Reinventing the Millennium.

Chapter 225 017's Familiar Home Field (Two in One)

Chinatown, once the Five Points District, is now Huaxia City.

The former was once the most notorious slum in the western world. The "Gangs of New York" starring Leonardo is the story of this period. The district slowly turned into Chinatown.

Today, the number of Chinese in New York has reached 60, and Chinatown is an active place of oriental culture.

As the name suggests, Chinatown is a street, but it is not a street. It includes dozens of streets, tens of thousands of square kilometers, and tens of thousands of people.

When Fang Zhuo planned to come to the United States, he didn't think about resources in this area at all, because his family was doing things cleanly and honestly competing, but Smith, who was supposed to be extremely vigorous, had a change, so he had to consider seeking a wider range of resources. helped.

Yang Wan's inquiry was very effective. In other words, the power in Chinatown itself was very famous. He found the contact information of the Anliang Chamber of Commerce in New York for his boss and visited with him the next day.

Anliang Chamber of Commerce.

Its way of existence has changed over time to what it is now. In the past, its name was An Liang Tang, a serious gang. Of course, it is now a serious chamber of commerce on the surface.

From Wudian District to Huaxia City, from Anliang Hall to Anliang Chamber of Commerce, the history of the rise and fall of Chinatown in New York for a century of blood and tears can only be seen from the outside. The scene of practicing fist and kick in black shirt and short lapel.

This made him feel a little regretful.

"You sit down first, Vice President Li is busy."

The liaison personnel of the chamber of commerce registered the names, events, and gifts of the visitors, and after serving tea, they left the central hall.

It was the first time for Fang Zhuo to be received in this way. It was like being registered as a (anti-harm) visitor, and he looked like a relative from afar who came to join his family. However, the modern chamber of commerce has a different style in the house itself. The feeling of being forcibly pinched together.

"Drink tea, wait a while." Fang Zhuo turned his head and said to the nervous Yang Wan.

Yang Wan nodded, he seemed to have the illusion of dreaming back to the ancient times in this kind of antique house, the president became the shopkeeper, and he became a clerk.

Fang Zhuo drank his tea unhurriedly, occasionally looking at the house.

There is a saying that "there is no disaster in the main room, and the spaciousness in the main room brings out the nobles". The layout of the house of the chamber of commerce seems to be very particular. Sitting here and watching the sun set to the west, it is not dim, but the upright chair is somewhat awkward. ass off.

"Mr. Fang, why hasn't anyone come yet?" Yang Wan couldn't help asking the boss in a low voice after drinking two bowls of tea.

"I don't know." Fang Zhuo didn't know the situation, and shook his head slightly, "Since no one chased us away, let's wait."

Yang Wan: "..."

What is zero mentality?

If no one pushes you out, that means you don't refuse. Can a businessman fail to show such a gesture?
Fang Zhuo has the mentality of a small workshop owner, sticking to the wooden chair and thinking about things.

Finally, when there was no more sunlight coming in, a sound of footsteps approached the central hall.

Both Fang Zhuo and Yang Wan were refreshed, their hard work paid off, and they were willing to take care of themselves.

However, it was an elderly man who walked into the nave.

The two stood up to greet each other, but they were not sure if this was the Vice President Li they should meet.

"Hello, old man, I am..." Fang Zhuo finally saw a living person, took two steps forward, and introduced himself.

The old man waved his hand, interrupting the introduction, and ignored it, he went to the table of the Eight Immortals, took the dry pipe, turned around and walked out.

Yang Wan was disappointed, this is not the vice president.

When the old man was about to walk out of the middle hall, he turned his head and looked at the two of them. The older one had a loyal face, while the younger one was rather handsome and smiling.

He stopped and asked, "Where did you come from?"

Fang Zhuo's heart moved, and he replied with the same accent as the other party: "Na is from China."

The old man turned around and asked in surprise, "Tired of Shaanxi?"

"There is a Gusi in Shaanxi, Nesi, a native of Wan Province, who came to fight the fire." Fang Zhuo explained the origin, and the people from Wan Province came to New York to sell goods.

The old man stared at Fang Zhuo twice, and scolded with a smile: "Ni Gu? Are you fooling people (who are you fooling)?"

Yang Wan, who was between the two, listened blankly to the sudden conversation, and then watched the boss clear his throat, not knowing what to do.

"Shandandan is blooming, it's red and gorgeous, our little sister went to the valley."

"Shandandan is blooming, it's red and bright, our brother walks in the ravine."

Fang Zhuo hummed a few lines in Shaanxi dialect.

The old man wrote back this time. Although he sang out of tune, it did have the flavor of folk songs in northern Shaanxi.

