At 11 o'clock in the evening, at the entrance of the Kunlun Hotel in Jingshi, Li Siwen and Xu Weiwei were sitting in a temporary rental van.
Xu Weiwei stared at the hotel door, while Li Siwen kept flipping through the newspaper with a flashlight.
"Boss, have you not finished checking yet? It's been a day." Xu Weiwei was a little impatient: "I don't know what you're looking for."
"I mainly see whether Microsoft has made corresponding reports before the Pentium processor came out, that is, whether it has leaked information to the outside world." Li Siwen explained simply.
"Is this important?" Xu Weiwei asked in confusion.
"Of course." Li Siwen paused slightly and asked back: "Do you know why ast computers are behind the scenes in the market?"
"Why?" Xu Weiwei said.
"Because of the emergence of the Pentium processor, the 486 processor was directly crushed in terms of performance. Ast computers have accumulated a large number of 486 due to misjudgment of the market, and the backlog of goods has completely lost the competitiveness of Ast. Even if
486 can still be used, but its impact on market position is indeed extremely far-reaching. Otherwise, how could Liansheng get up so easily?” Li Siwen said softly.
"So what?" Xu Weiwei asked again.
"So I'm curious about when the next generation of Pentium processors will be released," Li Siwen said.
"Is that related to checking these newspapers?" Xu Weiwei didn't understand even more.
"I wonder if Microsoft has disclosed the news to the outside world before the first generation of Pentium processors came out, or some rumor, which is a regular operation for technology companies."
"It shouldn't be disclosed, right? Otherwise, how could Ast company stock up in large quantities?"
Li Siwen was obviously stunned when he heard this. After a while, he laughed and said, "Xu Weiwei, what you said really reminded me. If Microsoft disclosed the news in advance, Ast really can't stock up on goods, it's smart."
Xu Weiwei was a little uncomfortable because she was praised. Isn’t this a routine operation? She didn’t know that Li Siwen was just temporarily affected by the memory in her mind.
Because this era is different from thirty years later, after thirty years of technological development, technology giants such as Microsoft, amd, and Nvidia have changed their core products very quickly, for fear of falling behind others, and they will always disclose the relevant products in advance.
The same is true for product information, including some mobile phone industries, which is a leading strategy.
But in the 1990s, the technology did not change quickly. For example, the 486 processor was launched in 1989, and the fifth generation of Pentium processors was waiting in 1993, with a spacing of nearly three years.
Therefore, Li Siwen had the illusion that once core products in this era were changed, they would be exposed in advance.
But obviously, Microsoft will not do this. After all, if you let the news out in advance, it will inevitably affect the sale of old products, and inventory will always be the biggest problem for the company.
Thinking of this, Li Siwen also understood.
"Boss, I still don't understand what you mean." Xu Weiwei still couldn't understand Li Siwen's thoughts, and her curiosity drove her to ask again.
"You will know in a while." Li Siwen said, suddenly turned off the flashlight and said, "They are out."
At the entrance of the hotel, Liu Zhonglie walked out of the hotel with a blush on his face. The two of them were talking and laughing.
"Mr. Liu, this Mr. Mike is really a smart master. After a meal, he didn't even talk about any business problems."
Yang Qingfeng shrugged his shoulders.
"What's the hurry? He's going to stay here for a week. I'll take him to the factory tomorrow, and then take him to the Hong Girl and find a few younger sisters to accompany him. I can't handle it if I don't believe it."
Liu Zhonglie.
The two of them walked while talking and soon got into the car, which was the only thing Li Siwen could hear clearly.
"It seems that their business has not been negotiated yet." Li Siwen smiled: "You sit in the car, and I will take a few photos of me when I walk to the hotel door."
"Okay." Xu Weiwei took out the camera prepared in advance and rolled the window down.
A few minutes later, Li Siwen walked to the hotel door, first looked left, then right, and then got into the hotel. This scene made Xu Weiwei laugh.
The waiter in the hotel lobby naturally did not want to disclose the guest information, but when Li Siwen's banknotes were stuffed into his hands, who could refuse? The waiter then called the guest room.
"Sir, sorry, the other party did not see the guest." The waiter said apologically.
"Tell me the phone, I'll tell him." Li Siwen took the phone and said directly in English: "Mr. Mike, if you want to reach an order from Liansheng, it's best to talk to me, otherwise you will definitely not be able to reach an agreement.
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Li Siwen held the microphone tightly in his right hand, and felt a little nervous, because he didn't know whether his words could arouse Mike's interest. After all, he was still unable to see Mike's real purpose.
According to his understanding, the Pentium processor is a product of cross-age. With the advent of Pentium, it also shows that the track of science will be unfolded, and the speed of computer chips will be changed and replaced quickly, that is,
The first generation of Pentium was in 1993, so the second generation is likely to be in this year.
So Microsoft sent representatives to China for the first time, seemingly negotiating orders, but it may also be to deal with the backlog of chips. This is why Li Siwen checked the news for a day, and he just wanted to know Mike's real purpose.
And after more than ten seconds, he basically had an answer, and Mike replied: "I'll wait for you upstairs."
Li Siwen smiled and handed the phone to the waiter, then took the elevator with a swagger. After he arrived at the presidential suite, he saw Mike wearing pajamas and curly hair.
"Who are you?" Mike looked at Li Siwen vigilantly.
"To be precise, I am here to promote the cooperation between Microsoft and Liansheng." Li Siwen paused slightly: "Of course, on the other hand, I am also Liu Zhonglie's enemy."
"I don't understand very much." Mike shook his head: "Since you are Liu Zhonglie's enemy, why do you want to promote our cooperation with Liansheng?"
"Because I know that Microsoft sent representatives to China for the first time not to pay attention to this place, but to clean up the CPU inventory in its hands." Li Siwen said, his eyes as if they emitted a shiny light.
"Haha!" Mike smiled and continued in fluent English: "Sir, you don't seem to know much about Microsoft. Our CPUs are in short supply. How can there be inventory problems? How many companies in the world want to find Microsoft to buy CPUs are you.
Do you know? Do you know how many companies there are in the world that want to cooperate with Microsoft for a long time?