Chapter 40 How do you know if you have a chance if you don't try?
Chapter 40 How do you know if you have a chance if you don't try?
There is no need to say much about QQ chat software.
Penguin Holdings has now been listed on the Hong Kong Stock Exchange, with a market value of nearly HK$70 billion on the first day. It is a "leader" in the Internet industry in the Hong Kong Stock Exchange, and the number of users in the first half of the year successfully exceeded 3 million.
MSN is a chat software owned by Microsoft and was launched in July 1999.
As the Internet became popular in Hong Kong earlier than in the mainland, QQ chat software had not yet become popular at that time. As a result, in 2004, the instant messaging market in Hong Kong was almost completely occupied by MSN and another ICQ, and only a small number of young people used QQ.
Fan Wumian has been a bit busy lately and couldn't find anyone he wanted to chat with online, so he hasn't paid attention to these aspects.
In his impression, he only remembers the current QQ, which seemed to have only chat functions and QQ games. Personal space, QQ music, etc. had not yet come out. As for stealing vegetables from farms, that was even longer ago.
It was after school at around three o'clock in the afternoon.
Fan Wumian neither participated in club activities nor hung out with those bad friends. He hurriedly asked Mantis to ride a motorcycle to take him home.
In the room, he used his laptop to surf the Internet and searched for the information he wanted. At the same time, he did not forget to send the manuscript of "Emperor of the Wilderness" to the dean of discipline, Li Jiagui.
Followed by.
Fan Wumian changed his clothes, took his guitar and other equipment and went out again. He went downstairs, hailed a taxi on the roadside, and rushed to the vicinity of Gangcheng University.
A little after 4 p.m.
The Western Harbour Tunnel leading to Hong Kong Island is not congested.
The old man driving the car was a chatterbox, cursing and saying:
"I'm so mad at him! I just met two psychos. The girl is only in her thirties and seems to have some problems with her brain. She was kissing an old man who is about my age in the back seat. Her shirt was half unbuttoned. I almost had a heart attack. I stepped on the accelerator and sent them to the Peninsula Hotel."
A girl in her thirties.
Fan Wumian remained silent, thinking that the taxi driver's anger was fake and his envy was probably real.
There was no need for him to continue, the old man sighed and said:
"Don't be fooled by my current status. In the past, who in Stanley didn't know me as the Fried Dough Stick King? More than 10 years ago, I bought three houses near Taikoo Shing and started collecting rent!"
"Unfortunately, a few years ago, everyone was saying that house prices would continue to fall, so I sold all my houses in one go. Later, I moved to Macau and lived a carefree life for more than half a year. I played in all kinds of places and saw all kinds of big horses. In the end, I could only rent a car to make a living."
"Alas, you young people are the happiest. Unlike me, I have to go for dialysis every week and can't even drink iced lemon tea."
After listening to this, Fan Wumian naturally thought of Silly Old Fan.
Although his cheap dad was unreliable, he at least had some sense of crisis and knew to save enough pension in advance.
He usually only spent his salary and never bought anything for the family's house. He also never let his son go hungry. The only difference was that the clothes he wore were cheaper and the quality of the food was a little worse, but he didn't go hungry all day.
From this perspective, he can actually barely meet the minimum standard of being a "good father".
Driving a taxi all day is boring.
You can kill time by chatting with passengers to relieve boredom.
Fan Wumian occasionally chatted a few words and soon arrived in front of an office building near the University of Hong Kong. He paid the fare, got out of the car, and walked into the building with his guitar.
The security guard at the door did not stop him. He was chatting with his colleagues while eating cart noodles and just glanced at him casually.
From the sign at the elevator entrance.
Fan Wumian found the sign that read "Penguin Holdings (Hongcheng) Co., Ltd.", entered the elevator and pressed the button for the 11th floor.
He didn't come here to invest in business this time.
Even if you want to take advantage of the situation and win, you don't have the money to invest in stocks for the time being.
The main reason why Fan Wumian came all the way here was to discuss cooperation with Penguin Group and find a way to help them open the door to the Hong Kong city market and allow QQ to develop here as well.
There is a song that netizens once jokingly called a tailor-made advertising song for Penguin Group. Today he plans to try his luck and try to sell this song to Penguin Group.
Waiting for the elevator door to open. It was not until he saw the two young girls sitting at the front desk that Fan Wumian backed off, thinking that he had been a little impulsive.
You have no fame, no connections, and you just show up at someone's door rashly. How can you expect them to pay you money willingly?
Take a deep breath.
He said to himself:
"It's nothing more than losing the fare. How do you know if there's a chance if you don't try? Let's go!"
soon.
Fan Wumian walked to the front desk with his guitar on his back, smiled and asked:
"Hello, where is your marketing manager? I'm a loyal QQ user and a new singer. I wrote a commercial song for your company and I'd like to find a manager to discuss cooperation."
A loyal user indeed.
After graduating from university in my previous life, even if I didn’t use QQ, I would keep it on my phone all year round, and my level had reached one crown and two suns.
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The two girls at the front desk stood up.
You look at me, I look at you, both with confused expressions on our faces.
After working for a few months, they met reporters who came to interview them, and also saw super-rich people who often appeared in financial newspapers and came to discuss cooperation.
As for the singer who came to promote his songs, it was the first time I saw him.
If it had been any other sloppy wandering singer, the two girls at the front desk might have simply declined the offer, but fortunately, Fan Wumian was handsome enough and his smile was quite lethal.
Just by looking at his face, the two girls have already accepted one thing from the bottom of their hearts - "he must be able to sing very well."
The front desk is only responsible for notification, and whether or not to meet is the concern of the senior executives.
then.
Considering that Fan Wumian is a handsome guy, one of the girls with an oval face said with a smile:
"Please wait a moment. I'll call and ask for you. A senior executive from the mainland headquarters is coming to inspect today. He may not have time to see you."
Another girl with an oval face and short hair changed the subject and asked:
"Handsome boy, how old are you? Do you have a girlfriend? I've only heard of companies inviting singers to help write songs, but I've never heard of anyone coming to sell songs."
Fan Wumian smiled and silently took out the photo taken on Saturday, in which Eason Chan and Lam Tsz-cheung stood on his left and right respectively.
He saw this photo on the Internet yesterday, so he asked a printing shop to make it into a physical photo. He originally wanted to keep it as a souvenir and take it with him when he went out.
Although it seems like the fox is taking advantage of the power of another, the effect is obvious.
The two girls at the front desk looked at Fan Wumian with more respect. The girl with the oval face pushed her colleague and said with a smile:
"Don't be so horny yet, let me finish the call and then we can talk. By the way, we are both single now."
Men like beautiful women and women like handsome men. Sometimes it's just the reality.
After the receptionist finished the call and got a positive answer, she took Fan Wumian to a meeting room. Then he replied:
"Definitely not young. I'm 18 years old this year and I'm still studying at Trinity College."
In the blur, I could hear the sound of a heart breaking, twice.
The short-haired girl sighed, raised her arm and touched her face, her tone full of emotion:
"Sister, you are already 28. If my dad is Li Jiacheng, you don't have to work so hard at singing. I will take care of you all day long."
Her colleague was right.
Fan Wumian also clearly sensed the strong sense of spring.
Unfortunately, they are not his type. If he really wants to be his gigolo, he might as well hug the big white legs of the left school beauty.
(End of this chapter)