In an office upstairs of Best Buy chain, the valuable Toshiba handheld computer has been dismantled into scattered parts.

Eric looked at the Toshiba's small hard drive as big as a credit card in his hand and asked Riet Jackman in confusion: "1.8 inches, it shouldn't be that big. I think this hard drive is at least about 4 inches."

Eric's identity was pointed out, and Rett Jackman was a little more respectful and patiently explained: "Mr. Williams, the size of the hard disk does not refer to the external packaging, but to the diameter of the internal disk disk."

Reit Jackman said, taking the small hard drive in Eric's hand, skillfully opened the back cover with the disassembly tool, and showing Eric the silver disk disks that were slightly larger than coins inside the hard drive, saying: "These aluminum alloy disks are attached to countless magnetic particles that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. The arrangement of 0 and 1 is represented by the operation of the magnetic head to record the data."

Linda Ivan Golinsta has been a very quiet audience, listening to Ritter Jackman's concise description and said in surprise: "It's amazing. I just heard you talk about that card. This is more than ten times the capacity of it. Wouldn't it mean that it can store more than a thousand photos?"

Reit Jackman was very helpful to Linda's big beauty, and smiled and said, "According to the current mainstream digital cameras, it can store about 1,600 photos."

Linda asked, "Then why do digital cameras use a very small storage card and not a hard drive?"

Reit Jackman said: "This involves too many factors, such as technology, cost and market positioning, and even company strategic considerations. For example, if I were Kodak's eO, I would limit the appearance of digital cameras that use hard disk storage technology as much as possible. Although Kodak produces photography equipment, more than 70% of their turnover comes from film business. The emergence of large-capacity digital cameras is a disaster for this company."

Eric took back the small hard drive again and was continuing to think about mp3. When he heard Ritter Jackman's words, he remembered the news that Kodak, who had been in a prosperous life, nodded in appreciation. He was surprised that the other party had such a vision.

In fact, Eric's current identity is already more inclined to the guardian of the old order. According to his position as a major shareholder of Firefly Media Group, it is in his own interests to prevent the emergence of new media and new technologies. But Eric knows more clearly that if he does this, he will eventually be eliminated by the market.

The ending of Sony in his previous life is the best example. In the early mp3 era, Sony's technical accumulation and music copyright resources far exceeded that of Apple, but it was defeated in the mp3 market. The fundamental reason is that Sony has been hesitant for a long time in the decision to completely give up alkman and devote himself to the mp3 field. It even attempted to use Sony's strong position in the record industry to prevent the development of mp3 and the Internet music sales model. The result of this counter-trend is that the former overlord of the music player industry was completely squeezed out of the market in just a few years.

Eric knew that if he took out his mp3 player plan, he would definitely be boycotted by several major record companies in the future, and even the record department within the Firefly Group would be criticized. However, if he did not do so, it would mean that this market would be handed over to outsiders and would be more passive at that time.

After shopping at Best Buy for two hours, Eric took two large boxes with a total of old antiques from a future perspective, but at this time he used the most advanced technology electronic products.

Without going back to Cindy's apartment, Eric took Linda to his residence on Sixth Avenue.

After a simple lunch, Eric began to sort out the morning shopping results.

Linda took a long walk in this luxurious duplex apartment overlooking the entire Central Park. She smacked her lips downstairs with her lips jealously. She saw Eric fiddling with a brick-like ibm mobile phone in the living room filled with electronic products. She occasionally pounded on the laptop she opened for a few times, and came over and asked curiously: "Eric, is there anyone using such a large mobile phone now?"

Eric held an ibm-private mobile phone. At first, Eric was a little surprised to see this machine. Although this machine is far larger than the mainstream mobile phone that has been reduced to the size of a palm, it completely uses touch screen operations. In addition to making calls, it also provides functions such as notepad, memo, perpetual calendar, etc. It is basically a smartphone, and it is likely to be the world's first smartphone.

Now it's 1995. This proves again that technology has never been a problem, but strategy is the problem. If ibm could continue to invest in research and development according to this idea in his previous life, it would probably be that Apple would not have had too many things.

Shaking the ibm in his hand, Eric asked Linda: "If this phone is reduced to the size of our palm, would you like to use it?"

Linda took it over and fiddled with it for a while, shook her head and said, "I'm not interested. As for a cell phone, I can just call it. These notepads and memos are useless at all. Who would spend a thousand dollars on things that can be done with a laptop worth tens of cents?"

