The sudden opening of the mouth startled Xing Baohua, who rushed out of the door.
This girl's bites are not just ordinary bites, they really hurt.
Back in my room, I calmed myself down. Lying in bed, I thought about my conversation with Redding yesterday.
More is needed for a successful partnership with Ericsson. The price of wireless transmission may be too high in their eyes.
But that price isn't expensive at all! If we can't sell them, let's think of a way to cooperate!
There's a behemoth supporting us; we have the materials we need and the technical support we need.
This is what Xing Baohua wants most. But cooperation can only be an exchange, not an investment from the other party?
He doesn't know how things will change if the other party invests in his factory, but he's certain that his say in things will become increasingly diminished.
In fact, Xing Baohua also knew a little about it. At that time, joint ventures were basically led by the state, with shareholding ratios of 50% or 51%.
If Ericsson wants to invest, the local government is likely to get involved as well.
How are we supposed to play like this in the future? He's not afraid of being held back by foreigners, he's just afraid of his own people dragging him down!
We cannot accept the other party's investment for the time being; we can only exchange technology or sell our technology to make up for the funding gap.
We need to get two-way paging on motorcycles working. Without a sample, we can't convince the other party. Wireless transmission also requires a tangible sample. We must show them the actual performance.
Therefore, 2.4GHz transmission speed can be used to create a local area network. Several computers can directly transfer data, saving the time spent copying files.
This requires not only hardware support but also software support.
If this technology is successful, we can reach an agreement with Ericsson. It can be free initially, and fees can be charged when services are upgraded as the scale expands.
I'll do whatever comes to mind; for the sake of five million US dollars, I'll go all out.
I took out some paper and started configuring the network card and router. As for the software, I'll deal with that later.
There was also a wireless transmission method during this period, namely infrared.
Xing Baohua remembered using this thing when she was in college in her previous life.
Back then, mobile phones had built-in infrared sensors. At first, I didn't know what they were for. Later, at work, I saw a 486 computer with an infrared transmitter. Out of curiosity, I turned on my phone and was surprised to find that it could transfer pictures.
However, there's a frustrating thing about infrared transmission: it requires close proximity and a fixed position.
Even a slight deviation will result in transmission failure.
When Xing Baohua was working on wireless technology, he skipped infrared, because that technology was really useless.
For internal file sharing, create something similar to an email system. It should show who sent the file and whether they viewed it or not.
The sender will receive feedback. As for documents that require a signature, you can use a writing pad; it's not complicated anyway.
I stayed up very late that night, which woke me up the next morning when there was knocking on the door.
When Xing Baohua opened the door, he saw Zou Wenjuan and Wang Weibao. Zou Wenjuan said to Xing Baohua unhappily, "What time is it? Don't you have any sense of time?"
What time is it?
"It's past seven o'clock, are you still going to eat?" He said, taking out a few meat buns from behind and handing them to Xing Baohua.
"Thank you," Xing Baohua said, taking the money. Ready to close the door?
"Are you still working today? If it's inconvenient for you to drive us, we can take the bus ourselves."
"Wait a moment, I'll go wash up first, then we'll go together." After saying that, Xing Baohua went back into the room to get her toiletries without even closing the door.
While driving, he ate a meat-filled bun and said, "Where did you buy this? It tastes really good."
“Drive carefully. By the way, I was thinking about this last night. I've only signed the contract, but will your publishing house pay me a salary?” Zou Wenjuan said.
“Send it, one hundred a month,” Xing Baohua said.
"That's more like it," Zou Wenjuan said, sounding relieved.
"Didn't I tell you before? In a few years, when things are better, we'll go abroad. First to Hong Kong, then to Europe and America. Once the tape is released, you'll be more famous, and it'll be easier to go abroad."
After saying that, he turned to Wang Weibao and said, "Isn't that right, Teacher Wang?"
“Indeed, commercial performances abroad are better than those in China. I have high hopes for that English song. Maybe he can even make it to the Grammy Awards!” Wang Weibao said.
"Glamour?" Zou Wenjuan turned her head and asked Wang Weibao curiously.
"It's a major award from the Academy of Arts and Sciences of the United States. Winning such an award is a lifelong benefit," Wang Weibao explained.
Zou Wenjuan nodded as if she understood.
After dropping the two off, Xing Baohua instructed Wang Weibao to keep an eye on the foreigner and prevent him from contacting Zou Wenjuan, who was a stranger.
Wang Weibao nodded. He was to be a temporary bodyguard.
When I arrived at Kuangshan again, I saw that Daliya and Jiwa had already finished their makeup and were probably going to have a filming session soon, so I didn't disturb them much.
They circled the area to see if Li Wengang had arrived, but they didn't see him anywhere.
Yan Hongqi and his assistant were very busy. Xing Baohua didn't disturb them but walked to the side and watched them work.
A short while later, a battle scene was being filmed. The male lead blew a whistle, and the female ping-pong players in the cabin quickly grabbed their weapons, put on their helmets, and ran out.
They took their combat positions, two quadruple anti-aircraft guns. A woman shook them vigorously, and the gun barrels pointed towards the horizon. Aircraft could already be seen approaching in the distance.
The plane flew very low and slowly, and the buzzing sound could be heard from a great distance.
It looked like it was being loaded with shells, but it wasn't; blank shells were replaced later.
The cannon needs to make a sound and produce smoke so that people know it has been fired.
As for the smoke below the plane, it was fireworks prepared by the props team. The height of these things is predetermined.
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