Nan Yi sat on his seat, ate a few mouthfuls of food, drank a sip of wine, and then flipped through the newspaper in his hand from time to time. He saw a message in the newspaper saying that Philips was about to launch the world's first laser disc.

It's what's called a CD.

Now that CDs are about to come out, most of the related technologies for VCDs and DVDs should have been developed. In a few years, when the MPEG video compression technology comes out, VCDs can be pieced together.

Nan Yi kept this matter in his mind, and when he needed to extend favors in the future, he could tell the other party about the vcd business.

You can do it yourself, or leave it to Wenchangwei or Nanchencun. VCD is destined to be a one-time business, and it doesn't make much sense to do it.

VCDs are very popular in China, but the expected sales abroad are extremely limited. Foreign video recorders have become very popular, and the video tape rental business has also become very mature. There is not much soil for the growth of VCDs.

The reason for this has a lot to do with intellectual property rights. If you want VCD players to sell well, you must first let the pirated VCD market flourish.

As for whether you want to use the patent to do exclusive business, or make some ready-made profits by collecting the patent, this is not very likely.

In his previous life, Wan Yan was the first company in the world to make VCDs. His boss, Lao Jiang, did not ignore the patent application. He just weighed it and felt that even applying for a patent was in vain. He didn't think anyone would take the initiative to pay him patent fees.

Rather than messing around, it is better to save the cost of registering a patent.

"Who are you? You were not responsible for serving the food just now."

Nan Yi raised his head and looked over to follow the sound, and found that the colonel had stopped a waiter. He took a closer look, hehe, he is an acquaintance.

"Colonel, give her a business card." After Nan Yi said to the colonel, he then said to Leng Yan: "Classmate Leng, call me when you get off work."

Leng Yan was wearing work clothes and was in class. She couldn't sit down and chat with Nan Yi. That would be a bit unruly.

After speaking, Nan Yi continued to read the newspaper with his head down.

Seeing Nan Yi's reaction, Leng Yan's heart was as cold as her last name. She mechanically took the business card handed to her by the colonel, held it in her hand and kneaded it vigorously, thinking that

I threw it away, but in the end I held it back and stuffed it into my pocket by accident.

After filling his stomach, Nan Yi ordered some more desserts and wanted to finish reading the newspaper in his hand before leaving.

The colonel walked up to Nan Yi and said, "Boss, the angle of the sun has changed. You should sit on the opposite side."

"OK."

Nan Yi nodded and sat down on the opposite side of the table obediently. After listening to others' advice and having a full meal, Nan Yi was very willing to listen to the professional opinions of professionals.

After reading the newspaper and not wasting any dessert, Nan Yi paid the bill and left the restaurant.

Within a few hours, Nan Yi was sitting in a Korean barbecue restaurant with Chen Weizong and Nan Ruobing.

While Nan Yi was helping Nan Ruobing wrap the barbecue, he looked at Chen Weizong opposite him, blowing cold air and stuffing the meat into his mouth. The moment he opened his mouth, a trace of the dark green at the corner of Chen Weizong's mouth would show.

funny.

"Dad, I came up with an idea while I was at work today."

"What's your idea? Let me hear it."

"Don't we attach great importance to Christmas here in Guangzhou? But I asked people in the company that Christmas products are not cheap. I think I can make a fortune by ordering a batch of Christmas supplies from China and selling them back.

."

"You have a good vision, and you have discovered the business opportunity, but what you said is not suitable for Tesco. The small Christmas supplies you mentioned are relatively cheap, while the large ones are more expensive.

But if you want something to sell easily, the price will naturally be lower. But Yigou is a mail-order company, and every item sold will incur postage. The postage for small items is less, while the postage for large items increases exponentially.

Think about it, including postage, what is your price advantage?"

"It doesn't have to be retail. I can order it and wholesale it to other stores."

"Hmm? Are you going to back down, or are you going to give yourself a wall?"

"Hey, we're looking for the east wall. If we don't demolish the east wall, how can I repair the west wall of Tesco?" Nan Ruoping said with an embarrassed smile.

"You're so ignorant, why don't you think about building the east wall if you can't build the west wall?"

"But...it's really difficult." Nan Ruoping pointed to her head and said, "Dad, look, I'm so worried that my hair is falling out."

"I didn't see the hair fall, but I can clearly see the two spins on your head. Regarding Tesco, you have to figure it out yourself. Even if you ruin the company, dad won't help you."

Nan Ruoping got up and suddenly covered her chest and spurted blood, "Dad, I am your daughter, blood is thicker than water."

"Don't play tricks." Nan Yi wrapped the barbecued meat in lettuce and stuffed it into Nan Ruobin's mouth, "Eat quickly, otherwise others will eat it up."

