Rebirth of the Industrial Internet

Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, it is already mid-May 2005.

California on the west coast has already entered the hot summer; the exception is the small town of San Bruno, which still has a cool breeze in the evening.

The founders of the company argued for a day, still had no clue, and finally broke up.

Normal work has also been affected, and the atmosphere of internal unity and working together has disappeared.

The workroom, which had always been brightly lit, became dim today.

Several employees who often worked overtime began to worry about their future; when it was time to get off work, they found an excuse and left early.

The three of them got into the car. Feng Tingting changed her appearance, slowly clenched her fists, and suddenly fired at Sun Buqi, asking sternly, "If the fox and the rabbit die, the running dogs will cook them; if they kill the donkeys, they will destroy the donkeys; if they cross the river, they will burn the bridges. For a little stock, do you really want to do it?"

Is that so? The harvest time has not yet come, and internal strife has begun..."

Seeing that the two of them were silent, she slammed the back seat of the seat and vented through gritted teeth: "It is said that women have long hair and short knowledge, and your grandson is no more than that... In the end, it ended up picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons.

You have to laugh at other people’s teeth!”

Both of them were creditors, and Sun did not retaliate even if he was hit or scolded, but only smiled in front of them.

Li Yunxin fastened her seat belt, gently pulled her best friend's arm, shook her head helplessly, turned around with a smile, and made a V sign to Sun Buqi, "Come on, Sun Jun, do what you want!"

She has always been groomed as the family's successor. She has heard and seen too many intrigues in business, where founders snatch equity, which is a child's play, and she doesn't have much resentment in her heart.

Sun Buqi bared his teeth at Feng Tingting who was furious and scolded, "What are you looking at? I've never seen a handsome guy!... If you look at me again, I will eat you..."

He paused for a moment and rubbed his brows, "I have left enough profit margins and enough time for the partners to retreat. Of course, if he is too greedy and has other ideas, he can't blame me... He just wants to get benefits, not

Work, such a bad example will bring bad cultural atmosphere of the company."

Feng Tingting covered her ears, pouted, and shook her head, "Don't listen, don't listen, you bastard is chanting sutras! You want to be Su Qin Zhang Yi, a toast to the official seal; you are full of bad ideas, don't poison us pure and beautiful girls."

Sun Buqi and Li Yunxin looked at each other and smiled, unable to do anything to deal with the willful Feng Tingting.

Buzz...buzz...buzz...buzz...buzz...

Several red sports cars roared past.

Feng Tingting was so angry that she gritted her teeth and whispered, "Yunxin, step on the accelerator!"

Sun Buqi rubbed his forehead and complained in a low voice, "If you have the guts, go racing on the Fifth Ring Road and let them have a taste of the iron fist that specializes in treating them!"

Li Yunxin smiled brightly and still walked calmly.

Feng Tingting glared at Sun Buqi, "You're not a coward, get out of here! I debuted at the age of seventeen and reached 250 in Guia Biao!"

Hong Kong's roads are narrow, the speed limit is low, and penalties are strict; Macau, separated by the sea, has become the first choice for drag racing for Hong Kong's young drivers.

A bunch of damn rich second generation people are not afraid of car crashes and fatalities!

Sun Buqi shrugged, not bothering to argue with the angry women, who were always very aggressive some days.

Feng Tingting couldn't convince the two of them, so she sulked alone. When she saw the police car passing by, she became gloating, "After all, the devil is always as good as the road, and the racing bastards will suffer."

San Bruno is a small city with a permanent population of less than 50,000. The police station is quite luxurious, and the police car used to chase drag cars is a BWM sports car!

The police car at the police station in Sun Buqi's hometown only has an outdated Lada, which is parked every two days.

"Damn Yankee, kill the pretender!" Looking at the luxury car going away, Sun Buqi curled his lips and couldn't help but swear.

In the 2004 GDP data just released by the World Bank, the United States leads the way with US$12.3 trillion, nearly three times that of second-place Japan, and more than six times that of sixth-place China!

Li Yunxin frowned and asked with concern, "Sun Jun, are you still worried about what happened today? The shares in Judd's hands will definitely be sold. Let's just pay a little more." He tilted his head and said seriously, "Dad every year

They gave me stocks as lucky money, and now I have tens of billions of won...I spend my own private money!"

The girl, Lan Xinhui, doesn't want to introduce a behemoth like Samsung now and disturb the fledgling locals.

Feng Tingting danced and made trouble on the sidelines, raising her voice deliberately, "I'll also pay some New Year's money! We sisters are united and will make Sun Xiaohao angry to death!"

