Rebirth: Let's Talk About 1984

According to reports, this story begins at an entirely unscientific moment: Zhou Ziye, a designer who rose from creating counterfeit mobile phones, suddenly time-traveled back to the year 1984.

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Chapter 156 A Photograph

Xing Baohua accompanied the group to check out the recording venue first. Afterwards, Liu Haibo said to Xing Baohua, "I listened to you. You have foresight! You thought of this step in advance and ordered large equipment ahead of time."

"Don't say that, we're all just trying to make money," Xing Baohua said with a smile.

“It’s good that you’re here. We’re not here for anything in particular. First, we were worried that you might not have enough funds here, so we brought you 50,000 yuan. Second, we were afraid that some fools might cause trouble. We three may not be good at much else, but we can at least provide shelter and be a shield.”

Xing Baohua liked hearing this and patted Liu Haibo on the shoulder, saying, "Brother Bo, you're so kind."

I had lunch with these second-generation rich kids.

Fortunately, Xing Baohua refrained from drinking at noon, saying he had something to do in the afternoon.

Liu Haibo and the others didn't mind that he didn't drink; Xing Baohua's recent situation was indeed very much to their liking as investors.

The group discussed how to install the large recording equipment, and Xing Baohua said that they had already found someone from a design institute to design the factory building.

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Set aside some space to build a factory and install equipment first, and then move it over once the large factory is built.

Perfect timing! The money from the Great America has arrived, which can be used to build large factories and pay for equipment.

Now we're just waiting for the learning machine to launch. The commercials have been filmed, and we're asking Liu Haibo if he has any connections with TV stations.

Liu Haibo patted his chest and said, "Brother, I can't speak for other places, but I can still put in a good word for you in the cultural and propaganda departments of central Shandong. Don't worry about this, I'll take care of it for you. The provincial TV station is no problem either, but the key is CCTV. That will take a lot of effort. We're all from small places, and our connections don't extend beyond the province! Otherwise, Taozi wouldn't have been so badly taken advantage of when he went south."

"Don't bring up my past!" Zhang Taoming said somewhat discontentedly. He had been tricked many times and suffered terribly, and no one wanted to mention his shameful side.

Xing Baohua took advantage of the time spent eating and drinking to give a brief report to the shareholders.

The results are satisfactory, and the future is promising.

After finishing his meal, Xing Baohua returned to the recording studio to give some instructions. He wanted to go back to Luzhong the next day, mainly because he was worried that George might come.

One hundred kilometers isn't a long distance, and it's more convenient to drive.

After finishing up here and returning to the guesthouse with his people, Xing Baohua first called Ruiding.

Fortunately, this person answered the call.

“Ruiding, are you free tomorrow? I need to go back to Luzhong. If it’s convenient, could you come with me?” Xing Baohua said.

"Tomorrow? Wait a moment, I'll call you in a bit. Let me see if the schedule can be changed." After saying that, Redding hung up the phone.

Xing Baohua was quite helpless; these important figures just had so many problems! As for their schedules, Xing Baohua had no idea!

They can come and go as they please.

After waiting for half an hour, Rudin told Xing Baohua that it was okay and he could pick him up after breakfast the next day.

Xing Baohua quickly tidied up her things, as well as the drawings she had made before, which she also needed to gradually refine.

He then went to Wang Weibao's room and gave him some instructions regarding the recording process. He also mentioned some things that needed to be resolved after he left, and that if anyone couldn't handle them, they could call Liu Haibo.

Leave him your number.

Xing Baohua had a good night's rest and was full of energy the next day, which meant she had recovered quite well. It seemed like she could still go on for hundreds more rounds?

Forget it, one time is enough to feel stuffed.

We picked up Reading and continued eastward.

I kept the speed at 60 mph. There was no way I could go fast because some sections of National Highway 309 were in poor condition.

"Don't you have a radio in your car? You can play some music," he said to the person sitting in the passenger seat.

Xing Baohua glanced at the radio's mechanical buttons and knobs, then casually adjusted them with his right hand. Apart from making a hissing sound, nothing else happened.

The car was borrowed, and Xing Baohua had never studied radios before.

He shrugged at Redding and said, "Sorry, this car isn't mine, and I'm not familiar with it. If you're bored, we can talk about some technical stuff."

“Okay,” Redding nodded in response.

"What do you think of current mobile phones?" Xing Baohua asked.

“It’s not ideal. I think the future trend is still digitalization,” Reading said.

“Indeed, analog signals are just a transition. Building base stations at great expense can allow analog signals to reach a certain level, but it is not a long-term solution,” Xing Baohua said.

“We’ve already built digital base stations. I didn’t know about your analog-to-digital signal conversion plan for motorcycles. Actually, I’m quite interested in that,” Redding said with a smile, wanting Xing Baohua to show him the plan.

Xing Baohua wouldn't show it to him; she'd just leave it there. Even if she did show it to him, it wouldn't do her any good. Besides, that thing already belonged to Motorola, and she couldn't violate the patent agreement.

Seeing that Xing Baohua didn't say anything, Rui Ding could only shrug and stop talking.

One annoying thing about provincial highways is that there's a toll station at every border crossing.