He peered into the pile of machines and asked, "Young man, what's this?"

"A pager!"

"A pager? What's it for?"

"What do you think a pager is for?" Xing Baohua said irritably.

Behind him, a young man stepped forward and said, "If my boss asks you a question, you should answer it properly."

"I already said it, a pager? What else do I need to say?" Xing Baohua just wanted to get it over with and leave; it was the height of gangster activity these days. Xing Baohua didn't want to mess with them, but who knew he'd run into them anyway.

The boss waved his hand and said to Xing Baohua, "Young man, tell me how to use it. Is this a keyboard? Can it be used as a computer?"

"No, it can only be used to reply to messages," Xing Baohua said.

Can you demonstrate it for me?

"That will take a while." Xing Baohua realized that the pager was still copying numbers.

After finishing all that, Xing Baohua handed the remaining pagers to his secretary. Xing Baohua then demonstrated them to the VIP, and those around him, out of respect for the VIP's status, did not approach to watch.

Now, when people see Xing Baohua giving a demonstration, they all come over to watch out of curiosity. Even the staff are watching.

The two machines send messages to each other.

He casually sent a dozen or so messages, leaving everyone present dumbfounded.

It was the first time I'd seen something so high-end, and I was very curious.

Xing Baohua took this opportunity to explain to everyone that China produced the world's first two-way paging machine. There's no need to explain any motorcycle patents.

Just tell everyone that this thing is a high-tech product made in China.

Many people also ask where to buy them, and how many or how much?

Xing Baohua said, "There's nothing left to sell. That's all we produced."

The idea of ​​using scarcity marketing could be implemented appropriately in Hong Kong. This was an idea that Xing Baohua suddenly came up with.

Find another shop along the street, buy it, and set up an experience store.

Thinking it over and acting on it, Xing Baohua was about to leave when the big shot stopped him and said, "Brother, seeing you have so many, give me a few. Don't worry, name your price."

"Given away, not for sale?"

"I'll give you to me, haha!"

"You're going to compete with the Governor of Hong Kong? You've got some nerve!" Xing Baohua said with a slight smile.

"Why are you talking to me like that? Believe me or not, I'll make sure you don't leave this room alive!" the henchmen behind him said arrogantly.

"I don't know who you are, nor do I need to know. But what you just said has already threatened me."

Seeing that the other party was still smiling, Xing Baohua turned to his secretary and said, "Call the lawyer and the police, and tell them that I have been threatened."

Xing Baohua pointed at the other man's nose and said, "Don't you dare leave. Just for what you said, I can put you in jail!"

The other party's leader glanced at Xing Baohua a few times before smiling and saying, "Brother, my little brother was just joking. There's no need to take it so seriously. It's alright now, you can leave."

Xing Baohua glanced at the other party, called back his secretary who had gone to make a phone call, and got into the Tiger Head Bentley under everyone's gaze.

Anyone who's been around Hong Kong knows how persistent lawyers can be; they can get someone arrested at any time.

Anyone who can summon a lawyer with a simple phone call is definitely wealthy; everyone knows how expensive private lawyers are.

Especially those who are available whenever needed.

Therefore, the other party was afraid that Xing Baohua would call a lawyer and fight them to the death.

Back at the hotel, I called over a real estate agent and asked him to help me find a street-front property in a prime location, anywhere from five to ten thousand square feet.

The real estate agent was so excited he couldn't sleep yesterday, and he's even more thrilled today. He's bowing and scraping, saying he'll definitely get it done.

Xing Baohua is back. The little devil is saying that she was indeed a bit tired last night.

They woke her up for lunch, and then she ate with everyone in the restaurant.

Xing Baohua asked Wang Weibao how long it would take to prepare for Zou Wenjuan to hold a concert in Hong Kong.

Wang Weibao thought for a moment and said, "It will probably take about three to six months. We also need to promote our songs on the radio and build up our popularity."

"After her Cantonese cassette tape came out, she told the people at Capital Artists to promote the song, as she needed a concert to solidify her position."

“Yes, boss.” Wang Weibao nodded in response.

In the afternoon, I arranged for my secretary to accompany Zou Wenjuan to see a luxury house.

Xing Baohua spent her free time discussing scripts for mobile phone and paging advertisements with Director Wang.

Xing Baohua didn't have any good ideas, so he could only think of the movie clips he had seen in his previous life and the scenes where a mobile phone was needed.

For example, during a gang war, someone picks up the phone to recruit people.

Or to use that classic line from Infernal Affairs: There's a mole inside, stop the transaction?

I wonder if it will cause any problems if I make some pranks during this period?

This section is also unusable! It's disjointed and confusing.

Hong Kong people love speculating in finance. The video shows a tycoon playing golf when he suddenly receives a phone call and says into the phone, "It's gone up?"

A joyful smile was on his face.

The scene shifts to the chaotic stock market, where many people are hugging and cheering with joy.

The sign was entirely green.

Then the advertising slogan and the overall image of the phone appeared: "DaMi Phone, Timely Announcements, Winning the Future".

Or is it a prank on some motorcycles with two-pound mobile phones?

A boss was walking down the street with a mobile phone, constantly feeding it until the battery died. He also swung his wrist occasionally.

Just then, a young girl walked by, the phone rang, and she answered it, chatting casually.

The man playing the boss glanced at his half-brick and tossed it aside casually.

The scene shifts, and we see the boss holding a high-end rice-sized phone, chatting while eating, chatting in the car, and chatting at home.

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