Sun Buqi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You can get millions of dollars just by talking... When I was in high school, my monthly living expenses were less than 150 yuan, and I was a wealthy person in the class. Some classmates from rural areas earned me $150 per month.

The living expenses are less than 50 yuan!”

"Oh, it's not enough for my breakfast! Is it pig food..." Feng Tingting stuck out her tongue and covered her mouth!

Li Yunxin stopped the car slowly, blinked her big eyes, and said quietly, "I wish I had known you a few years in advance!"

Sun Buqi shrugged, indifferent, "Don't look at me with sympathy, we are also multi-millionaires...well, I admit that I am even more of a billionaire."

In the past year, by investing in Baidu's original stock, tapping NetEase's online language team to develop the YY project, and developing the electric vehicle business in Wuxi, the accumulated loans exceeded 50 million.

The oil turtle has not found a profit model and is in a money-burning mode. The monthly server rental fee exceeds 5 million.

After a quick joke, the estrangement just now was finally eliminated.

On Santa Monica Beach, there are a few white clouds floating in the weather, connecting with the blue sea into a blue sea.

Chad wore big sunglasses and only a pair of beach pants, exposing his tanned skin, lying on a beach chair and constantly flipping through the newspaper in his hand.

The girlfriend jogged all the way, holding his arm and scolding him, "I asked you to put on sunscreen for me, but I can't find anyone anywhere... If I can't find you again, I will find a random man. I believe they will be happy to help..."

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Chad twitched the corner of his mouth, put more force on his arm, and shouted angrily, "How dare you!"

The girlfriend put away her mischievousness and asked with concern, "Are there any relevant reports in the newspapers? The Los Angeles Times is a major newspaper, so it shouldn't pay much attention to the news about our sale of oil country shares. What about the World Journal?"

"World Journal" sounds like a big name, but it is actually a local gossip magazine, equivalent to the local "The Sun".

In recent times, the oil turtles have been attacking the city and become a strange flower in the Silicon Valley Internet.

Chad shook his head and raised his BlackBerry, "Traditional media don't pay much attention to this kind of news. Fortunately, there are blogs. I have contacted my colleagues at E-bay, but there are many people watching and few inquiries."

So many things happen every day, and newspapers have limited space and will not pay attention to articles without "eyeballs". The number of professional reporters and their limited energy cannot track such side news.

But for people in the technology industry and die-hard fans of the website, the major film and television companies have expressed concern over the lawsuit against the film and television companies for not complying with the copyrights of the film and television industry. The relevant information is sporadically mentioned in different blogs.

My girlfriend couldn't help but worry, "If you reveal the secret, the website will definitely be corrupted. What will happen to the shares in our hands? Will it depreciate significantly?"

Chad, "The website has technology and vitality, but I don't want to sell it now. If I sell it now, I can easily sell it for 5 million yuan, but if the company goes public or is acquired by a giant, that will be 50 million yuan..."

When his phone notified that there was a new email, he immediately clicked it and read it carefully. His face turned pale and he couldn't help but curse, "Shit! These bastards..."

The color changed and became ferocious, and the mobile phone was thrown into the sand.

My girlfriend quickly picked it up and wiped off the sand on it.

BlackBerry is not as good as Nokia, but it is still very sturdy, has a boot animation, and rings immediately.

Chad, "Yesterday they offered $5 million, but today they all backed down. One company went too far and was only willing to offer $2 million..."

Holding the phone tightly, "Two million is just to take advantage of the situation and send it away to beggars. Even if I throw it away and scrap it, I won't sell it to these villains."

I dug a small hole for the bastards, but I didn't expect that I would suffer the same consequences.

The two of them no longer had any interest in playing, and left with their hearts filled with worries.

When he turned on his phone and saw the reply, Sun Buqi smiled.

Feng Tingting, "It's like a weasel stealing chickens. I don't know which little cutie got tricked again."

Li Yunxin stopped and took the phone, "The price is so low, you are talking about cabbage price."

Sun Buqi shrugged, "The success rate of start-up companies is limited, and most of the investments are in vain. The shares that cannot be converted into cash are worse than blank sheets of paper. If the company fails and no one takes over, those shares of his are really worthless."

Not literate."

Feng Tingting grabbed the phone and said, "Sun Moumou, you are so partial...but is this really good?"

Sun Buqi said, "Don't draw any conclusions yet, maybe he will thank me for taking over. But we sneak into the village and must not show our faces."

As Chad dug a hole, he followed the trend and posted articles on his blog, adding fuel to the fire.

Now print media reporters are on the road, waiting for the news to continue to ferment so that they can take more initiative.