He lit the dry pipe and smoked it. He leaned against the door and asked about the situation of young people and the development of the country with interest.

Fang Zhuo knows what the elderly like to listen to, not the Internet, not his own affairs, but the Napona River, the ravine-ridden plateau, and the hometown he hasn't seen for a long time.

He used Shaanxi dialect, which is not standard, to chat happily about domestic changes, about the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum and the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, about the thousands of miles of the Yellow River and the steepness of Huashan Mountain.

The expression on the old man's face was obscured by the smoke, but there was something dreamy in his words.

After a long time, he knocked on the cigarette holder and let out a long sigh: "I can't go back in this life, just sit down."

Fang Zhuo held back some polite words, and waited until the old man disappeared before sitting back in his chair.

The tea on the coffee table was already cold.

"President Fang, is this person?" Yang Wan asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." Fang Zhuo shook his head, but he also had a judgment in his heart. The old man took the cigarette pouch from the table of the Eight Immortals, and the Taishi chair next to him was the seat of the host.

The middle hall was quiet again, but the light was turned on by someone from nowhere.

Not long after, two steady footsteps approached, this time a middle-aged man and a young man came in.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm too busy in the afternoon. There are two shops on the street who are making a fuss. I can't listen to them talking." The middle-aged man apologized repeatedly, and introduced himself, "I am Li Taimao from the Anliang Chamber of Commerce."

"Understand, understand, President Li, we are bothering you." Fang Zhuo shook hands with a smile, "I am Fang Zhuo, and I am a company in China that produces music players. This is the deputy director of the marketing department of our company. Yang Wan."

Li Taimao shook Yang Wan's hand again, asked people to be seated, and changed the tea.

The two sides exchanged pleasantries, one said that the Anliang Chamber of Commerce has a long history, and the other said that the domestic economy has a promising future, you come and go, Li Taimao was a little surprised to find that this young man was very stable and able to pick up the road, and he left a good impression in his heart.

After a cup of tea, he took the initiative to bring up the business: "Boss Fang came here because of a product problem? Feel free to tell me if you have something to do. We are yellow-skinned to help yellow-skinned overseas. We must unite and not fight internally."

Fang Zhuo nodded again and again, that's right, the yellow skin has to help the yellow skin, and can't stab the knife and do black hands.

He pondered: "To tell the truth, President Li, I watched the development of the Internet, went to domestic universities to find technology, and formed a team with a high salary. I finally produced a music player, but I didn't expect it to be close to the Wal-Mart that we negotiated. But I changed my mind, and this time I came back to think about whether there is a way for Wal-Mart in our chamber of commerce, so that products can enter the channel."

Li Taimao served tea, took a sip, and thought about what he heard. This young man is not young at all, he looks like he can go on the road, and he can consider helping a group.

With a tendency in his heart, he asked, "How about this, Mr. Fang, let's make an appointment tomorrow morning, and you can show me your product."

Fang Zhuo smiled slightly: "I brought it today."

Li Taimao watched in surprise as the young man took out a small and exquisite white machine from his pocket, at most the size of a palm.

"President Li, despite the small size of my player, it can store thousands of songs, which is really a big improvement." Fang Zhuo handed the M1 to the Eight Immortals table and sat back on his seat, talking about the advantages of the product.

This time, he came here with the mentality of meeting a "venture capital".

M1 is definitely a good product, and it definitely has a market in the United States, and it is definitely a piece of fat. Since IDG is unwilling to help, it is better to bring a local chamber of commerce to share a piece of the pie than to watch the opportunity pass by.

With such a mentality, at this moment, how to make the "venture capital" realize how good the market is in front of him, this is what I am good at.

Collaboration benefits both, division... Even if the Anliang Chamber of Commerce sees that the market is good, it turns away from Yike and goes it alone. The cycle from project approval to launch of a product is quite long, and the gap in the middle is a huge loss.

However, Fang Zhuo could go to other chambers of commerce to cooperate. There is not only one An Liang Tang in Chinatown, but there are other people covering it.

Li Taimao played with the white M1 in his hand. It has beautiful lines, simple and elegant, and looks good.

He listened to the young president's introduction, pondered over the new words that popped up, thought for a while, turned his head and said to the assistant who had been standing behind him, "Go and call Xinyue here."

After a short-haired girl came in, Li Taimao introduced to Fang Zhuo: "This is the little girl Li Xinyue. Mr. Fang said that this M1 is a relatively trendy technology product. I am really not familiar with this. Xinyue As for Yue, she just started to take charge of some of the family's business, and she understands this."

Li Xinyue glanced at Fang Zhuo, then nodded slightly as a greeting.

