"My vision is! Platform business, that is, to ensure that the Windows system is the best choice for Internet users, this is our moat. Applications and content departments need to figure out how to make money through your services."

Microsoft's meeting continues, Gates said: "We still have considerable advantages in the future. This is based on the huge user base of Windows and Office. Internet-style adjustments are also opportunities. I plan to integrate next year's ie2.0 with the operating system and provide it to users for free..."

"Uh, if this happens, will there be legal risks of suspected bundling sales?" Someone hesitated to raise his hand to express his opinions, "There is currently a high call for antitrust in various industries."

“We will prepare a total of $2 billion in capital expenditure for the league that beats our competitors.”

Gates ignored the man, "After Netscape rejecting our kindness in June, we should take decisive action. The loss of the six months is my responsibility, but from now on, I want you to drive at full speed, and I will not allow failure! The user experience of ie2.0 must be greatly improved, and we will grab as much market share as possible from Netscape browser!"

"Next year's window nt4.0 must provide the same user experience as Sun's soris!"

“Our alliance with Inter will encourage Dec, HP and others to continue to challenge Sun’s minicomputer and workstation market.”

"Our iis (Internet Server Component) will be benchmarked against Netscape's enterprise server software."

"We use the vbscript language to benchmark their javascript!"

The dull meeting was always on the go. At the concert, Song Ya looked up and looked at the stunt actress who had been hanging above the stage. She knew that it was the turn to perform the song ear, almost halfway through the entire concert.

He was a little tired, and his face began to sweat. He skillfully took advantage of the chaos of the previous song and dance group leaving the stage and the seven female dancers taking stools to the intoxicated audience while waving to the side of the stage, and reached out to call a secret code.

Taraji handed over with the water. He bit the straw and sucked a few sips. He couldn't drink too much even if he was thirsty, otherwise it would affect the dance status afterwards.

He frowned and looked at the young white man in the dance group.

The new perpetrator might have been too nervous and didn't notice it at all. He ran over to the dance group that was chasing the show without looking back.

"Yeah." He returned the cup to Taraji, changed into a towel and wiped his sweat a little.

The music sounded, and the female dancers' superb figure made the male audience cry and howl and whistle in various ways. Hehe, they are much more conservative today than in the MV. When the Ear's MV is released with the new music video, why don't you buy it home and collect it?

Song Ya thought happily, raised the microphone and started singing, "you make it look like it's magic..." Huh? Why does it seem like something went wrong with the ear, and I can't hear the sound.

The stage is very big and the sound is very loud. It is difficult for the singer to hear the rhythm clearly on the stage, or the rhythm he hears is slower than the actual situation. This is not possible. He touched his back waist, as if the joint of the ear and wireless transmitter was knocked off by the collision just now. There is no hurry. Now, he must not be anxious. He sings while tidying up.

"fxxk!" While singing, it was almost a minute before it got better. Song Ya observed that the front row audience seemed to be not enthusiastic enough, and her facial expressions were also a bit subtle. Did you sing wrong? Or was the beat slow? Isn't you hear the director's reminder when you hear me!

The sweat on his forehead was even more happy, and he found an opportunity to look back at the band. The violinist was trying hard to wink himself, and it was really slow...

The song ear has a lot of its own harmony accompaniment. Once there is a problem, it is easy to make yourself and your voice compete with each other, and the live effect will be very ugly.

He finally got the plug that he had returned and went to explore the interface on the wireless transmitter.

This time, even the female dancer was winking.

Damn it! He quickly turned around, the stunt actress had slowly hanged off her head. At this time, there was ambiguous movement that should have been shaken and caressed, but both hands were not empty. He simply walked behind the actress and planned to use her body to cover her body to concentrate on getting the ear back.

OK, I forgot the word...

With a full head of bag, he hurriedly hummed and fooled the scene, and finally got his ear back in.

The director was yelling in anger, 'This is simply a car accident scene!'

"We want to compete with our opponents in every direction, no matter how good or bad the product direction we are, even if our user experience cannot be surpassed for a while, we can force them to make mistakes!"

