Chapter 470 Dreamweaver America (Part 1)! (First Update!)

After seeing this message, Lin Yu pulled the car over, took out his cell phone, and sent a transnational message to Awad.

[Stanford, OK! ]

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After crossing the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco and turning right, you can see a bay and a valley.

This is the technology center of America, Silicon Valley.

The name Silicon Valley was first proposed by California entrepreneur Ralph Walster, and then on January 11, 1971, it began to be used as the title of a series of articles in the weekly business newspaper Electronic News.

The reason why Ralph Walster proposed the name Silicon Valley is also very simple, because this is a valley, and most of the local companies are semiconductor companies engaged in high-precision silicon processing and manufacturing.

So far, from Palo Alto in Santa Clara County at the southern end of the San Francisco Peninsula to the capital San Jose, this long section of about 25 miles of valley has been called Silicon Valley by the world.

The original name of this large valley, Xinyue Valley, slowly disappeared in the long river of time.

And the world-famous Stanford University is also located in this valley.

Ronald took off his coat and handed over the letter of introduction very respectfully.

Opposite him was Spencer Stephenson French, a chairman of Stanford University.

This was a fat man who looked to be in his 60s, with a big beard, shrewd eyes, and a casual smile on his face. He wore an ordinary programmer's plaid shirt on the upper body and beach pants on the lower body.

Although it was early spring, the air conditioner was turned on high, so it was not cold.

Taking the letter of introduction handed over by Ronald with both hands, French opened it casually, read the contents of the letter quickly, raised his head again, and looked at the person in front of him with curiosity.

He exuded the breath of a programmer all over his body. When he stood there, he knew that this person was not easy to talk to.

He was also a German.

Putting the letter aside, Frankie shook his head gently and said:

"Mr. Ronald, Professor Blatt has already told you about your situation in the letter."

"He is my best friend, I believe in his eyes, so I need to look at you now."

"Can you tell me what confidence you have that you can succeed in starting a business?"

"This is Silicon Valley, the world's technology center. There are countless people who want to start a business every day, and they have countless ideas every day."

"But at the same time, there are countless companies and countless small teams that disband every day because they can't make money and they can't even support themselves."

"Now, I'll give you 10 minutes. If you can convince me, I can invest 5 million, and then I'll find other people and invest a little more."

"Please!"

After speaking, Frankie raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation, indicating Ronald to speak, while he picked up a pen and notebook, sat gently beside him, waiting for the next bold words from the man in front of him.

Facing Frankie's request, Ronald did not persuade him as Frankie requested, but raised a finger and said calmly:

"You invest $100 million! I will give you 5% of the shares. It will only take half a year for you to see the effect."

"I don't like to persuade others with words, I prefer to persuade others with practical actions."

"If Mr. Frankie thinks it's okay, then we can move on to the next step. If not, then there is no need to continue talking."

"You are right. This is Silicon Valley. Companies are established every day, and companies are dissolved every day."

"But I believe that my company and I will be the fish that jumps over the dragon gate!"

"No, it should be the dragon."

The strange metaphor made Frankie stunned for a moment. As a Stanford trustee, he naturally understood the source of Ronald's metaphor.

A Chinese word, fish leaping over the dragon gate.

After crossing that hurdle, a fish becomes a dragon, from one species to another.

This sentence is very appropriate to describe the development of a person or a company.

The hurdle is there. If you jump over it, it will be done.

If you can't jump, you'll die.

Looking at the man in front of him who is 20 years younger than him, Frankie wants to say something, but he doesn't know what to say.

He wants to encourage him, but the condition he offers is 5% of the shares for $100 million. Although he is a trustee of Stanford University and has some money, $100 million is a lot of money anywhere.

If he encourages him, he might even ask for more money.

But ridicule...

Not really, the purpose of accepting the letter of introduction is to make money. Even if the cooperation between the two parties fails, at most he will turn around and forget about it, not ridicule.

Of course, if the other party is really ignorant, Colt M1911 is also very useful in resolving disputes. No matter whether it has been used or used, there is no bad review.

Shaking his head vigorously, he put away the pen and notebook in his hand, put the letter on the desk back, and handed it back to Ronald, saying with a smile:

"Mr. Ronald, I wish you good luck."

Reaching out to take the opened envelope, Ronald bowed deeply to the person in front of him, turned and walked to the door, picked up the clothes on the coat rack, put them on, walked out of the office quickly, and disappeared into the corridor.

When the door slowly closed, Franky, who was next to the desk, thought for a long time, picked up the phone on the desk, recalled a number in his mind, and dialed:

"Follow the German who left my office. He came to my office and asked for an investment of $100 million, and only gave 5% of the shares."

"The specific details of the project are unknown. It was only mentioned in the letter of introduction. It seems to be communication equipment."

"Follow him and see if you can get him to tell you what the project is."

"If possible, do it in your name. If the project is good, but he doesn't know how to do it."

"You can ask Colt to come out and solve it."

After telling the person on the other end of the phone, Frankie put down the phone, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the high-rise buildings in the southeast.

This is Silicon Valley.

It is a technology center.

If there is a good idea, and the feasibility of this idea is very high, it can be quickly converted into money.

And such a good idea is not grasped by ordinary people, so it is better for people like them to grasp it.

On the other side, after walking out of Frankie's office, Ronald did not rush to leave, but turned around and walked towards the library of Stanford University.

Stanford is located in Silicon Valley, and Stanford students come from all over the world. They all have their own ideas and thoughts. Sometimes, a few people get together and come up with a good idea, and then create an era.

