Chapter 480 A Product of a New Era! (Second Update!)

San Francisco.

When the sun shines into the room, Greb slowly walks out of his 50-square-meter bedroom, walks to the study, prepares some documents, and calls Parison who has been up all night, and then walks out of the house happily.

Driving the bulletproof Ford given by his old father, the breeze blows in from the window, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Feeling the breeze, he subconsciously hums a ballad.

After humming a few sentences, he found that he was not in tune, so he simply turned on the CD player and searched for a long time in it, and finally found a light music he liked.

Pretty Boy.

The sweet female voice came from the center console of the Ford car, which made Greb feel even better. He grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, and his butt swayed left and right.

Then, his body drove his hands and made the steering wheel sway left and right.

Finally, this environmentally friendly QTM American V8 swayed left and right on the wide road.

The co-pilot, who had been up all night, was awakened by the shaking from side to side just as he fell asleep.

Fortunately, he had fastened his seat belt and did not fly out of the car because of the shaking from side to side, becoming the protagonist of the banquet.

After adjusting his posture, Parison looked at the main driver with despair and asked:

"Are you so happy? I stayed up all night last night. Can you let me sleep well on the 50-mile road to San Jose?"

"I beg you, it's just a mobile phone. Even if it looks more epoch-making, it's just a mobile phone after all."

"If the mobile phone is gone, we can get it again."

"I'm your cousin, I only have one! If I die, my dad will hang you up and beat you to death, and even your dad will be hung up and beaten to death."

These complaints did not stop Greb from shaking from side to side.

Instead, he became more excited, and his body shook more, but fortunately he let go of his hands, and the vehicle did not shake from side to side with his movements.

While shaking, Greb shouted loudly: "Parrison, you will witness the birth of a miracle! The birth of a real miracle!"

"We will become the richest man in the world, richer than Intel and Nvidia."

Looking at the car that was rapidly retreating beside him and the speed on the dashboard, Parison silently grabbed the seat belt and shook his head: "You think too much. They have completed the financing. This time they contacted us to meet, just to see our relationship."

As he said, Parison shrunk a little deeper into the seat, which seemed to be safer.

Greb went to China a few days ago. After returning, he re-summarized the information he had collected on the Internet before.

Then he put forward more specific needs.

According to his messy needs, he conducted a dragnet search on major forums in Silicon Valley and the website of the San Jose Branch of the California Department of State Affairs.

This search found something interesting.

A newly registered company stated in its company profile that it claimed to develop a cross-era mobile phone that would subvert all current communication devices.

He also gave a brief description of this so-called communication device.

And claimed that he had received enough investment.

When he saw these contents, Parison didn't know whether to say that the other party was skilled and bold, or really far ahead, because according to his description, others could take the lead and make such products.

Or, apply for enough patents.

Finally, let these people lose money.

But out of curiosity and also out of Greb's needs, he still contacted the other party.

After in-depth communication, Greb showed enough interest. When he asked the other party if he could communicate face to face.

The other party hesitated.

Just when he thought the other party would not agree, the other party agreed again.

In the end, it was him, the programmer, who stayed up late to collect information, and the guy next to him who was already shaking was driving.

Thinking about these in his mind, Parison glanced at the corner of his eyes and saw a truck changing lanes in front, but Greb seemed to have not seen it at all.

"It's going to hit!" Parison screamed.

And Greb also became normal at this moment, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and barely slid over the edge of the truck.

As soon as he was out of danger, he started to brag:

"My skills are amazing, right?"

"Stop the car, I want to get off!"

…………

In downtown San Jose, at the Riverside Cafe on the banks of the Guadalupe River.

Ronald was dressed casually, sitting leisurely next to the coffee table with a laptop in front of him.

He held the coffee in his left hand, and from time to time he typed a few lines of code on the keyboard with his right hand. When he felt very satisfied with the code, he would bring the coffee in his left hand to his mouth and take a big sip.

Across from him was Lavater in a suit, who was leisurely eating watermelon mixed with yogurt. The delicate yogurt and smoothie made him bite and squeak.

The two of them didn't speak tacitly, but were busy with their own things.

Just then, a sound of footsteps came from the side.

An Asian-looking bodyguard wearing a black suit and black sunglasses came over with two people.

He stood in front of the two men and said in not-so-standard English: "Mr. Lavat, Mr. Greb and Mr. Parison are here."

After that, the bodyguard turned around and left without looking back, leaving only a cool back.

Standing in front of Lavat and the other man, Greb glanced and focused his attention on Lavat.

Ronald next to him obviously has a scholarly air, so the business negotiation should go to this guy next to him...

He extended his right hand while thinking, but Lavat didn't take it, just raised his hand and pointed at Ronald opposite:

"Mr. Greb Roosevelt, the person you need to find is him, I am just an ordinary protector of investment funds."

"I have no role."

After these words came out, Greb, who had extended his hand, was a little embarrassed, retracted his hand, touched his head, and extended his hand again, in front of Ronald:

"Hello, Mr. Ronald von Neumann, I am Duke of Avenal Sigreb Roosevelt, the person next to me is my brother, Parrison Roosevelt. "

"I came here to find you because I want to confirm something with you, something private."

Beside the coffee table, Ronald finally put down his work, stood up, and held out his hand to the person in front of him:

"Mr. Greb, welcome."

"As for what you want to know, as long as it does not involve confidentiality, I can answer you."

"Of course, I hope you can pay real money and join our glorious cause."

During the conversation, Ronald pulled the two people to sit down, and asked the bodyguard next to him to bring two new cups of coffee.

