I’m in Hollywood

In an office upstairs in the Best Buy chain, the valuable Toshiba handheld computer has been dismantled into scattered parts.

Eric looked at the size of the credit card-sized Toshiba small hard drive, doubtful to Ritter Jackman: "1.8 inches, it should not be so big, I think this hard drive is at least 4 inches."

Eric’s identity was broken, and Ritter Jackman was more respectful and patiently explained: “Mr. Williams, the size of the hard drive does not refer to the external package, but the diameter of the internal disk platter.”

Ritter Jackman said, took the small hard drive in Eric's hand, skillfully opened the back cover with a disassembly tool, and showed Eric the silver disk platter that was slightly larger than the coin inside the hard disk, saying: "These aluminum Numerous magnetic particle particles that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye are attached to the alloy disk, and the data is recorded by the operation of the magnetic head to represent the arrangement of 0 and 1.

Linda Ivan Golinsta has been very quiet to be an audience. Listening to Ritter Jackman’s brief description, he was surprised: "It’s amazing, I just heard you say that card, this capacity is its ten. How many times does it mean that you can store more than a thousand photos?"

Ritter Jackman’s reaction to Linda’s beauty was very useful. He smiled: “According to the current mainstream digital camera resolution, it is possible to store 1600 photos.”

Linda asked: "So why do digital cameras use a card with a very small storage capacity, without this hard drive?"

Ritter Jackman said: "This involves too many factors, such as technology, cost and market positioning, and even strategic considerations at the company level. For example, if I am Kodak's eo. I Digital cameras that use hard disk storage technology will be limited as much as possible. Although Kodak produces photographic equipment, more than 70% of its turnover comes from the film business, and the emergence of large-capacity digital cameras is simply for this company. It is a disaster."

Eric once again took back the small hard drive and continued to consider the mp3. He heard the words of Ritter Jackman and remembered the news that Kodak crashed in the past, and nodded with appreciation. Some accidental opponents still have such a vision.

In fact, Eric's current identity has become more inclined to the guardian of the old order. According to the position of the major shareholder of the Firefly Media Group, it is in his own interest to prevent the emergence of new media and new technology. But Eric knows better, and if he does, he will eventually be eliminated by the market.

The end of Sony's past is the best example. In the early days of the mp3 era, Sony's technology accumulation and music copyright resources far exceeded Apple, but it lost in the mp3 market. The root cause is that Sony has been hesitant about whether to abandon alkman's decision to join the mp3 field for a long time. Even once attempted to take advantage of Sony's strong position in the record industry to prevent the development of mp3 and Internet music sales models. The result of this contrarian is that the former music player industry overlord has been completely squeezed out of the market in just a few years.

Eric knows that he will take out the mp3 player plan, and will definitely be resisted by several major record companies in the future. Even the record department inside the Firefly Group will have any criticism, but if you don’t do this, it means that this market will let you To outsiders, it will be more passive at that time.

After two hours of shopping at Best Buy, Eric took a full two boxes with a futuristic look at the old-fashioned antiques but now uses the most advanced technology electronics.

Without returning to Cindy’s apartment, Eric took Linda to his home on Sixth Avenue.

After a simple lunch, Eric began to sort out the results of the morning sweep.

Linda took a big turn in this luxurious duplex apartment overlooking the entire Central Park, squinting down the stairs and seeing Eric’s living room in the electronics room. The ibm mobile phone, occasionally hitting a few times on the open laptop, asked curiously: "Eric, such a big mobile phone, is there anyone still using it?"

Eric took the ibm-private touch mobile phone. When I first saw this machine, Eric was a little surprised. Although this machine is far more than the mainstream mobile phone that has been reduced to the palm of the hand, it is completely It uses touch screen operation. In addition to making calls, it also provides functions such as notepad, memo, perpetual calendar, etc. It is basically a smart phone, and it is probably the world's first smartphone.

Now it is 1995. This once again proves that technology is never a problem, and strategy is the problem. If the previous ibm can continue to invest in research and development in accordance with this line of thinking, it is estimated that there are not too many things for Apple.

Shaking his ibm-private touch, Eric asked Linda: "If this phone is as large as our palm, would you like it?"

Linda took it for a while and shook her head. "No interest, mobile phone, you can call. These memos are not useful at all. A notebook with dozens of cents can do it. Who? It will cost a thousand dollars."

Eric smiled and nodded. From the morning, Rick Jackman, Eric learned that this cumbersome ibm phone, as well as Apple's Newton tablet, Sony's electronic notebook, Toshiba's handheld computer, Sales are very bad, the root cause is similar to what Linda said. These seemingly high-end electronic products, because of their very simple functions, do not have much market prospects.

"Then let's make another hypothesis," Eric picked up the Newton tablet next to him and said, "If you can use this tablet as an e-reader, you can hold hundreds of books, then you are willing to buy ?"

