media Group, it is in his own interest to prevent the emergence of new media and new technologies. But Eric knew better, and really did it. In the end, it will only be eliminated by the market.
The ending of Sony in the previous life is the best example. At the beginning of the MP3 era, Sony’s technology accumulation and music copyright resources far surpassed Apple’s, but it was losing ground in the MP3 market. The fundamental reason was whether Sony wanted to give up completely. Walkman hesitated for a long time on the decision to join the MP3 field, and even once tried to use Sony's strong position in the recording industry to prevent the development of MP3 and Internet music sales models. The result of this contrarian behavior is that the former overlord of the music player industry was completely squeezed out of the market in just a few years.
Eric knew that if he came up with the MP3 player plan, he would definitely be resisted by several major record companies in the future. Even the record department within the Firefly Group will have criticisms, but if they don't do so, it means that this market will be handed over to outsiders, and they will be more passive at that time.
After shopping at Best Buy for two hours, when he left, Eric brought two full boxes that looked like antiques from a futuristic perspective, but at this time they were electronic products using the most advanced technology.
Instead of going back to Cindy's apartment, Eric took Linda to the nearest residence on Sixth Avenue.
After a simple lunch, Eric began to sort out the results of the morning's shopping.
Linda wandered around the luxury duplex apartment overlooking the entire Central Park, smacking her lips with greed and went downstairs. Seeing that Eric was fiddling with a brick-like IBM mobile phone in the living room full of electronic products, and occasionally typing a few times on the open laptop, he leaned over and asked curiously: "Eric, how big is this?" Mobile phone. Does anyone still use it?"
Eric is holding an IBM-Simon mobile phone. When he saw this machine at first, Eric was a little surprised. Although this machine is far larger than the mainstream mobile phone that has been shrunk to the size of a palm, it completely adopts the It is a touch screen operation, except for making calls. It also provides functions such as notepad, memo, perpetual calendar, etc. It is basically a smartphone, and it may very well be the first smartphone in the world.
It's 1995 now. This proves once again that technology is never the problem, strategy is the problem. If IBM in the previous life could continue to invest in research and development according to this idea, it is estimated that Apple would not have too many things.
Shaking the IBM-Simon in his hand, Eric asked Linda: "If this mobile phone is reduced to the size of our palm, would you like to use it?"
Linda took it over and fiddled with it for a while, then shook her head and said, "I'm not interested, it's just a mobile phone, as long as it can make calls, these notepads and memos are useless at all, and a notebook of tens of cents can handle things. It will cost a thousand dollars."
Eric smiled and nodded. From Rhett Jackman in the morning, Eric learned that this bulky IBM mobile phone, as well as Apple's Newton tablet, Sony's electronic notepad, and Toshiba's handheld computer, The sales are very poor, and the root cause is similar to what Linda said. These seemingly high-end electronic products do not have many market prospects because of their very simple functions.
"Then let's make another assumption," Eric picked up the Newton tablet next to him, and said, "If you can use this tablet computer as an e-reader, which can hold hundreds of books, then you are willing to buy it. ?"
"I don't like reading," Linda shook her head, and said, "However, as long as the price is not so expensive, people who like to read should be willing to buy it."
"Well, the sales failed." Eric smiled, put down the Newton tablet, picked up Toshiba's small hard drive, and said: "According to the MP3 audio format developed by Yahoo, this hard drive can hold more than 50 songs. With the development of technology for a few more years, it will not be a problem to hold one or two hundred songs. Then, if there is such a music player the size of a cigarette case, you can put hundreds of songs in your pocket at one time and listen to them anytime, anywhere. . Would you like to buy it?"
"Of course I would." Linda nodded, pointed to the scattered electronic products in the room, and said, "Eric, are you buying these things to develop the music player you mentioned?"
"yes."
Eric nodded. He bought these expensive and low-practice electronic products mainly because he wanted to understand the current technological development level of major components in the electronic field such as LCD screens, flash memory, hard drives, and lithium-ion batteries. Through Intuitive feeling. Confirm whether some of the ideas in your mind are feasible.
