The news from Intel two days ago seems to have nothing to do with the merchants here, but in fact, it really has nothing to do with it. No one cares about standards and new technologies here. What the distributor gives me, what the consumers need,
I will sell whatever I want!
While selling, if different brands of accessories are more profitable, I will promote them.
So when the time came to 10 o'clock, when Pengcheng released the ultra-low cash purchase price of Wanwan series memory, everyone was ready to move. The reason why they didn't move was because they were waiting for news from Tesla and the Shenzhou memory.
price trends.
Compared with the bright green Wanwan series memory, the red Shenzhou strip is really a good seller!
However, after waiting for more than half an hour, there was no movement from either Tesla or the Shenzhou.
Liu Cong's former boss, Lao Feng, is in the corner of the counter.
Two mazaar, two people, holding an endless amount of cents in their hands at the same time, counting them seriously.
After counting the last 50 cents, Boss Feng wrote the notes on the old notebook. Then he looked at Zhao Song and asked: "Zhao Er, I found that you Tesla people are quite heartless. These two people are very heartless."
Tian Pengcheng is jumping up and down like this, and you just watch like that?"
"This wad is 83 yuan." Zhao Song handed the money to Boss Feng and then continued, "If they keep jumping up and down, they still won't be able to sell the memory!"
Boss Feng glanced outside the counter, then leaned down and said softly: "I heard they are betting on that R... something memory."
"Rambus." Speaking of this word, Zhao Song also had a headache. For this technology that was eliminated in the previous life, there is no Chinese translation for this technology, let alone now or in the future.
"Yes, Rambus!" Boss Feng looked at Zhao Song and asked, "What are your plans?"
"I don't have any plans. If you want to bet, you have to have money. Although they are still rich now, it's not enough!"
"But Pengcheng has already started to sell goods at low prices!" Boss Feng said worriedly, "You can tell me whether Tesla will follow suit or not. Why are you here here?"
"Follow!" Zhao Song stood up, took out a piece of paper and handed it to Boss Feng, "Uncle, as long as Pengcheng's shipping price is lower than this amount, immediately ask your friends to help collect the goods. Each item will be given to you.
One dollar for your hard work!”
Boss Feng took it and took a look, "What's the significance of this number?"
"I calculated the cost price of Pengcheng at this time!"
"You figured it out?" Boss Feng rolled his eyes and looked at Zhao Song, "You're a college student who doesn't even have time to take professional courses, you figured it out?!"
"Hehe~"
Zhao Song did not answer. He turned around and walked out of the counter with a smile, and then walked through the bustling crowd of people in Zhonghai. The smile on his face slowly disappeared.
On the road, many vendors and clerks looked at him with expectant eyes, but Zhao Song turned a blind eye to everything and kept questioning himself in his heart.
“What if the butterfly effect happens?”
"Rambus was not successful in the previous life. What was the reason? Chipset? Or was it its own problems?"
"When was the problem discovered?"
Pushing away the people in the president's office and looking at the densely packed information on several mobile whiteboards inside, Zhao Song suddenly felt like he had a splitting headache.
The reborn person is not omnipotent. The prophet knows important things. Because of his intervention, comparing this time and space with Zhao Song's previous life, at the same time and place, people did completely different things.
Zhao Song once asked Wen Jing to transliterate the name of the father of a classmate who had a broken leg, and he discovered that Mr. Lewis Williams, who had been living in Montana for the rest of his life, actually had the same name as the future technology guru of Western Digital.
Exactly the same.
If he is still convinced that Rambus will fail, then he is in trouble!
Zhao Song took out his cell phone, found a call he thought he would never call, and pressed the call button.
"Du~"
"Hello~"
"Old Wei, it's me!"
On the other end of the phone, I imagined a bearded man with black lines on his face, Lao Wei? Do I know you very well?
"What's up?"
"What did you say happened?" Zhao Song asked back angrily.
"I think nothing is wrong, except for the good news that the price of PC133 memory has dropped by more than 200 yuan in two days."
With a big beard, Zhao Song replied sullenly: "No matter how much it falls, Tesla may not make money, but Shenzhou will still make money!"
"Haha~"
"Old Wei, tell me the truth. Regarding the 820 chipset, what are your plans?"
"No plans?"
"No plans?" Zhao Song passed on with a disdainful tone, "Compaq and Dell have already expressed their strong intention to use Rambus. HP and IBM are watching the excitement. The fantasy of being fourth in the world and number one in Asia has no plans.
?”
"…………"
"Old Wei, I know you have seen what Shenzhou is planning to do? But this incident has nothing to do with Shenzhou, right?"
"..."
"On your official website, there is a word of 'social responsibility'. Regardless of whether Rambus has problems or not, those upstream manufacturers will never live up to your imagination, but what about those dealers in Zhongguancun?
If there is a problem, when will it be their turn to return the goods? Is there anyone responsible for the losses suffered by their customers and consumers due to the perceived breach of contract?”
"Zhao Song, don't be so grandiose with what you say. Why don't you come to me to inquire about the news? Isn't it because Tesla has suffered setbacks in the supply chain and is now focusing on the accessories retail market?"
Have you noticed this? Zhao Song pursed his lips and said with a sneer: "Now is the low ebb of the DRAM market. IDG statistics show that there should be 3 billion US dollars of inventory in the world. I am right, right?
?”
"What do you want to say?"
"Tesla will bet on Rambus and hang up the phone. We will place an order with Elpida again and clear out all their PC133 inventories!"
"Do you have that much money?" the bearded man said disdainfully.
"Have you forgotten our power supplies, radiators and tpods that are popular in the United States?"
"..." On the phone, the bearded man was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "So far, more than 1 million motherboards for the i820 chipset have been produced around the world. The number of Rambus memories cannot be counted.
It all depends on your own prediction!”
"Is there a problem?"
"As usual, the temperature is too high and the performance is not improved much. As for other problems... our product laboratory has not found them yet."
"Thank you, Lao Wei, although you don't mean to tell me this out of kindness!"
"Haha~" The bearded man hung up the phone without saying anything, just let this kid die, that's Intel!
What about Intel? Zhao Song, who also hung up the phone, sneered. Rambus memory jumped directly from the front-side bus 100MHZ to 600MHZ. The performance improvement was not big?
The future belongs to DDR, Zhao Song turned to look at Ding Tao and Gui Luyang who walked into the office, and now, it belongs to 133!
"Sister Gui, starting from today, the factory will work in three shifts!"
"yes."
"Ding Tao, follow Pengcheng to deliver the goods! At least in the entire northern market, I will make Pengcheng unable to sell even one of his Wanwan series memory!"