"I don't like reading books," Linda shook her head and said: "However, as long as the price is not so expensive, people who like to read books should be willing to buy it."

"Well, the sales failed." Eric smiled, put down the Newton tablet, and picked up Toshiba's small hard drive. "According to the mp3 audio format developed by Yahoo. This hard drive can hold more than 50 songs. Technology has been developed for several years. It is not a problem to install a hundred or two songs. If there is such a cigarette case-sized music player, you can put hundreds of songs into your pocket at one time and listen to it anytime, anywhere. Are you willing to buy?"

"Of course I am willing," Linda nodded, pointing to the scattered electronics in the room. Road: "Eric, you buy these things, is it going to develop the music player you said?"

"Yes."

Eric nodded. He bought these expensive and less practical electronic products, mainly to understand the current technological development level of major components in the electronic fields such as liquid crystal display, flash memory, hard disk, and lithium ion battery. Intuitive feelings, confirm whether some ideas in your heart are feasible.

Although the development of flash memory capacity has not yet reached the level of manufacturing practical mp3, the micro-hard disk technology used as the main storage carrier of mp3 has not appeared in the past, but relying on the existing small hard disk and lithium-ion battery technology, the mp3 of the cigarette case size has been developed. Not a problem. Although there is no mini-body that is not much bigger than chewing gum, it is definitely more avant-garde than Sony's alkman. Moreover, Eric's main purpose is to capture the complete mp3 player patent technology in his hands. In this way, the Western society with strict patent protection will at least not appear in the past because of the fuzzy authorization of patent ownership, resulting in many manufacturers. The situation of producing mp3 players.

It took an afternoon to break up most of the purchased electronics into a pile of expensive parts, and Eric also compiled a detailed memo for developing e-book readers, mp3 players and even smartphones.

Separated from the working state, the window is already twilight, Eric originally intended to send the memo to several executives of Yahoo and Nokia's Jorma Ollila, but considering that a few days ago Chris told He said that Microsoft wants to dig people from Yahoo, think about it or temporarily, and plans to wait until July when all the dust settles, you can take the opportunity to do some preliminary preparations.

Eric will find out the two cartons used to hold some electronic devices in the morning, pick out some equipment and parts related to the memo content and put them in a box. All the other messy things are thrown into another box. Eric shoots Clapping, I remembered that Linda should still be here.

In the living room next to the living room, the sound of the TV came out. Eric walked in. On the TV, MTV TV was playing a fashion show. Linda was lying on the sofa and holding a pillow and falling asleep. It looks like a lazy cat, the body is slightly ups and downs with the breath, the blonde covers the cheeks, the red lips are slightly open, a little less heroic, and a little more disenchantment.

Silently looked at the perfect angel that the creator brought to the world for a while, Eric couldn't bear to wake her up, and the corner of the sofa at the foot of Linda sat down gently, sniffing the faint woman fragrance in the room, leaning on the back of the sofa chair. I watched the TV quietly.

Lazy to sleep for an afternoon, in fact, when Eric walked into the living room, Linda woke up.

Curious Eric saw what he would do when he was asleep. Linda didn't open her eyes immediately, patiently waited for a while, but felt Eric sitting down at her feet and watching TV quietly. She is very satisfied with Eric's lack of animalism and will hold herself a hundred times, but she feels that the man's reaction is too abnormal.

Then she continued to fake, her eyes sneaked open, and the light in the living room became darker. She could only see his sharp side face with the light of the TV set. The makeup that had been changed by her in the morning had been washed away, and the original appearance was revealed. She thinks, this man's side face is quite impressive.

After a while, the program on the TV set suddenly changed, and the host, Bara, passed a mv.

*shoot-paked-my-bags-last-night-pre-light

*zero-

*and-im-gonna-be-high-as-a-kite-by-then

*i-迷ss-the-earth-so-muh,i-迷ss-my-ie

*its-lonely-out-in-spae

*on-suh-a-timeless-light

*and-i-think-its-gonna-be-a-long-long-time

*...

*...

It is the "roket-man" by the famous British singer Elton John. She likes this song very much. Elton John's voice is sad with three points. Three points. Three points helpless. And the last point of hysteria.

The lyrics tells the story of a long-lost Rocket man who misses his hometown and misses his wife. But she even thinks that this is a fable. The story about the prodigal son of the game wants to be stable but not allowed. This kind of story usually takes place in movies. The bodyguards who are about to retire, the agents, the soldiers, 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 flower game world, pulling a film series to the 16th part is not finished.

Before going to sleep, MTV TV also played a trailer, and the 16th 007 was called, oh, "Golden Eyes", it seems to be released in July.

The thoughts ran a little, and the gaze looked at the man sitting on the other side. She didn't understand the heights and the cold, and she didn't know that the strings were broken. Just instinctively think, maybe. He is also a rocket man.