Crazy profits that previous investments dare not think of.

Based on this, investors from all over the world choose to take root in the library of Stanford University, holding a cup of coffee every day, wandering there and eavesdropping.

Once they hear a suitable idea, they will use it on themselves. If they really can't use it, they will choose to cooperate with the students who come up with the idea.

Over time, Stanford University Library has another name.

Investor Hall.

I asked for a cup of Blue Mountain coffee in the supermarket opposite the library and threw two pieces of ice into it. Ronald walked into the library with the coffee in his hand.

It was not time for lunch yet, and the library was full of people. Some were reading, some were discussing in a low voice, and some were absent-mindedly listening to the surrounding sounds.

After finding a book on the bookshelf, Ronald naturally found a seat to sit down, drinking coffee, reading a book, and looking at the people around him with the corner of his eyes.

If the news about his brother-in-law is correct, he can wait for the people he needs here - an investment fund team from Saudi Arabia in the Middle East.

If he can't find anyone here, then he can only change another way, first use the 100,000 US dollars sponsored by his brother-in-law Mei Feng to make a little bit of things, and then use those things to attract investment.

The book is boring, and the coffee tastes average...

MD, money is really hard to make.

Just when he was about to finish a cup of coffee, a man who looked about the same age as him sat down opposite him. Before Ronald could speak, the other party stated his purpose very bluntly:

"I know you just walked out of the office of Mr. Frank, the school director, and I also know that you are looking for Mr. Frank to invest."

"I want to know, what project are you going to do?"

"Because I am also an investor, if the project is good, I can invest."

The man said it very seriously and looked very sincere.

Under his gaze, Ronald slowly raised his finger and blurted out what he had just said in Franky's office:

"One hundred million, 5% of the shares, if you agree, then we will continue to talk, if you don't agree..."

Before he finished speaking, the person who had just sat down stood up, patted his butt and turned away.

He walked away, cursing.

With no one in his way, Ronald continued to hold the coffee cup in the air conditioner and continued to read.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it was almost lunch time, but the so-called Middle East investment team still did not show up. Ronald closed the book in front of him, stood up and was about to leave.

But just as he walked to the door of the library, a large group of people, surrounded by a group of people wearing robes and a piece of cloth on their heads, slowly walked towards the library.

These people had smiles on their faces.

A smile from the heart.

A smile of seeing money!

At this moment, Ronald also smiled, he quickly turned back to the door and grabbed the door with both hands.

When this huge group of people walked into the gate, the formation would be broken, and then the Arabs would be exposed.

As long as they could get close to the Arabs, they could convince them.

Slowly, the huge group of people came to the gate. The gate was narrow, and the large group was naturally compressed. The security personnel with Asian faces in front passed through one after another, and the Arabs behind were also exposed separately.

When these people passed by, Ronald shouted to them: "My name is Ronald von Neumann. I have a project that needs your investment. I wonder if we can sit down and talk?"

His voice was very loud, and the advancing team suddenly stopped because of his voice.

The leader of the Arabs slowly turned his head and looked at Ronald, carefully looked at him, then retracted his gaze, turned around, and shouted to the people around him:

"Everyone, we came to Stanford University today to listen to your ideas and then invest in your ideas."

"Everyone present has a chance, 5 minutes."

"This gentleman spoke first."

"We admire his courage very much, so he is our first negotiation partner today."

"Please register your name, project, and get a number plate with our security personnel if you need it."

"We will try our best to complete the negotiation with everyone. Now, please follow our security personnel to the side to register."

After the Arab shouted to the people present, he turned around and came to Ronald, extended his right hand to him, and introduced himself:

"Abdullah Rawat, secretary of Mr. Awad, chairman of the Saudi Arabian Development Investment Fund. Today, I will fully represent Mr. Awad to have a detailed discussion with you."

"Mr. Ronald, I admire your courage, but..."

"You must also have real skills."

"This way!" Rawat pointed to the side very politely, and in the direction of his finger, a Stanford University staff member naturally led the way in front and led a few people into the depths of the library.

Walked into a very simple small room in the depths.

The display in the room was very simple.

There was a table in the middle, with a chair on each side.

Apart from that, there was no other furniture. The temperature and air conditioning in the room were completely controlled by the open window.

Rawat walked to the table and sat down, while the security guards next to him naturally took off their backpacks and took out laptops, recorders, cameras, and signal jammers from their backpacks.

After all these things were powered on and set up, Rawat waved his hand and asked the security guards to go out and let the Arabs behind him to operate these devices.

When everything was ready, the secretary of Awad raised his hand and pointed to the chair opposite him and nodded to Ronald.

When he sat down, he said in very gentle English: "Mr. Ronald, you only have 5 minutes, please convince me."

"100 million US dollars, 5% of the shares." Ronald still said the same sentence.

But this time, after he finished speaking, Rawat did not react much, but responded calmly: "100 million US dollars is a small amount of money for us, and 5% of the shares are not unacceptable to us."

"The problem is that you need to make me believe that your things can be worth 100 million US dollars."

"Now you have 4 minutes and 12 seconds, think about it."

The next second after he finished speaking, Ronald took out a notebook from his arms, a red notebook with a gold-plated sickle and hammer on it.

He put the notebook on the table and gently pushed it forward in front of Rawat.

Seeing this red notebook, Rawat's face couldn't help but twitch, because it looked so familiar.

Resisting the urge to complain, he picked up the notebook and opened it.

What came into view was the familiar handwriting.