Although the development of flash memory capacity has not yet reached the level of manufacturing practical MP3, and the micro-hard disk technology that was once the main storage carrier of MP3 in the previous life has not appeared, but relying on the small hard disk and lithium-ion battery technology that has appeared, the MP3 of the size of a cigarette case has been developed. It's not a problem. Although there is no mini size that is not much bigger than chewing gum in the previous life, it is definitely more avant-garde than Sony's Walkman. Moreover, Eric's main purpose is to grasp the complete MP3 player patented technology in his hands. In this way, Patent rights are strictly protected in Western societies. At least there will be no more situations where many manufacturers rushed to produce MP3 players due to the confusion of patent ownership and authorization in the previous life.
After spending an afternoon dismantling most of the electronic products he bought into a bunch of expensive parts, Eric also compiled a detailed memo for the development of e-book readers, MP3 players and even smartphones.
Breaking away from work, it was already dusk outside the window. Eric originally planned to send this memo to several executives of Yahoo and Jorma Ollila of Nokia, but considering that Chris told Regarding Microsoft's plan to poach people from Yahoo, he decided to let it go for the time being. He planned to wait for the dust to settle in July, and he could take the opportunity to make some preliminary preparations.
Eric found the two cardboard boxes used to hold some electronic equipment in the morning. Picking out some equipment and parts related to the content of the memo and putting them in one box, and throwing all the other messy things into another box, Eric clapped his hands and remembered that Linda should still be here.
The sound of the TV came from the living room next to the living room. Eric walked in, and MTV was playing a fashion show on the TV, but Linda was curled up on the sofa and fell asleep with a pillow. His breath undulates slightly, and his blond hair covers his cheeks. The red lips are slightly parted, a little less heroic and a little more charming.
Silently looking at the perfect girl brought by the Creator to the world for a while, Eric couldn't bear to wake her up, so he sat down gently on the corner of the sofa at Linda's feet, smelling the faint scent of women in the room, leaning on the back of the sofa chair Quietly watched TV.
After sleeping lazily all afternoon, Linda woke up when Eric walked into the living room.
Curious about Eric's reaction when he saw him asleep, Linda didn't open his eyes immediately, and waited patiently for a while, but felt Eric sitting down at his feet and quietly watching TV. She was satisfied that Eric didn't have the bestiality to hold her down a hundred times, but she felt that the man's reaction was too abnormal.
So she continued to fall asleep, but her eyes were secretly opened, the light in the living room was getting dimmer, she could only see his sharp side face with the light of the TV, the makeup she put on in the morning had been washed off, showing his true colors , she thinks, this man's profile is quite attractive.
After a while, the program on the TV suddenly changed, the host Bala gave a call, and played a MV.
*She-packed-st-night-pre-flight
*Zero-hour-nine-am
*And-I\'m-gonna-be-high-as-a-kite-by-then
*I-miss-the-earth-so-much, I-miss-my-wife
*It\'s-lonely-out-in-space
*On-such-a-timeless-flight
*And-I-think-it\'s-gonna-be-a-long-long-time
*…
*…
It is "Rocket-man" by the famous British singer Elton John. She likes this song very much. Elton John's voice is three points sad, three points depressed, three points helpless, and the last point is hysterical .
The lyrics tell the story of a rocket man who has been floating in space for a long time and misses his hometown and misses his wife, but she thinks it is a fable, about a prodigal son in the game world who wants to be safe but can't. This kind of story usually happens in movies. Those bodyguards, secret agents, and soldiers who are about to retire. They are always involuntarily sent to perform the last mission, and then die of course. Of course, these people must be supporting roles. The protagonist has to continue to traverse the world of flowers and games, filming a movie series until the sixteenth.
Before I fell asleep, MTV was still playing the trailer, what is the name of the sixteenth 007, oh, "Golden Eye". Looks like it's coming out in July.
Her thoughts wandered for a while, and she looked at the man sitting on the other side. She didn't know that the heights were overwhelming, and she didn't know that no one would listen to the broken strings. She just instinctively felt that maybe he was also a rocket man. .
I felt my body was stiff from sleep, and I was still a little hungry. I didn't want to pretend to sleep anymore, so I opened my eyes. Subconsciously stretched his lower body, and the small jade feet were just on top of his legs.
"You're awake," Eric turned his head, smiled and held her slender ankle on his lap so she could stretch it out.
Throwing away the pillow in her arms, she nodded, feeling a little itchy on the ankle held by Eric, her face was slightly red, she rubbed it embarrassedly, and said in a somewhat naive tone: "I dreamed that you took this A house was given to me, and then I woke up laughing."
"Oh. Just wake up, otherwise I will definitely cry in your dream."
