Is the motorcycle one dollar less?

You feel embarrassed to use something for free if you don't want to pay.

Motorcycle hasn't yet discovered the true value in this.

They thought they could make money by selling phones through the system and by selling hardware.

Having experienced various app stores, Xing Baohua knows one thing: the system is free for you to use, but I only want the app store.

Do app stores make money?

Needless to say, Apple stuck to its own way of doing things, while Google wanted to make everything free, but eventually, various mobile phone manufacturers changed their app stores to their own.

Google hasn't unified everything.

But Xing Baohua didn't want to play the Google game. He gave you the system for free, and no matter how you modified the system, you couldn't change his native app store.

Xing Baohua's subsequent schemes were all interconnected.

The app store is initially free, which is a powerful tool for attracting users.

Once he gains enough popularity, he'll need to establish his payment system in order to allow those software companies to profit.

This was something I had thought about long ago.

Mobile payment.

It's just that Hong Kong doesn't have internet access, so the technology is still only on paper.

Xing Baohua himself can't handle the payment system, so he'll need to bring in more capital.

Xing Baohua wouldn't tell Motorcycle about his personal secrets.

Therefore, selling the phone system to Motorola for $1 was simply a way to leverage Motorola's brand for promotion.

Just like how Panjia Garden and Yumu Linfeng helped promote Win.

First, seize the market.

Do you really think Windows is stupid? They're just trying to suppress our domestic operating system.

I chatted with Henry for two days before he left, saying he'd come back in a couple of days to sign the agreement or something.

Fortunately, Henry left, otherwise Xing Baohua would have been delayed from reporting to class.

At least I can meet my classmates and let the professor check in.

On September 10th, Xing Baohua visited the University of Hong Kong again.

This time they made them change into sportswear.

The suit I wore last time caused quite a misunderstanding.

But the trio still walked into the campus, which still attracted attention.

No matter what clothes they wear, if they don't look like a good person, then they're not a good person.

Three big men were walking together, two of them looking around as if they were searching for something.

Looking around aimlessly? Looking for pretty girls?

You've come to the wrong place!

Despite some students pointing and whispering, very few dared to step forward and drive Xing Baohua and his group away.

The teacher's floor number is indicated on the pager.

Xing Baohua arrived at the business school, went upstairs to find the finance department, and then found his class.

We followed the signs to find our way here.

The guards were waiting for him downstairs.

Xing Baohua walked into the classroom alone. The classroom, which had been chaotic and filled with people talking and chatting, fell silent the moment they saw Xing Baohua wearing a mask and sunglasses, and given his burly physique.

The person in the spotlight is so glamorous.

They attract attention wherever they go.

Xing Baohua was never afraid under the flashing lights, let alone with so many eyes on him.

I quietly walked to an empty seat and sat down; there was no one around.

We waited quietly for the lecturer or professor to arrive.

"What's with the attitude? I thought someone from a club came in, but it turns out they're here for class. Aren't you afraid of getting beaten up if you go out dressed like that?" A male classmate started criticizing after Xing Baohua sat down quietly.

"I heard that when the news was being reported, some members of a student club came in and beat up a female student. J has not given any results yet." A female student seemed to remember something and shared what she had heard with those around her.

"I know about this, by the way..." Just as another student was about to share what he knew, the class bell rang.

The chaotic classroom instantly became quiet.

Then came a series of clattering sounds as the students sat down.

A short while later, a girl who seemed a bit more mature walked in.

She was wearing a professional casual suit, only the pants were replaced with a skirt.

She had wavy hair and wore gold-rimmed glasses.

Xing Baohua could even hear the heavy breathing of several boys in the front row.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Sun Jiaying, the director of the Student Affairs Office of the Business School."