Gates said: "We have a foundation that they can't reach. Our management team is the best in the world today! I heard that Jim Clark is now spending most of his energy on building a new yacht? Barksder and Mark Anderson go to media interviews every now and every now and enjoy spending a lot of time laughing at us! They are just a group of lucky rookies, completely! There is no experience in managing a company with a market value of 10 billion!"

"I know, I know." Song Ya walked off the stage with a gloomy face and stopped Taraji and the director and others from talking. "Now there is no time to review it. You check the equipment again. Where is the new dancer just now? He was frying him after the New York venue!"

"That guy is gone." Wuqun ran over and shouted, "What should we do if we don't have one person?"

"Hmm?" Song Ya's eyes slashed and she smelled a bad smell.

"Go to the substitute." The director pushed him onto the stage in a panic, "I don't have time to care about this for the time being."

Fortunately, the performances followed were very smooth, just a car accident. Both passers-by and fans would understand. They were not those picky music reviews. "Enke! Enke!" They shouted reluctantly, "empire state of mind!"

New Yorkers are really persistent in this song, but Mariah Carey can't sing it alone without coming, and they're going to get divorced...

"No, no, no." Song Ya smiled and picked up the microphone, "It's still the same rule, say goodbye!"

"Well……"

The meeting on Microsoft was finally over, and Ballmer stumbled his bald head and left one of his subordinates in the conference room. "How to say that, Bill's personality is always a bit ideal. I think we need to use more cruel competitive methods. You, go and say hello to network service providers such as AOL and ask them if they can change the user access page from Netscape browser to IE next year."

"Is this a little dangerous? Unfair competition..." The subordinates hesitated a little, "They will definitely take the opportunity to speak out."

"Tell them that Microsoft is willing to pay any price to defeat Netscape!" Ballmer said firmly.

"Daniel."

Sony's meeting ended relatively early, and executives gathered together to discuss holding a farewell dinner for Schulhof. Motu pulled him over and called him, "Mr. Izui wants to see you."

"He's here?" Daniel was a little surprised. He didn't see this Sony Ceo in a meeting for a day.

"Yes." Motula led the way silently.

"Mr. Glass."

Nobuyuki Irii maintained his usual politeness and bowed politely when he met, "I'm sorry to inform you that we intend to let Tommy re-appointed as the president of Columbia Records."

Daniel was stunned, "You... aren't it too...too silly for you to do this?"

"Maybe, but we have decided that we will give you a decent way to leave. If you plan to concentrate on managing your own record company, we will invest in it, just like everyone else." Nobuyuki Irii said.

"Tomy...Motula!" Daniel looked at Motula viciously, gritting his teeth and pronounced his name word by word, "You little man, do you think now is your good opportunity to return to Sony Columbia Records? Just so confident? You will be in trouble!"

"Don't get me wrong."

Motula shrugged and pretended to be innocent, "I am the same unlucky person as you, and I lost my position as the president of Sony Entertainment because of that damn money train."

"Many singers under Sony Columbia Records don't like him." Daniel looked at Nobuyuki Irii again.

"We know, but... we have decided anyway. I'm really sorry!" Izui Nobuyuki bowed again, then stretched out his hand, "Don't be upset Daniel, we won't pursue some of your behavior during your tenure, that's it, okay?"

"It's really damn, that newbie seems to have really ran away!?"

The backstage was messy, and the dance group and the staff ran around looking for people under the urging of the director. Song Ya didn't care about this matter, walked into the lounge without saying a word, took off her sweat-soaked performance suit and threw it on the ground. There were already many subordinates waiting inside, "I asked someone to go to his residence to find it." Linda reported.

"Well, but even if you find him, don't use any coercive means. Be careful to fall into a trap and harm my defendant."

Song Ya felt that this was a trap, and she didn't know who wanted to make herself look ugly openly. It was so naive! It was just a car accident. Can it ruin me or something? Well? It wasn't my wife who did it?

"aplus, you were summoned by Congress..."

Ms. Sloan walked in with an envelope, "It was the House of Representatives' hearing on the Telecommunications Act. You are summoned as the chairman of the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation in January next year, that is, next month, and then you will perform better."

"What the hell? Can I not go?"

It was such a coincidence that Song Ya took the envelope. He didn't want to attend any broken hearings now, and he was completely unfamiliar with the field.
Chapter completed!