Although she was very envious, she did not imagine that Eric could give herself this mansion worth tens of millions, if it really happened. Instead, she didn't dare to accept it rashly. Although she wasn't too smart, she knew that everything in this world had a price. In the afternoon, she really dreamed about this kind of situation. The dark environment created by the last twilight made her speak out without any scheming.
Eric's words made her somewhat disappointed, and she kicked her feet. Said: "In this case, even if a playboy doesn't want to give a girl something, he should usually be perfunctory. You are so lazy."
Eric put on a helpless look and said, "Okay, let me prepare my lines."
Linda stared at Eric with interest under the bright eyes of the TV, with an endlessly savage look that you can't imagine.
After a while, Eric slapped his forehead and suddenly said: "Oh, I remembered, this house is not mine."
"Ha, I'm so uncreative, and I'm even a gold medal screenwriter in Hollywood!"
"You can just listen," Eric laughed, and asked again: "Are you hungry, let's go out to eat."
"Okay," Linda nodded. She was far more familiar with Manhattan than Eric. Just as she was about to make her suggestion, she heard the phone ringing in the living room outside.
"I'm going to answer the phone, wait a moment," Eric said, getting up and walking outside.
She followed him out of the living room, didn't bother to get up, twisted her body, and poked her head out with her small hands on the arm of the sofa, and saw the man pick up his phone and sit down on the sofa in the living room. I vaguely heard him talking about "Jurassic Park 2", as if it was an arrangement for the premiere.
After chatting on the other side for nearly ten minutes, Eric hung up the phone. Just as she was about to retract her body and get up, she heard the phone in Eric's hand rang again.
"Hey... oh, Cindy, it's you," Eric agreed, feeling her head probing her head, and waved to this side.
She smiled, and she could roughly guess the intention of Cindy's call. She shrank her head and didn't bother to listen any more. She suddenly remembered the tone of his talking about work with someone just now, which was serious, serious, and meticulous.
myself.
She came from a good background, without the pressure of life, and was too lazy to study when she was an adult, so she started a model with the good qualifications given by God.
Started at sixteen.
fourteen years.
Step by step to the present.
Life seems to be very simple.
Work.
have fun.
Don't get up without $10,000 a day.
Marry too early.
It's not nice to meet people.
Divorce if you don't want to make do anymore.
If you can't stand your boyfriend, break up.
Follow your heart.
Boundless.
Suddenly realized, hey, it turned out that I was the rocket man.
No wonder I like that song by Elton John.
He listened to the sounds outside, and he was still chatting with Cindy in a gentle tone, showing great patience.
Perhaps, although he also floats in space, he controls everything, like the pilot of the space shuttle.
No, he didn't control everything, at least, he didn't know what was going on in the mind of her ambitious fake girlfriend.
She suddenly felt that she should be responsible for doing something, her head buzzed for a while, she jumped up from the sofa and walked towards the living room.
"Oh, George Jean's restaurant, roughly where is it?" Eric didn't mind seeing Linda coming, and was talking to Cindy Crawford when he saw Linda coming in front of him. Queen Fan shook off the strand of blond hair in front of her forehead, leaned forward, sat on Eric's lap, and stretched out her hand to push him towards the back of the sofa.
Eric was listening to Cindy introduce the address of a certain restaurant, and was suddenly pushed on the backrest by Linda, so he had to ask Linda which one it was with his eyes.
On the other end of the phone, Cindy had finished speaking the address. Eric watched as Linda unzipped the back of the dress with her hands behind her back, and lifted the shoulder straps to skillfully take off the skirt. .
"Cindy, I, oh, I remember, me and Linda, um, we'll be there in fifteen minutes."
"No, dear Cindy, wait for us for another hour," Linda yelled into the microphone unabashedly, grabbed the phone and hung up.
Eric helplessly stretched out his hand to support Linda's soft waist, and said with a smile, "Okay, what is your mental state now, have you been bitten by some bug?"
"Of course not." Linda reached out to hold Eric's face, leaned over and kissed it wildly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to squeeze you dry."
Hum, baby Cindy, let's see what you do tonight.
She thought with some complacency.
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PS1: I recommend the song "Rocket-Man", it's very nice.
PS2: I posted some pictures of Linda Evangelista in the bar, they are very interesting, please go and see for yourself.
PS3: Occasionally, some characters will write and write with a feeling of sudden arrival.
*(To be continued.)