At this moment, Alan didn't know how to describe his feelings. In those days, the Internet had just appeared. It took a long time to open a web page and a picture took a long time to load. Who invented the smart phone?
Could it be a time traveler?
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"What do you mean by this smartphone? Show me one."
Alan even disregarded his status and walked to the IBM-branded counter in person and said something to the waiter.
"Hello, sir."
The waiter looked at so many people coming and surrounding the counter.
The big men in black in front are obviously bodyguards, and the lady is obviously a secretary.
The man who was speaking...
He doesn't look like a boss, but more like a rich second generation, or an aristocrat...
?
noble?
When the waiter thought of this, he straightened his back subconsciously and looked at the other person's blond hair. If this person is really a nobleman, then he is most likely a British nobleman. He must be treated well.
Thinking of this, the waiter's smile became even brighter, and he began to explain: "Our smartphone is not yet on the market. There are only models on the counter. It is now in the pre-sale and display stage."
"Take out the model and tell me about it."
Alan didn't even look behind him. As soon as he bent his waist, Yasin Rania very tactfully pushed a small swivel chair under Alan, just enough for him to sit on.
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Holding a so-called pre-sale smartphone model in hand.
Alan looked left and right, and to be honest, after observing closely, he was slightly disappointed.
This thing is slightly larger than an ordinary mobile phone. The overall shape of the whole phone is like a bar-type mobile phone, but the area in the middle of the mobile phone is set as a button area in previous mobile phones.
This phone has removed the button at this location and instead has a long strip of screen.
As for the model...it couldn't be turned on, so the waiter bent over and explained the brochure to Alan.
This phone is the first generation of smartphone jointly developed by IBM and BellSouth!
Compared with the mobile phones on the market that only have the function of making calls, this thing actually integrates the functions of a digital assistant, pager, fax machine, calendar, world clock, calculator, notepad, email, games and so on.
With this comparison, theoretically speaking, this is indeed a smart phone. It is so damn smart that it can send emails and connect to the Internet!
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It's like when everyone is still fighting with swords, someone suddenly takes out an old-fashioned single-shot rifle.
Although both are very backward, the latter is obviously a generation behind the former.
Although he was a little disappointed, Alan was very excited to see this thing today.
How to put it... It's like a person traveling through the long river of time, suddenly feeling the long river of time flowing.
Alan hasn't played mobile or computer games for many years.
It has been so long since he got used to writing letters and reporting in person. It was not until he saw the phone today that he felt the reality of a new era approaching.
In a few years, the technology tree of mobile phones will make great progress, first reducing the size, then increasing the functions, and finally becoming more and more unstoppable, from 2G to 3G, then 4G and so on...
With the development of the Internet, life will become more and more colorful. Will the slow pace of life of the old British people change because of this?
Alan didn't know either, but he was looking forward to this day. The electronics factory that his family had extorted from the Li father and son was prepared for this day. Although the electronics factory could only produce the rubbish single-board game consoles now, as long as he was given time, he would be able to get a share of the pie in this industry in the future.
at the moment……
Alan looked at the mobile phone model in his hand again, hehe...
Americans, it's time for Master Allen to poach your talents again. You have such talents, but you can still create such a "smart phone" in this technological environment. Don't blame me, Master Allen, for jumping out to pick the peaches.
Based on Alan's experience, although their mobile phone looks fancy, its sales will most likely be very poor.
Because its screen is too big and the battery can't be made too big, the standby time is very short, and the current network environment is so bad, and there is nothing you can do to access the Internet. It's just a bunch of flashy things. It can be said that they have taken the right and wrong path with this smartphone. When this phone of theirs fails, it will be time for them to poach its customers!
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"When will this phone be officially launched?"
"Sir, according to the plan, if everything goes well, we will launch the phone in the second half of next year. We are currently in the final verification stage of the phone. If we encounter special circumstances, there is a small chance that the launch will be postponed. You know, the technology on this phone is really too advanced."