Eric smiled and nodded. From Ritter Jackman in the morning, Eric learned that this bulky ibm phone, Apple's Newton tablet, Sony's electronic notepad, and Toshiba's handheld computer were all very poorly sold, and the fundamental reason was similar to what Linda said. These seemingly high-end electronic products have very simple functions and do not have much market prospects.

"Then let's make another assumption," Eric picked up the Newton tablet next to him and said, "If you can use this tablet as an e-reader that can hold hundreds of books, would you buy it?"

"I don't like reading," Linda shook her head and said, "But as long as the price is not that expensive, people who like reading should be willing to buy it."

"Okay, the sales failed," Eric smiled, put down Newton's tablet, picked up Toshiba's small hard drive and said, "According to the mp3 audio format developed by Yahoo, this hard drive can hold more than 50 songs. The technology has developed for a few more years. It is not a problem to install one or two hundred songs. So, if there is such a cigarette box-sized music player that allows you to put hundreds of songs in your pocket at once and listen to them anytime, will you buy it?"

"Of course I do," Linda nodded, pointing to the scattered electronic products in the room. She said, "Eric, are you planning to develop the music player you mentioned for buying these things?"

"yes."

Eric nodded. He bought these expensive and practical electronic products, mainly to understand the current technological development level of major components in the electronic fields such as LCD displays, flash memory, hard disks, lithium-ion batteries, etc., and through intuitive feelings, he confirmed whether some of his thoughts are feasible.

Although the development of flash memory capacity has not yet reached the level of practical mp3 manufacturing, and micro hard disk technology as the main storage carrier of mp3 in the past life has not appeared, relying on the small hard disk and lithium-ion battery technology that have appeared, it is not a problem to develop a cigarette box-sized mp3. Although it is not as large as chewing gum in the past life, it is definitely more avant-garde than Sony's alkman. Moreover, Eric's main purpose is to grasp the complete mp3 player patent technology in his hands. In this way, the Western society with strict patent protection will at least not appear in the past life when many manufacturers have rush to produce mp3 players due to vague patent ownership and chaos in the past life.

It took an afternoon to split most of the electronic products I bought into a bunch of expensive parts, and Eric also compiled a detailed memo for developing e-book readers, mp3 players and even smartphones.

Leaving from his working state, it was already dusk outside the window. Eric originally planned to send this memorandum to several Yahoo executives and Nokia's Yoma Olila, but considering that Chris told him a few days ago about Microsoft's attempt to poach people from Yahoo, he thought about it and decided to give up for the time being, and planned to wait until everything was settled in July, and he could also take the opportunity to make some preliminary preparations.

Eric found out the two cartons used to hold some electronic equipment in the morning, picked out some equipment and parts related to the memorandum content and put them in one box, and threw all the other messy things into another box. Eric clapped his hands and remembered that Linda should be still here.

The sound of TV came from the living room next to the living room. Eric walked in. The MTV TV station was playing a fashion show on the TV, but Linda was curled up in the sofa and hugged her pillow and fell asleep. Her delicate body looked like a lazy cat at this time. Her body was slightly up and down with her breathing. Her blonde hair covered her cheeks and her red lips slightly opened, which made her less heroic and more charming.

After silently looking at the perfect baby brought to the world by the Creator, Eric couldn't bear to wake her up. Linda sat down gently in a corner of the sofa at her feet, smelled the faint fragrance of women in the room, leaned on the back of the sofa chair and quietly watched the TV.

After sleeping lazily for an afternoon, Linda woke up as Eric walked into the living room.

Curious about what Eric would react when she saw her sleeping. Linda did not open her eyes immediately. She waited patiently for a while, but felt Eric sitting down at her feet and quietly watching TV. She was very satisfied with Eric's lack of beastly nature and holding her down a hundred times, but she felt that the reaction of a man was too abnormal.

So she continued to sleep, but her eyes were secretly opened. The light in the living room became dim and dimmed. She could only see his angular side face with the light of the TV. The makeup she put on in the morning had been washed off and showed her true face. She thought that this man's side face was quite attractive.

After a while, the program on the TV suddenly changed, and the host Bala played a song MV.

*Shot-paked-my-bags-last-night-pre-light

*zero-

*and-im-gonna-be-high-as-a-kite-by-then

*i-fanss-the-earth-so-muh,i-fanss-my-ie

*its-lonely-out-in-spae

*on-suh-a-timeless-light

*and-i-think-its-gonna-be-a-long-long-time

*...

*...

