The years of red flags

"High technology, you don't understand even if I tell you about it." Jiang Hua said smoothly: "In the future, this thing will change human beings' habits of listening to music. This is a product that transcends the times."

"How can such a bastard have such great power?" Zheng Tong casually opened a packaging box: "It's just the size of a cigarette box, and it also has such a small screen. How can it change the way people listen to music?" habit? Can this thing replace the stereo? "

"Aren't you talking nonsense? A good speaker costs at least tens of millions, and this one only costs a few thousand yuan. If it can replace a good speaker, will I sell it for this little money? This thing will kill the little ones." The Toyo Walkman also has a CD player.”

Zheng Tong's eyes lit up: "So it's Xiao Dongyang who is brought into harm's way by this thing. Then I must support him. Everyone is responsible for this."

Jiang Hua took the box he opened. Inside was a digital player, a silk velvet bag, a pair of headphones, a data cable and a CD, plus an instruction manual.

After reading the instructions carefully, it turns out that you first need to install the conversion program in the CD, and then you can convert the songs in the CD and VCD into the format used by digital players, and then import MP3 through the data cable. Currently, it does not support external music playback.

"Would you like to try it out?"

Zheng Tong nodded, put the CD in the CD-ROM drive of his computer, and after installing the program, Jiang Hua asked, "Do you have a CD of your favorite songs here?"

"It really does." Zheng Tong took out a CD and handed it to Jiang Hua: "My favorite, Aunt Mei."

"Hey, it's enough to buy a copy. This CD of yours is genuine at first glance. Xiu Shui didn't buy it, right?"

Zheng Tong smiled and said: "Of course, I asked someone to bring it back from Xiangjiang."

"It's no good trusting anyone."

Zheng Tong asked in confusion: "What do you mean, is this CD not genuine?"

"No, this is definitely the original. But if you ask your sister-in-law, my wife, not to mention the original CD, it has Aunt Mei's signature on it. Maybe I can even get you a signed photo of Aunt Mei."

"Are you sure? Can it really have Aunt Mei's signature?"

Jiang Hua nodded and said with a smile: "Don't you know that your sister-in-law and Aunt Mei are good friends? They also jointly set up a charity foundation."

"It's a huge loss." Zheng Tong pounded the table and said, "If I had known this, why bother? In order to get this guy to buy me a genuine disc, I even treated him to hot-boiled mutton and roast duck, and I lost a lot of money. "

Jiang Hua put the CD into the optical drive, then used a program to convert the format of the songs on the CD, and then copied them one by one to MP3.

He found an AA battery in his desk drawer and put it in, plugged in the headphones and handed them to Zheng Tong: "Try it!"

Zheng Tong put the headphones in his ears and asked, "Why is there no sound?"

"It's not that advanced yet. It can't automatically play as soon as you put it in your ear. You have to press the play button."

"Is that the play button?"

Jiang Hua pressed it for him: "International key, play."

"Hey, it has a voice. It's really Aunt Mei's song."

Zheng Tong said happily that just by wearing earphones, he unconsciously raised his voice. Jiang Hua picked out his ears and was deafened.

"Take off your headphones before you talk."

It's a pity that Zheng Tong didn't hear it. He was intoxicated by Mei Gu's singing voice. In desperation, Jiang Hua could only pull the earphones off.

"Hey, this thing is quite interesting. It's a pity that the name is not very good. How can I call it Pi San'er?"

Jiang Hua said helplessly: "MP3, when you shouted this name, I thought it was Sanqingzi from our Beijing alley. Please read and write it correctly. We are selling this product to ugly countrymen to earn US dollars." Then give the dollar a face and call it MP3."

After saying that, Zheng Tong dug through the boxes, took six or seven boxes, and stuffed them into his drawer.

"What are you doing, attacking the local tycoons to divide their land?"

"You have so much, how about sharing it with me? I also have relatives and friends. Isn't this a promotion for you? You actually think that I take too much."

"Nonsense, that's all. You took it all away. What should I use? Don't I have any relatives or friends?"

"The factory belongs to you, so you can ask for it again."

"What nonsense are you talking about? That's CITIC Semiconductor's factory. What does it have to do with me?"

"It's not your little secretary who's in charge. If you make excuses, she can still refute your face."

Zheng Tong has been the director in recent years and has good negotiation skills. He managed to steal half of the MP3s from Jianghua. The guy first excitedly bought a few CDs, converted the format, and imported the songs.

"Xueyou's songs are my wife's favorite." Zheng Tong said with a smile: "If I don't share good things with my wife, I will have to kneel on the washboard when I get home."

"You are simply a weak husband."

"Fuck you, I love my wife so much."

Seeing that there were only a dozen MP3s left in the box, Jiang Hua felt that Zheng Tong's words made sense. These twenty or so were indeed not enough, as there were so many young and vigorous researchers in his own research institute.

So, he called Lu Xiuying and ordered five hundred at the internal price.

Zheng Tong said with disgust: "Hypocrisy, it's really too hypocritical."

"Why are you everywhere? I ordered five hundred more, how can I be hypocritical?"

Zheng Tong shook his head and said: "You actually bargained with your little secretary and bought it at the internal price. Are you short of this money? Besides, it's not sure whether your little secretary will charge you money. You don't Hypocrisy, who is hypocritical?”

"How about you return the MP3 to me, and I'll be real."

Zheng Tong held down his drawer: "That's impossible. I want to take back the things I got. Besides, whether you are hypocritical or not, it has nothing to do with me."

When Jiang Hua returned home, he gave MP3s as gifts to everyone in his family. As he expected, Zhong Shanyue and Teacher Han were not interested in MP3s.

But Zhong Yueming, Gao Yue and their wives were very excited, especially Gao Yue and Lan Jieying. This thing pleased them so much.

Usually if they want to listen to music in their free time, they can only use a Walkman and a CD player, but those two gadgets are huge. Unlike men, they can hold the world in their trouser pockets. They obviously don't fit in a skirt, although they can. They put it in their handbag, but it was so big and heavy that they had to give it up.

Now this MP3 is light and compact. It doesn't take up much space when placed in a handbag. The most important thing is that it looks more fashionable than a Walkman or a CD player.

"Husband, if you have any extra, I'll give them to my colleagues in Renyi."

Jiang Hua shrugged his shoulders: "Then you have to wait. Xiuying and I have ordered another five hundred. The production line is now fully stocked and ready to be launched in Chou Country. Ours may take a while."

Lan Jieying smiled and said, "I called Xiuying and asked her to send it to me as soon as possible."

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