Feeling that the body is sleeping, and still hungry, do not want to sleep again, open his eyes, subconsciously stretched his lower body, and the small jade feet just topped his legs.

"You woke up," Eric twisted his head, smiling and holding her slender ankle on her lap to help her stretch out.

Throwing the pillow in her arms, she nodded, feeling that the ankle held by Eric was slightly itchy, her face was reddish, and she was embarrassed to swear, and she said something softly: "Dream dreams that you put this The house was given to me and I woke up."

"Oh, wake up, or I will definitely cry in your dreams."

Although she was very blind, she did not imagine that Eric could give this tens of millions of luxury homes. If it happened, she would not accept it. Although she is not too smart, she knows that there is any in the world. Everything has a price. In the afternoon, I really dreamed about this situation. The last darkness created by the twilight made her feel free to say it.

Eric’s words made her somewhat disappointed. She kicked her ankle and said: “In this case, even if the Playboy doesn’t want to send girls, it’s usually not a matter of perfunctory, you are really lazy.”

Eric put on a helpless look and said, "Well, let me brew a line."

Linda stared at Eric in the sparkling light of the TV, and I looked at Eric with interest, and I couldn’t finish it.

A moment later, Eric slammed his head and said with a blank face: "Oh, I remember, this house is not mine."

"Hah, really no idea, but also a Hollywood gold screenwriter!"

"You can do it," Eric said with a smile, and asked: "Hungry, we go out to eat."

"Well," Linda nodded. She was far more familiar with Eric than Manhattan. She just wanted to mention her suggestion and heard the ringing of the phone in the living room.

"I'll pick up the phone and wait a moment," Eric said as he got up and walked out.

Her eyes as he left the living room, too lazy to get up, twisted his body, the small hand rubbed the sofa armrest toward the outside probe, and saw the man picking up the phone and sitting down on the living room sofa. Vaguely heard that he talked with people about the sound of Jurassic Park 2, it seems to be the arrangement of the premiere.

The opposite side talked for nearly ten minutes, Eric hung up the phone, she just had to retract her body and get up, I heard Eric’s phone ringing again.

"Hey...oh, Cindy, it's you," Eric promised, feeling her probe and waved her hand.

She smiled and was able to guess the intent of Cindy's call, retracting her head and being too lazy to listen again. She suddenly remembered the tone of his talk about work, serious, serious, and meticulous.

Yourself.

She was born well, she didn't have the pressure of life. She was too lazy to study in adulthood, and she started her model with the good qualifications given by God.

Beginning at the age of sixteen.

Fourteen years.

Step by step to the present.

The days seem to be simple too.

jobs.

Have fun.

There is no 10,000 dollars a day to get out of bed.

Getting married too early.

People are not good.

If you don't want to make do with it, you will get divorced.

If you can't stand the boyfriend, you will break up.

Do whatever you want.

Endless.

Suddenly found out, hey, it turned out that he was the rocket man.

No wonder I like the song of Elton John.

Hearing the sound of the outside, he still chats with Cindy in the air and is very patient.

Perhaps, although he is also floating in space, he controls everything, just like the pilot of the space shuttle.

No, he didn't control everything. At least, he didn't know what her ambitious fake girlfriend was thinking.

She suddenly felt that she should be responsible for doing something, her head turned around for a while, jumped up from the sofa and walked toward the living room.

"Oh, George? Jean restaurant, roughly where?" Eric saw Linda coming over and didn't mind, talking to Cindy Crawford, and saw Linda come to him. The Queen Fan slammed the blond hair in front of her forehead, bullied it, rode on Eric's thigh, and reached for him to push him back toward the sofa.

Eric is listening to Cindy's introduction to the address of a restaurant, and is pushed to the backrest by Linda. He has to use his eyes to ask Linda which is the one.

At the other end of the line, Cindy had already finished the address. Eric watched Linda carrying the zipper behind the dress and pulled the shoulder strap to expertly take off the skirt. The head came over and gently squatted under his neck. .

"Cindy, me, oh, I remember, I and Linda, um, it will pass in fifteen minutes."

"No, dear Cindy, wait for us for an hour," Linda shouted at the microphone without saying a word, reaching out and grabbing the phone and hanging up the phone.

Eric reluctantly reached out and held Linda's soft waist and smiled and said: "Well, what is your mental state now, is it bitten by a bug?"

"Of course not," Linda reached out and held Eric's face. She wildly came over and kissed her. The voice was dumb and said: "I want to squeeze you."

Hey, Cindy Baby, see what you do tonight.

She thought a little smugly.

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Ps1: Recommend the song "roket-man", very nice.

Ps2: I posted some pictures of Linda Ivan Golinsta in the bar. It tastes great. Let's go and see for yourself.

Ps3: Occasionally, some characters will become more and more sensational. This chapter feels like it.

*(To be continued.)