Fang Zhuo had a good idea. If he was chatting with a partner or vice president of a "venture capital" just now, now he is going to face the inspection of an investment manager or researcher who is in charge of a more specific business.

No problem, I am familiar with this, everything is moving in a familiar direction!

He took out a white M1 from his right pocket and handed it to Li Xinyue who was sitting on the chair opposite him. In addition to talking about what he just said, he also talked about the performance of his products in the domestic market.

The consumption levels of the two countries are different. Even the high domestic prices have unexpected market performance, and the United States is even more impressive.

Li Taimao on the main seat was drinking tea while observing Fang Zhuo who was talking. It was not uncommon to see mainlanders here on weekdays. Most of them served tea politely, helped with small favors, and occasionally had some closer contact. .

Li Xinyue interrupted Fang Zhuo from time to time and asked some questions about products and market expectations.

"M1 is just a specific product of the development and application of the Internet. Now there is a similar product in the United States, which is the Ipod produced by Apple. I wonder if Mr. Li has seen it?"

Li Xinyue shook her head, her understanding did not apply to this market segment.

"Mr. Li knows about Apple, right?" Fang Zhuo asked again.

Li Xinyue nodded: "Well, I have used his computer before."

"Apple released the Ipod with great fanfare last month, a little later than our launch, but as early as the product design period, our M1 knew that there was a similar competitor in the United States when purchasing components."

"Now, after it was launched, we disassembled the M1 and the competing Ipod, and found that there is no difference in the hardware level, and the hard disk is from the same manufacturer."

"Originally we didn't aim at the US market, but since Ipod is also available, and the price range is quite good, then we think this market can give it a try. After a few days of simple investigation of the situation, we are more confident."

Fang Zhuo reached out to take the document from Yang Wan, got up and handed it to Li Xinyue, and continued: "As for the judgment of this market, it is obvious that Steve Jobs, the president of Apple, and I have a [-]/[-] split. If there is an opportunity to bite off a piece of meat from Walkman, or even replace him, the market will be huge.”

Li Xinyue flipped through the file and heard a familiar word, she often used walkman.

Fang Zhuo actively lobbied the "venture capital", and said firmly: "But Jobs also considered more about the ecological support of his products for his own computers, which vacated the market for Microsoft system support. In front of us is Yike. The best opportunity to get in is to have the goods, the people, the trends, and the only difference is the access to sales channels.”

"In fact, our online sales channels are already going through the process, and the only difference is the offline rollout. Therefore, I came here to ask the Anliang Chamber of Commerce for help, to see if I can help."

When Fang Zhuo said this, he thought about what he would say next. If you help, you have to give benefits. You can't treat the other party as a living Bodhisattva. Let An Liang or the Li family buy shares is an effective way to bind interested parties.

Li Xinyue silently flipped through the market research report and the analysis of competing products. There was a detailed comparison on it, which was relatively clear at a glance.

Think briefly again, if there is no market, why does Apple do it?
She had heard of Apple's Steve Jobs, who was quite capable. He was expelled from the gang he founded by himself, but he could start a new life, and eventually returned to the gang.

The lights in the middle hall were bright, and there was no voice for a while. When Yang Wan picked up the tea bowl, he accidentally made a sound, and his mood immediately became tense.

Li Xinyue roughly read the document, first glanced at her father, and then expressed her opinion: "It sounds more feasible, and some details need to be verified, but there is a general direction for the market."

Fang Zhuo showed a small smile, and it was easy to communicate here, unlike that Smith, who didn't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, only because he was in this mountain.

"But, I still have a question." Li Xinyue frowned, "You just mentioned that your M1 and Apple's Ipod will hit the Walkman market. Since you are doing this, you must know the difficulty, right?"

She said slowly: "There is a product and there is a market. This is what you expressed. For the time being, I believe that if you say that there is a channel, we can also help, but this does not mean that it will be successful. You have considered a more specific product strategy. ?"

Fang Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was some kind of problem.

He blinked and asked, "President Li, Mr. Li, do we have a whiteboard here? It's easier to answer this question by writing it down."

Yang Wan, who was seated next to him, was refreshed, Mr. Fang was about to use the whiteboard, what a taste!
Li Taimao waved to the assistant, asked him to get the whiteboard, and asked him to refill the tea again.

Li Xinyue put the documents on the coffee table, and was puzzled by Yang Wan's sudden upright sitting posture. What can I do with a whiteboard?
Those who don't know think they need to listen to the teacher's lecture.

　I just took a look, and it seems that there are double monthly tickets on the 29th. Heck, if you have a ticket in your hand, you can leave one for the author. I can collect 1000 monthly tickets to draw a prize.

　　There are two more chapters tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)