On the same day, five o'clock in the afternoon----

At the end of the opening ceremony of Wanxin International, the originally lively Peninsula Hotel in Hong Kong became deserted.

At this time, in Song Zhichao's private conference room, Miss Fu Qingqing was wearing a sexy black short skirt and black lace stockings wrapped around her slender thighs, sitting on the red leather sofa in the conference room--- her expression was very depressed, playing with a ballpoint pen in her hand, and the silver-gray ballpoint pen was aimed at Song Zhichao from time to time, like a spear, emitting a cold light against the backdrop of the light.

To be precise, she wants to stab!

She really wanted to assassinate Song Zhichao, the beautiful boy who was sitting in front of her at the moment and presiding over the meeting.

As for the reason why he wanted to fight Song Zhichao, in addition to the two of them, there were Luo Bachen, the head of Wanxin International, Mao Youwang, the head of Wanda Technology, and Li Bingqiang, the head of Cha's Group.

These men all looked at Miss Fu curiously, and they didn't understand why they were dressed so sexy to attend such a meeting?

Men, they're all animals like that, so everyone's eyes glance at Miss Fu from time to time.

During this period, Robertson accidentally dropped the pen three times and bent down to pick it up.

Li Bingqiang dropped his handkerchief once and bent down to pick it up.

Mao Youwang didn't drop anything--- he went to the bathroom three times because he had a nosebleed.

Song Zhichao didn't see this, he looked at his watch, he was waiting for someone.

Everyone else secretly wondered, not understanding who Song Zhichao's status was waiting for.

Soon, the conference room opened, and a man walked in, saying, "Sorry, I'm late again." ”

Everyone saw it clearly, and immediately, everyone sat up straight.

Even Miss Fu, who was very dissatisfied with the scene, saw someone coming, and she also sat up straight and controlled her expression.

Because the person who walked in was the Hong Kong Governor Wilsson.

Lord Wei's previous speech can be said to have detonated the audience---

Even many tricky people couldn't help but say at the time: Hi Yo, I feel like I have reached a climax.

But at this moment, Lord Wei did not leave directly after the ceremony, but came to this conference room, which couldn't help but make everyone present think about it.

"You don't have to guess, I invited the Governor of Hong Kong to come!" Song Zhichao smiled and invited the Governor of Hong Kong, Wei Yixin, to sit down, and then said to everyone: "Because this meeting is very important, I think it is necessary to invite Lord Wei to come over and listen." ”

"Lord Wei?" Wei Yixin was slightly stunned, although he was British, he had been in Hong Kong for a long time, and of course he knew "The Legend of Deer and Ding", and immediately smiled: "Okay, I like this name." ”

When Song Zhichao saw Wei Yixin sitting down, he nodded directly at Mao Youwang of Wanda Technology and said, "Let's start!"

Everyone else sat up straight to see what was going on here.

Mao Youwang got up, carried his treasure box that he had not left since he came to Hong Kong, left his seat, and went straight to the place where the TV was placed in the conference room.

Private meeting rooms like these are usually equipped with the most fashionable color televisions of the era, keeping up with the times and keeping up with international news.

At this moment, Mao Youwang feels like 007 who is going to do something big, squatting down, facing the TV, opening his box, and then ---

Then everyone saw him take out a strange thing, and then he connected the mysterious thing to the television with a few cables.

It's on, and the machine lights up after it's powered on.

Everyone was curiously attracted and didn't understand what Mao Youwang was going to do next.

In fact, at this time, only Fu Qingqing and Li Bingqiang knew some information about this machine--- could it be said that this is the "VCD" in Song Zhichao's mouth?

Turn off the lights!

Close the curtains.

Suddenly, the entire conference room went dark.

Mao Youwang waited until the VCD was connected to the TV, then he took out the VCD disc that had been prepared for a long time, opened the disc port, squeaked, and read the disk---

I'm looking forward to it!

Such an environment, such an atmosphere, a group of people get together--- Song Zhichao's mood is very nervous at this moment, as if he rented a wool film for the first time when he was in junior high school.

Mao Youwang is also looking forward to it, although he has tested this machine many times, and this time he brought it to Hong Kong, he is even more careful and careful, but he is still worried about it, for fear of any accidents.

Hong Kong Governor Wei Yixin, Lai Bingqiang, Fu Qingqing, and Robertson and others stared at the VCD curiously, as if watching a magician turn a magic trick--- as for whether this magic is worthy of their applause, it depends on the result.

The TV flashed, then the screen lit up, and then ---

"I don't want people to be trampled under my feet for the rest of my life! Do you think I'm a stinky person who wants to eat? I've been unlucky for three years, just waiting for an opportunity! I want to fight for a breath, not to prove that I'm better than others, I just want to tell people that I must get back what I lost!"

On the screen, Brother Xiaoma, played by Fa Ge, said loudly to Dillon.

Everyone has watched this play, and they also know the name --- "The True Colors of Heroes".

It's just that at this time, everyone's mouths were wide open, their eyes widened, as if they had seen a hat trick, looking at the TV, and the VCD connected to the TV.

It's not a VCR, but it's a video footage!

Look at the picture quality, this sound quality, it is even better than the videotape!

My God, what is this?

Even the well-informed Governor William was stunned by the miraculous thing in front of him

As for Robertson and the others, damn me, what is this?

"It's called VCD!" Mr. Song said.

Song Zhichao walked over, like a speaker, walked to the front of the VCD, used his rich language, organized wonderful vocabulary, and gave a very detailed explanation of the VCD.

I have to admit that although Song Zhichao is the boss, he has a lot of potential to do sales, especially his mouth, no less than Guo Degang and others in his previous life.

In the end, Song Zhichao concluded: "In the future, the world of entertainment will belong to the world of VCD! The VCR will definitely be replaced, and the VCD will surely shine! Believe me, yes!

There was silence.

There was no applause, no cheers.

Everyone looked at Song Zhichao and looked very reserved.

Song Zhichao felt that this situation was not right, at least it was different from the scenario he thought, so he glanced at everyone and asked, "Who still has questions?"

Robertson and others, you look at me, I look at you.

Everyone is still very reserved, and no one speaks.

After all, when it comes to a new thing, they feel that they are not qualified to express their opinions--- and they are not engaged in scientific research.

At this time, someone raised his hand: "I have a doubt. ”

Song Zhichao looked at who else was besides Fu Qingqing.

"What questions do you have?"

"Come here, I'll tell you. ”

Song Zhichao walked over.

Seeing Song Zhichao approaching, Fu Qingqing reclined on the sofa in a very seductive posture, and said in a contemptuous tone: "I'm curious...... What do you call VCD, and how do you replace VCRs? Based on what you just said? Do you know that now that VCRs and videotapes dominate the market, with a strong customer base, and firmly follow the iron bucket, how do you replace it?

Song Zhichao smiled at Fu Qingqing: "Good question--- this is the purpose of I asked you to come to the meeting!"

Turning around, he said loudly, "Look at the big screen!"

The big screen?

Where?

Everyone paused for a moment, turned their attention to the color TV again, and then saw a strange picture on the TV--- a man in a hat "whooshing" on the TV, walking in space, then shrugging his hips and dancing and singing wildly;

Everyone present knew this shruggy man, he was --- Mike Jackson!

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