But it is the famous British singer Elton John's "roket-man". She likes this song very much. Elton John's voice is sad, three-point depressed, three-point helpless, and the last point of hysteria.

The lyrics tell the story of a Rocket man who has been floating in space for a long time missing his hometown and his wife, but she thinks it is a fable, a fable about the prodigal son who wants to be safe but cannot. This kind of story usually happens in movies. Those bodyguards, agents and soldiers who are about to retire are always sent to perform the last mission and then die for granted. Of course, these people must be supporting characters, and the protagonist has to continue to traverse the flowers and play the world, and film a movie series that is pulled and pulled until the end of the 16th.

Before falling asleep, mtv TV was playing a trailer. What is the name of the 16th 007? Oh, "Golden Eye", it seems to be released in July.

My thoughts fell apart a little, and my eyes looked at the man sitting on the other side. She didn't understand that the heights were so cold, and she didn't know that no one could hear the string. She just instinctively felt that maybe he was also a rocket man.

I felt that my body was stiff and I was still a little hungry. I didn't want to pretend to go to bed anymore. I opened my eyes and subconsciously stretched my body. My small jade feet just pressed against his legs.

"You're awake," Eric turned his head, smiled and held her slender ankles on his legs to make it easier for her to stretch.

She threw away the pillow in her arms, and nodded, feeling that Eric's ankle was slightly itchy, her face turned slightly red, and she rubbed it in embarrassment, and said in a silly tone: "I dreamed that you gave me this house, and then I woke up with a smile."

"Ha, just wake up, otherwise I will definitely cry in your dream."

Although she was very envious, she did not fantasize that Eric could give her this mansion worth tens of millions. If it really happened, she would not dare to accept it rashly. Although she was not too smart, she knew that everything in the world had a price. She really dreamed of this situation in the afternoon. The last dark environment created by the twilight made her speak out without any scheming.

Eric's words disappointed her a little. He kicked her feet and said, "In this case, even if the playboy doesn't want to give the girl something, he should usually be perfunctory. You are so lazy."

Eric pretended to be helpless and said, "Okay, let me prepare some lines."

Linda stared at Eric with her bright eyes against the backdrop of the TV fluorescent light, looking like she was unruly and unruly.

After a moment, Eric slapped his forehead and said suddenly: "Oh, I remember, this house is not mine."

"Ha, I'm really uncreative, and I'm also a Hollywood gold medal screenwriter!"

"You make do with it," Eric laughed and asked again, "Are you hungry? Let's go out for dinner."

"Okay," Linda nodded. She was much more familiar with Manhattan than Eric. She was about to give her advice when she heard the ringtone of her cell phone ringing in the living room outside.

"I'll take a call, wait a moment," Eric said, getting up and walking out.

Her eyes followed him leaving the living room, too lazy to get up, twisted her body, and leaned out her head with her little hand on the sofa armrest, and saw the man picking up his phone and sitting down on the living room sofa. He vaguely heard him talking to others about "Jurassic Park 2", as if it was the premiere arrangement.

After chatting across the street for nearly ten minutes, Eric hung up the phone. Just as she was about to retract herself and get up, she heard the phone in Eric's hand ringing again.

"Hey...oh, Cindy, it's you," Eric agreed, feeling her head protruding and waved toward this side.

She smiled, roughly able to guess Cindy's intention to call, and retracted her head and didn't bother to listen anymore. Suddenly she remembered the tone of his previous conversation about work with someone, serious, serious, meticulous.

What about yourself.

She has a good background and has no pressure on life. She is too lazy to study when she becomes an adult, so she becomes a model with the good qualifications given by God.

Begins at the age of sixteen.

Fourteen years.

Step by step to the present.

Life seems to be very simple too.

Work.

Have fun.

Don't get up without ten thousand dollars a day.

Getting married too early.

Meet someone wrong.

If you don't want to get along, you'll get divorced.

If you can't stand your boyfriend, you will break up.

Do as you wish.

Endless.

Suddenly I realized that he was the Rocket man.

No wonder I liked that song by Elton John.

After listening to the sounds outside, he still chatted with Cindy in a gentle tone, looking patient.

Perhaps, although he is also floating in space, he controls everything, just like a pilot of a space shuttle.

No, he didn't control everything, at least, he didn't know what her ambitious pseudo-best friend was thinking.

She suddenly felt that she should have the responsibility to do something, and her head buzzed for a while, jumped up from the sofa, and walked towards the living room.
To be continued...