November is the most ups and downs month that Huang Liming has ever experienced.
Just at the beginning of the month, he experienced the two biggest turning points in his life. His father became the patriarch of the Huang family, and then fell from the position of patriarch.
And at the end of the month, he received support from the Cleveland consortium—maybe just one of the families, but compared to his father's industry, the name of the top 10 consortiums in the United States was enough to show off for a while.
However, what inflated Huang Liming's vanity the most was the self-built factory. Although it was still a Blu-ray production factory, he not only obtained some patents and technologies for optical discs, but also acquired Blu-ray diode technology. Although it seems now, These technologies are not as good as Sony's.
However, the recent technological innovations in Aiken's laboratory have been very rapid.
Huang Liming can imagine a laboratory of a large consortium.
Aiken stood next to Huang Liming, watching his expression change, and smiled: "Mr. Huang, are you satisfied with the products we provide?"
"Very good." Huang Liming tilted his head and said, "But it doesn't look the best."
A very natural way to negotiate.
Also standing in the room was Yu Nakagawa. He smiled and picked up a CD and said: "As a factory in China, if you want to produce pirated copies or other things, that's enough."
"It seems that you have been bullied by Xintong?" Huang Liming glanced at Yu Nakagawa with disgust. Sony also stepped in. This was unexpected by him, and they kept asking them to launch in the Chinese market. Pirated discs.
Nakagawa Yu smiled and leaned over, saying: "We have decided to abandon the Chinese market in the next two years, and in the Japanese market, we will ask the police and legislative departments to actively deal with these piracy issues."
"Then who do I sell my CDs to?" Huang Liming shook his head and said, "You let me dump pirated CDs in China at a low price, and you don't let me enter the Japanese market. Where do I make profits?"
"You can sell some of the discs to us, or Mr. Mather."
Huang Liming was about to speak, and Raphael stood at the edge and said, "Mr. Huang, we will provide you with more technologies, please be patient."
Aiken glanced at Raphael. This guy is said to be from Kentucky. He has extremely thorough technical research. With an annual salary of 00,000 US dollars, he has brought more than 70 patents and also opened the door to blue light for the Cleveland consortium. .
It is also very difficult for Americans to enter the circle of Japanese manufacturers.
Gris, who was standing next to Aiken, had no expression on his face all day long, and just looked at Raphael.
"Let's go out and talk." Aiken smiled reluctantly. He had no intention of long-term cooperation with the Chinese. He just wanted to destroy Huang Xuan.
Raphael smiled at a few people and walked into the room.
Bob next to him explained to several people: "He is as strong as Gris, like a polar bear, but he stays in the laboratory every day, as if he is worried about not enough time."
Nakagawa Yu complimented: "With such dedicated employees, there must be a company and boss worthy of the employees' risks."
Aiken smiled very much and said: "I hope so. Raphael was not familiar with this place when he first came here, and there are some other reasons. But in recent times, he has become the best researcher in the company. , I’m considering giving him a salary increase.”
Several people laughed.
"I'm going to get the car." Gris said and took a few steps forward.
Aiken nodded without looking at him. Gris is a taciturn guard, but he is very skilled. He is a very good fighter, and his driving skills are equally good.
Walking out of the hall, the guard nodded to Aiken and others. Bob was more talkative. He patted Huang Liming on the shoulder and said: "We will provide you with the best technology. I promise. Now, let Gris deliver it first." You go to the hotel.”
"Okay." Huang Liming said thanks. This negotiation was extremely successful for him.
Gris drove a Buick. Aiken didn't like luxury cars very much. Most of the time, he was willing to drive a sports car by himself, a typical American.
The Buick parked lightly in front of the steps of the gate. Very few cars passed by here. From a distance, several SUVs could be seen driving towards the parking lot.
"Sir." Gris got out of the car and opened the door for Huang Liming.
Huang Liming did not come over immediately, but said goodbye to Aiken and others first.
Several people were smiling. This was a negotiation that was beneficial to all three parties. Although there was no final result, it was only a matter of time when all three parties hoped to reach an agreement.
Just as Huang Liming turned around and walked down the steps, there was a sudden problem with the braking of an SUV. His speed increased instead of decreasing, and he rushed towards the Buick along a zigzag line.