"Don't get involved with me. The worst I can do is eat your barbecue and give you a pig farm." Chen Weizong, who was so arrogant, finally became gentle and put away the afterimage.

"Give me back your eggs."

Nan Yi spat, picked up the draft beer cup and took a sip. In the summer, it was really fun to eat some barbecue and drink some draft beer.

The barbecue restaurant they were in was located in South Koreatown, which is next to Flushing, an area where South Koreans live. Although it was right next to Flushing, the scenery on both sides was completely different.

It gives the impression that South Koreatown is more organized.

This may be related to the fact that South Koreans are more united. Since they are united, many things can be discussed, and the construction of the community will naturally be more orderly, although Koreans are generally poorer.

As for the Chinese, it’s okay not to mention them.

Nan Yi glanced outside the window a few times, then looked back at Chen Weizong.

"I asked you to come here this time because I want you to go with me to see the address of the construction expo pavilion I chose, and I also want to tell you how to operate it in the future."

"If you can do these things, why did you recruit me here?"

"Nonsense, whether it is the construction of the exhibition hall or delivering wine to the White House, it will cost a lot of money. If you don't come and watch, can the villagers rest assured?"

"Don't talk nonsense about this, my dad trusts you very much."

"Your father is your father, and the others are other people. I only see the money being paid, but not the money in return. It would be strange if the villagers don't murmur."

"Then don't say that. Although Yifa Market has not started making money, everyone can see that it can make money. We absolutely support your arrangement. Even if some villagers have objections, my father can suppress them.

Nanchen Village can make money and everyone can live a better life because of my father. Everyone in the village obeys my father. If my father trusts you, there will be no problems for others."

Nan Yi nodded, "That's the best. I said before that if Nanchen Wine wants to see the money back, it will have to be many years later. It will take a lot of money to spend on this wine. Let me ask you,

How's the beer going?"

"The factory has been built a long time ago and the machines are coming soon. The first batch of beer will definitely be rolled off the production line before the end of this year."

"Then there's no rush. Since we can't make it in time for summer, we can do it next year. Take your time and try not to make any omissions. You can still make up for it later."

"Um."

"I'm getting down to business. I'm building an expo pavilion just to hold the International Wine Expo and to make Nanchen Liquor famous. I've already found a place. It's over in Yonkers, not far from New York.

After the expo, the next step is to think about sending the wine to the White House. Of course, it doesn’t have to be the White House. It can also be in the Far Country or the Eagle Country. It doesn’t matter where it is. It’s not too easy. Relatively speaking, the White House will be easier.

I won’t tell you exactly how to do it now, I will find a professional to teach you how to do it. You should be prepared to stay in Lang country for a period of time, and I will have someone help you apply for a visa."

"What shall I do? But my English is not good!"

"If it doesn't work, just learn it. You can't expect me, a great gentleman, to do it myself, right?"

"How is that possible? You are responsible for giving orders and I will do the dirty work." Chen Weizong said, patting his chest.

"Come on, you are too stupid. I am afraid that you will mess up the matter. Send a message to the village and ask the village to send a smarter person over, so that you can have a companion."

"Hey, I'm talking about Nan Yi, your words are hurtful."

Chen Weizong was anxious.

Nan Yi said with disdain: "I don't even look at your injuries, but if you don't have a bad mind..."

"Yes, yes, please stop talking. You can't get over this hurdle, right?"

"whispering sound."

Nan Yi stopped scolding and started eating barbecue on his own.

But after a while, his pager rang. He pressed it and looked at it. It was calling him from the car, asking him to answer the phone in the car.

"Sit down, I'm going to make a call."

Although the satellite phone has been equipped, and there are people with it who follow Nanyi at all times, the number has not been told to others. Only a few important people can call the satellite phone, and other people can enjoy the call.

The transfer service is pretty good.

"Who called?" Nan Yi asked the person staying in the car when he returned to the car.

"The apartment said it was the woman from the afternoon. This is the number."

Nan Yi took the paper, glanced at it, and dialed the number on it, "Hello."

"I am Leng Yan."

"I know, classmate Leng, why are you calling so late?"

"Are you free?"

"Yes, I'm in South Korea City."

"Then I'll go over now, it will take about half an hour."

"Then don't come. Go to Central Park. There is a cafe on the north side. You can go there."

"good."

Leng Yan hung up the phone and walked out of the convenience store. She was still thinking about the "Mr. is not here" she just heard. Someone was responsible for answering the phone and called Nan Yi "Mr." It turned out that the guy who always wore patches on his butt, it seems that now
To be continued...