The waiter kept smiling throughout the whole process and did his best to introduce the dishes.
Alan nodded. It was easy to say, but wasn't that just empty talk?
It will take at least another year, or nearly two years, to make this thing...
What will mobile phones be like by then?
At the very least, the miniaturization of mobile phones must be successful. By that time, when other people are using palm-sized mobile phones and you have such a big mobile phone, you will be dead.
No matter how many functions a mobile phone has, it is useless. The main function of a mobile phone these days is to make calls. It is convenient. If it is too big, compared with small mobile phones, its disadvantages are too obvious.
With a clear mind, Alan put down the mobile phone model, made a gesture of reward to Xiao Shitou, nodded to the waiter without saying a word, and got up and left.
A bodyguard quickly trotted over and counted out a few fifty-pound bills in front of the waitress' surprised eyes. He handed them to her and said, "This is a reward from His Excellency. Thank you for your hard work."
After saying this, the bodyguard trotted back and followed the team away.
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After leaving the mobile phone store, to be honest, Alan suddenly felt that there was nothing else he needed to go to.
As for the things in here, such as clothes, he no longer wears this kind of "popular style" clothes. At his level, even the ** are all hand-made and customized. He never wears the goods outside.
Apart from these, there were other things, such as jewelry, that he didn't need to buy because he had a goldsmith at home. As for the rest...
It's really gone.
Oh shit, I went to Harrods today and it was so fucking annoying, the decoration was rubbish and there was nothing good to buy.
Alan sniffed and motioned to Yasin Rania to take him to a cafe or something to sit down and have a cup of coffee.
He couldn't just turn around and leave like that, as that would make him seem too perfunctory, and it wouldn't be good if it was misunderstood by the people below.
Although not many people know that Harrods has changed its owner, Alan still plans to stay a little longer to maintain his good image.
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Alan crossed his legs on the large sofa.
Holding a cup of coffee in his hand, looking at the street view outside the window, to be honest, Alan didn't really like looking at this kind of street view with extremely dense traffic.
It is prosperous, but also noisy.
He was used to living in that hellhole of a place called Wales, so when he came to this big urban city, he instinctively felt uncomfortable. He had to be restrained in everything he did, and he couldn't let go as he did at home, which made him feel very depressed.
However, thinking that he would not be able to stay in London for many days, he decided to just change his taste occasionally. Thinking of this, and looking at the red bus that just passed by on the street, Alan's mood improved again.
Yasin Rania sat not far from Alan. As an entourage, she could not sit directly opposite him. She understood this rule. At this moment, she sat upright with her legs together and slightly tilted to one side, like a diligent secretary, accompanying her boss here to drink coffee and take a nap.
Tap tap tap…
There was a sound of hurried footsteps and high heels, and a slightly irritated female voice was mixed in with the chaotic footsteps.
"I told you to stay away from me. I finally came to London and I only bought a few things. I'm a princess, but I only spent so much money. Is it really that important? Is it really that important? Is our family out of money?"
"Your Highness... Your Highness, please go slowly. The things here are too expensive. Before I came here, His Majesty told me that your spending limit..."
An old man who looked like a housekeeper followed the girl and tried to persuade her earnestly.
The girl was holding two shopping bags in her hands and looked around. At this time, the coffee shop was full. There was only an empty seat right opposite Alan, but there were several big men around him who looked not to be trifled with, so no one dared to sit opposite him.
But this girl was very courageous, especially when she saw Alan, her eyes subconsciously lit up, her steps seemed to be out of control, and she walked to the sofa opposite Alan involuntarily, and asked in a very ladylike manner: "Hello... Is anyone here? I'm tired from shopping, I want to sit here and rest for a while."
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Alan frowned slightly. He hated noise the most. He had heard this person making a lot of noise all the way before she came over. Now he saw her just walking in front of him. Sigh...