Everyone on the steps was stunned. Gris didn't have much choice. The SUV was less than 100 meters away from the Buick. He only had time to rush up the steps for two steps. Seeing the SUV turn around again, he had to jump down.
When Bob saw that Gris was fine, he immediately shouted angrily to the people in the SUV: "Are you crazy? I'm going to drive you out of the company."
Before he could finish what he meant, the second SUV also started accelerating and rushed towards Gris who had just jumped into the middle of the road.
Then there's a Ford.
The speeds of the three cars were all very fast, but when Gris tried to avoid them for the last time, his body suddenly became heavier.
"Energy." This was Gris's last thought.
Raphael saw this scene from the top, and also saw Gris' final twisted and slow movements. The moment Gris was pushed out by Ford, he rushed towards the computer.
Several assistants were frightened when they saw Raphael's actions. Just when they were at a loss, the computer sparkled, as if it had been struck by lightning.
The capacitor burst instantly, spraying its contents across the entire chassis. The flickering of the monitor and light tubes made people feel like they were in the midst of a catastrophe.
Raphael pulled out the mobile hard drive hanging on the chassis in one go, but except for this, all the electronic products in the laboratory were blown up.
It's like God cleansed the place with thunder.
Raphael's eyes were as wide as coins, he raised his head and turned around in circles, as if glaring at someone, but also as if he was provoking.
Huang Xuan pouted, turned off the energy screen and said, "Lorraine, if we capture Raphael, can we get anything from him? For example, directly read the memory or something?"
"It's impossible. He is a trained space-time warrior, and he is very immune to the base's various methods."
Huang Xuan raised his eyebrows indifferently, picked up the Yimaijue at his feet again, and said with a smile: "Whatever, in short, this time, it is enough for him to bear."
"He knows you found out." Xiaohe, who was upgrading, also emerged.
Huang Xuan said unceremoniously: "You have really become a mobile phone chip. He does things so carelessly. Of course, I would find that just the shock of the buffer belt is enough for me to see him."
As he said this, his mind was spinning rapidly. He had no experience facing spies. If it had been before, he might have observed it again. After all, the other party could only wander around P11. But now, the affairs of the R plane will definitely involve a lot of energy, and it will be difficult for the plane base to get strength. If these guys have any special weapons on hand, it would be stupid to give them too much space. .
Xiaohe was about to dive back quietly, but Huang Xuan stopped him and said, "How many Swift Tigers are there?"
"10,000 heads." Xiaohe answered immediately.
"Send them all to the R plane, the address given by Mr. Conmas. Tell the officers that these are their mounts."
"OK."
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Huang Xuan restarted the energy penetration as if nothing was wrong, feeling slightly annoyed.
If he were more powerful now, he might be able to ask his uncle for help, or even simply go to the intelligence agencies. But obviously, no matter how powerful his potential power is, to people who don't understand, he is just that. Just a billionaire.
The intelligence department would not listen to him, just like Zhang Zhongqi's staff would not really try their best before seeing Huang Xuan's efforts.
Strength is never absolute. For example, Chu Yining can crush hundreds of travelers like Huang Xuan to death if she wants to, but she can't do that, at least not yet.
While Huang Xuan was thinking about how to use his uncle's power, he was ravaging Yi Maijue in his hands. Ning Ao did not object to Huang Xuan's multitasking, maybe he was too busy playing mahjong.
After about two hours, Nick took advantage of the break to flatter him and said: "Great Yellow Master, your precision control was at an average of nanometers just now, and now the number of alien pulses is enough."
Huang Xuan rubbed his sleepy neck. Yi Maijue had the biggest workload. He relaxed and asked, "I thought there would be 1 nanometer."
Ning Ao bluntly said: "From the current point of view, if you want to maintain an average score of 1 nanometer, the ultimate score will reach 8 nanometers or even 5 nanometers, which is almost impossible."
"Amy?" Huang Xuan knew Nami, and he still watched advertisements.
"1 angstrom is 0.1 nanometer." Lorraine replied.
Huang Xuan spread his hands and picked up a piece of Ningye grass, thinking: Do you have so much time? It should be the end of 4 laps. (To be continued. If you want to know what happened, please log in to .qidian. There are more chapters. Support the author and genuine reading!) (To be continued)