After taking a sip of coffee, Greb asked, "Can you explain the function of your phone in detail?"

"After listening to Parison's words, I always think this is a very good invention, but I need to confirm it one last time."

"If your plan can meet my requirements, I want to invest."

"About $100 million, I need 45% of the shares."

Greb said it very seriously. After listening, Ronald just smiled slightly and raised his hand to point to Rawat next to him:

"The Saudi Arabian Development Fund where Mr. Rawat works has invested $500 million, but only holds 20% of the shares."

"If Mr. Greb wants to join, I can only give you 2% of the shares at most."

"Of course, before you make a decision, I will explain my project to you first."

While speaking, Ronald closed the code writing software on the computer and opened a PPT.

These days, he has not been busy working, but has been staying at home to work on PPT.

Compared to the notebook shown to Rawat, PPT is much simpler and more colorful.

Drag the mouse to the first picture, Ronald explained: "Our mobile phone adopts an integrated body and a new data and charging interface design."

"To make the mobile phone more beautiful, but the corresponding technical requirements also need to be greatly improved."

"But our purpose from the beginning is to make technology serve people, so it's worth it!"

The word "worth it" made Greb subconsciously turn his head to look at Ronald, confirming that there was no lie in the other's eyes, and he couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the German in front of him in his heart.

After clicking the thumbs up, his eyes fell on the PPT.

Using a stronger processor, a better screen, and better technology, all of this can drive a large number of jobs and related technology development.

Very good!

But these are not what I need.

What I need is not these, no!

The PPT is very long, and Ronald explained it very carefully, so the PPT scrolls slowly. Greb was a little anxious because he couldn't see what he wanted to see.

Just when he was about to ask, the PPT finally turned to the second chapter.

Software

"All our hardware actually serves the software, and our mobile phones need to have enough software to be truly called a mobile phone."

"First of all, our app store. In my conception, this is a mobile platform."

"Software from all over the world needs to be reviewed by us and confirmed to be safe before it can be installed through our app store."

"We can choose to charge them a platform fee or not, but I prefer not to charge it."

"If we charge it, it goes against our original intention of letting humans enjoy technology."

"Then there is our map navigation software."

"At present, ordinary people mainly rely on paper maps to travel, but paper maps have a certain threshold for use."

"Many people can't even tell the difference between east, south, west and north, let alone expect them to understand the map, so I conceived a map software."

"We use the signal sent by the mobile phone to locate the mobile phone, and then feedback to the mobile phone software, and then we can locate our current location, and finally, follow the real-time updated map to move forward."

After explaining the map, Ronald dragged the mouse and was about to enter the next software, but Greb raised his hand to stop him.

After moving Ronald's hand off the mouse, Greb dragged the mouse and read the mobile map software from beginning to end.

After reading it, he was overjoyed.

The German in front of him really, really exceeded his expectations.

If you want to use a paper map, you need to send professionals to survey the terrain and then get a highly professional military map.

Then, this highly professional military map will remove those highly professional contents, leaving some well-known roads, and finally hand it over to the relevant civilian map production department.

The civil map production department will take this map, make a general civil map, and sell it on the market.

Electronic map, that is also a map.

It also needs to be surveyed on site and then fed back to the database.

Hehe...

If this software is pushed to the world, then all the maps in the world will be yours...

Or, just load a program to collect information in the software, directly record the routes taken by the mobile phone users, and finally send them back to the database.

Then use the database for additional analysis.

Perfect, perfect!

Very perfect.

It is worthy of being a project that I have taken a fancy to. Just this map software is worth the price.

The PPT is still very long, there is more to come, take a look!

Greb dragged the mouse down, and there were two chat softwares below. The pages of the two chat softwares were placed on the left and right, and compared with each other.

Seeing this, the eyes of the young talent of the Roosevelt family suddenly widened.

Because these two chat softwares are more mature than his own!

Mature to the point of being ridiculous.

On the left is a software similar to Facebook, but in the settings, it looks more sophisticated than Facebook.

Comments can post photos, videos, select locations, and have the functions of following, liking, commenting, forwarding, customizing avatars, displaying pages and displaying pages!

There is even a reward function, but it is called coin tossing here!

It's really TND.

As for the chat software, it comes with email, groups, rewards, and a weird red envelope function.

It looks very simple and refreshing.

Behind all this, there are voice and video functions, but there is a question mark behind these two functions.

There is also a note: 4G network is required!

As he was studying it carefully, Ronald's head came over from the side and said gently: "Actually, the inspiration for the software in front came from Facebook, and the inspiration for those functions came from the streets of Paris."

"There are artists from all over the world chasing their dreams giving speeches and playing on the streets everywhere."

"Occasionally, someone throws them a few coins, and they will look at the person who throws the coins with gratitude, and then play and speak more vigorously."

"So when I was conceiving this software, I added these functions."

"It's just that it seems very troublesome now, because these functions need to be connected to the bank system, and we don't have any relevant relationship, so this software needs to be put off a little bit."

"The chat software next to it was actually inspired by ICQ, but ICQ is too troublesome, so I made a simple one."

"In the imagination, after we have completed the occupation of the mobile phone field, we also need to enter the cultural and game fields to promote America."

"And the account of this chat software can be universal."

Fuck, fuck!

Greb listened to the explanation and looked at the PPT in front of him. He finally understood why Lin Yu said that his software was too complicated and he had chosen the wrong object.

I was a little bit unconvinced at first.

But now, a mobile phone manufacturer knows more than me.

I am so angry!

He continued to drag the mouse down, but the new PPT made him confused again.