#57 - Chapter 57 Gifts from North American Bosses
Bao Siwen was very excited.
He'll have the president help him get justice!
“A real man cries because he's hurt? You're useless!”
Leaving those words behind, Xie Wu swaggered away.
“Pres… … ”
Bao Siwen was completely dumbfounded.
Seeing Xie Wu run off, he looked at Dou Weiping: “Director, I… … ”
“Chen Hao, let's go! My treat for dinner, haha… … ”
Dou Weiping directly put his arm around Chen Hao's shoulders like an old friend.
Bao Siwen was about to explode.
What exactly was happening?
Why… …
Did the president completely ignore him getting beaten up?
In class, the director was clearly very angry when he found out Chen Hao wasn't there and even had someone impersonate him to answer the roll call.
But now?
He's practically calling Chen Hao brother!
“Director, I have plans for lunch,” Chen Hao said with a smile.
“No problem, I'll give you a call then.”
“Alright! Then you go ahead and do your thing.”
“Goodbye, Director.”
Chen Hao turned and left.
Suddenly!
After walking a few steps, he turned back again.
He walked up to the dazed Bao Siwen.
“Surprised?”
“Unexpected?”
Chen Hao asked with a smile.
Bao Siwen was still dazed.
Slap!
Another slap came.
This time, the force was even greater than before.
The difference was… …
This time, it hit the left cheek—the last time it hit the right cheek.
Bao Siwen fell headfirst, suddenly jumped up after waking up, and roared sharply: “Chen Hao! I'm going to kill you!”
How could he kill him?
The school leaders were collectively biased towards Chen Hao!
Call the police?
Did he know the level of Shanghai Jiaotong University?
As a Double First-Class University, the president was already at the deputy ministerial level!
Bao Siwen's family did have some money, but facing an existence like Shanghai Jiaotong University, it was completely insufficient.
In short.
As long as the school wholeheartedly protects him, going through formal channels is useless!
“Bastard!”
He suddenly thought that his dad had asked him to accompany him tonight, so could he ask his dad for help then?
These days.
As long as the business is a little big, you know some people.
You hit me, I hit you back, it's very reasonable, right?
… …
North American West Coast.
California, Apple Headquarters.
An Asian man wearing a postal uniform walked straight into the CEO's office.
In the office.
As the founder and CEO of Apple, Jobs had been busy all day and was about to go home from work.
“Sir!”
The Asian man came in.
He put a small box in front of Jobs.
“What is this?” Jobs was stunned.
“…”
The man didn't say a word and turned to leave.
The English words he knew didn't add up to more than 100.
How to answer?
There was only one task!
Deliver the item to the designated person.
His name was Zhao Ping.
He was Lu Qingshan's comrade-in-arms.
Seeing that the other party was wearing a postal uniform, Jobs didn't think much about it and casually opened the box.
As soon as he opened it, a piece of paper fell out.
This is… …
He saw that the box contained electronic equipment he had never seen before.
Ignoring that thing, he picked up the note.
“Mr. Jobs, I have received some news that your company is developing a device that can play music.”
“Does Your Excellency think your device is competitive enough?”
At the bottom of the note.
Was a phone number with an international area code.
Jobs' expression froze.
That's right!
Apple was developing a music player—the first generation iPod.
However, the development had not yet been completed, and according to the plan, it would take at least another year.
He picked up the device in the box.
Started it according to the instructions.
“Impossible!”
Instantly.
His face changed drastically.
Compared to the first generation iPod design, this device had a much larger screen.
The key is… …
It was colored!
It could also play MV videos!
“How could this be… … ” His whole head was about to split open.
Appearance.
Function.
Completely not on the same level!
Not to mention that the iPod hadn't been developed yet, even if it was developed… …it would be behind when it was launched!
Once the product in front of him was launched, the iPod would not have any competitiveness.
What should he do?
The iPod must be abandoned!
As a businessman, profit comes first.
Knowing that it would be behind if it was developed, knowing that it couldn't be sold at all, would he still spend money on research and development?
Was he stubborn?
Looking at the phone number left on the note, he fell into deep thought.
What if… …
Apple acted as an agent for this product?
Similar situations occurred in many places, not just Apple.
… …
Washington State, Seattle.
Costco Headquarters.
Compared to Apple at the moment, Costco can be called a giant, with a much higher market value.
The security at the headquarters is also higher.
Sneak into the CEO's office?
Very difficult!
But who said you must enter the office?
It was getting dark.
Sinegal left the headquarters building and got into an old car.
At this time.
A box was stuffed in from outside the car window.
“What?” Sinegal was stunned.
“Gift.” The Asian man dropped a word.
He was also Lu Qingshan's comrade-in-arms, and he also knew limited English.
Gift?
Sinegal was puzzled.
But he still opened the box.
What caught his eye was a silver electronic device, with a small note attached.
‘Mr. Sinegal, I think this product is very suitable for your store.’
‘It can even bring a large number of new customers to your company!’
Costco is a warehouse-style chain supermarket.
It adopts a membership system.
You have to pay to apply for a membership card, which is very similar to Sam's Club.
If you can get a very popular and best-selling product, it may increase traffic and attract customers to the entire supermarket!
For Apple, SP4 is a competitor.
Although, with the performance of the first generation iPod, there is no competitiveness at all.
But for Costco… …
It is cooperation!
It is a strong alliance!
After seeing the clear video images and hearing the excellent sound effects, Sinegal was stunned.
As the founder of a top three chain supermarket, how discerning were his eyes?
This electronic device… …
Epoch-making!
It will definitely detonate the electronics market!
Staring at the note in his hand, his face was full of excitement.
The next moment.
He dialed the number: “Wilson! I found a product that will definitely detonate the electronics market. You immediately contact the other party and win the exclusive sales rights!”
Exclusive?
Think too much!
… …
Noon.
Under the pretense of being less talented and not listening in class, Chen Hao had lunch with Xia Qingmo.
Afternoon.
There was another class in the Department of Pharmacy.
He went to crash the class again. As for what the teacher was talking about, he didn't hear a word. He was just secretly looking at Xia Qingmo the whole time.
There were no more classes later, and there was really no reason to continue approaching, so he had to return to his independent dormitory.
The independent dormitory was not a single room.
It was in the staff family area.
A two-story building, plus a small wall of dozens of square meters, was Chen Hao's residence.
The house was a bit old.
But it was very clean.
Though the sparrow is small, it has all the vital organs.
I have to admit that Meng Ya, this assistant, was very professional. On the day of registration, she followed the instructions and purchased all the daily necessities.
She even moved in a computer, a very high-end one.
Da da da!
Chen Hao was typing code rapidly.
He was building an AI system!
This workload was much larger than building the XP system, and it was impossible to complete it in a short time.
Fortunately, it won't be used in the short term, so there's no rush.
Six thirty.
Xia Qingyan called, the bosses had arrived early.
It was time for him to set off too.
Thinking of the dinner tonight, he subconsciously thought of Xia Qingyan's text message last night.
Bao Yongwu?
Bao Siwen?
The two slaps he gave him during the day were to teach his son a lesson on behalf of his father.
Right!
Yesterday I heard Bao Siwen answering the phone… …
It seemed like he was going too?
Chen Hao grinned strangely: “Why is there a little expectation?”