It would be very rude to refuse directly, so Alan looked at the lady in the pink suit expressionlessly and nodded slightly as a response.
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Marta Louise looked at Alan expectantly and nodded. Although he didn't say anything, Marta Louise still felt very happy.
Women will subconsciously be more tolerant towards handsome guys... let alone a handsome guy like this who is so good-looking, no amount of tolerance is too much.
Although this person seems to be very cold and doesn't like to talk, but... nothing is a problem in front of him with such appearance!
After asking the butler to take the order, Marta Louise sat down like a lady, tilted her head and looked at Alan. After thinking for a while, she bent down and stood up, took the initiative to extend her right hand and said, "Hello... Thank you for allowing me to sit here and rest. My name is Marta Louise, from Norway, nice to meet you."
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Little Stone raised his eyebrows the moment he heard the little girl's introduction. When she said she was from Norway, Little Stone looked carefully at the face of the lady named Marta Louise. Then, as if he had thought of something, he quickly walked behind Alan's sofa, bent down and whispered in Alan's ear: "Master...she seems to be the eldest princess of Norway."
"Um?"
What the hell is this, Princess?
Can I meet a princess while walking on the street?
Alan subconsciously looked up at Marta Louise who was still holding out her hand.
This person's appearance...
It's a bit kitsch. Although she doesn't look old, European and American women tend to look precocious, and usually look very mature at the age of fifteen or sixteen.
If I remember correctly, if she is really the eldest princess of Norway, she should be around 20 years old this year, a few years younger than me.
For people of her age, she gives people a very mature feeling. This feeling, coupled with her appearance and the way she looks at herself, gives people a feeling that she is very romantic.
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Thinking of this, Alan forced a slight smile on his face, extended his right hand, gently shook Marta Louise's hand, and said his name.
"Alan, Alan Hill."
Unexpectedly, as soon as her fingers touched her hand, Marta Louise's index finger scratched Allen's palm in a very dishonest manner.
“…”
Who am I, where am I, am I being seduced?
Alan rarely meets such a direct person.
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"Alan Hill? This name sounds familiar. Aren't you the Earl who likes making movies? The Earl of Carmarthen?"
When Marta Louise heard Alan's name, her eyes brightened, she held Alan's hand tightly and did not let go, and asked directly with a curious look on her face.
"It should be me."
Alan exerted a little force with his right hand and pulled back the hand that was being held by Marta Louise, and glanced at Yassin Rania who was watching the fun nearby.
"Go... do a survey for me. From the perspective of an ordinary customer, go buy something you like and report back to me later. Just tell me about your shopping experience."
Now that he had been recognized, Alan couldn't just run away. But there was a little light bulb beside him, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. He thought of a random excuse and prepared to send Yasin Rania away first.
"boss?"
Yasin Rania was a little confused after listening to Alan's explanation. What was this requirement?
"Just to spend money. I want to see if there is anything lacking here. Just buy whatever you want. Go ahead, Little Stone! Give her a card and send someone to go with her and help her carry things."
Alan was too lazy to explain and waved his hand to tell her to go quickly.
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Marta Louise looked at Alan with a smile as he drove away his secretary like a domineering president, and the smile on her face became even wider.
This is the traditional aristocracy of Britain, so magnanimous!
Although their family is theoretically related to Britain, her ancestors are descendants of Queen Victoria, and even her father, the current King Harald V, has the right to inherit the British throne.
But although they are all aristocrats, there are huge differences between them.
She is very cautious when buying things and cannot afford anything slightly more expensive. Even if she buys some ordinary cosmetics, the housekeeper will nag her. Look at her.
So generous to the secretary!
What do you mean by buy it casually?!
If I could...
Thinking of this, Marta Louise's look at Alan became even more strange.
She has a carefree personality, and when she met Alan, she fell in love with him immediately.
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After sending Yasin Rania away, Alan glanced at Marta Louise and asked, "Norwegian? Are you the eldest princess of King Harald V?"