Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Six: Brian, who is insightful
Additional update for Comrade Kisssmi, the second deacon who urged the update.
During the second half of the meal, Ambrosio herself found that the food prepared seemed not enough, so after the meal, she did not ask anyone to help with the tableware, but asked William to take Brian and the other five to the rooftop to barbecue by themselves.
With Brian and the five of them each bringing some food and beer, they went up to the rooftop. As they entered the rooftop, William said: "Guys, whoever has the best barbecue skills among you will take the initiative to order barbecue. To be honest, I just just said
I’m full after eating five layers.”
"Hahaha", Sam and Bernie all looked at Brian, and Brian shrugged.
William laughed and said, "It seems that everyone thinks that your barbecue skills are the best. Then it's you, Brian. I want the seven-year-old, thank you."
When Sam and others saw William taking the initiative to eliminate the embarrassment, they smiled and said to William, "Although it's a little rude, but I'm really not full either", and then said to Brian, "Dude, I'm 5 layers cooked."
"Well, although the portion is small, I didn't expect it to taste very good," Bernie answered.
"Yes, it tastes really good," Kathy and Clarence also praised.
"Okay, guys, it seems I'm busy." Brian stood up with a smile, picked up the beef, sauces and tools and walked to the grill. After looking at it for a long time, he said, "Boss, can you help me open this?"
Oven? God, why doesn’t this grill have an on/off switch?"
William shook his head. He didn't believe that this old guy like Brian didn't know how to open the grill. He must have told him "ok" because of something.
Sure enough, as soon as William walked to the grill, Brian had already started to put the beef on the grill and took a USB flash drive, "This thing was copied to me by Abram Tarasov when I went to see him in the afternoon.
, and boss, aren’t you going to register a patent for this little thing? I found that the USB flash drive you gave me is much easier to use than other similar products on the market.”
He took the USB disk and threw it in his hand with a smile, "I'll wait for you."
"Okay." Brian didn't say much. He nodded and began to concentrate on serving the meat on the grill.
I walked downstairs with the USB flash drive and checked the USB flash drive into a laptop in Calligraphy. After a minute, the Sunday Report reported, "Sir, the information has been copied, but I found that there are some extra Vigotarasovs in it.
and information on Abram Tarasov".
"Hey, it seems that our Mr. Abram Tarasov is more sensible than his brother Vigo Tarasov and knows what he should do. He deleted their two information from the USB flash drive and also
Has this USB flash drive been used by anyone?"
A few seconds later, "Sir, it has been deleted. Now only my main server has their data, and the USB disk has my encrypted program. There is no trace of anyone trying to read the data."
"Very good", William smiled and pulled out the USB flash drive, held it in his hand, walked to the rooftop, returned to Brian and handed it back to him. In Brian's doubtful eyes, he said: "The things in it are beneficial to your candidacy, but there are some
"Trouble, if not handled properly, it will be dangerous to you, so you decide whether to use it or not, or when and how to use it."
"Danger?" He took the USB disk and carefully put it back into his pocket. He lowered his head and thought for a moment and guessed the general reason. He whispered, "Is it really okay to cooperate with the Tarasov brothers?"
"Don't worry, I have no interest in the Tarasov brothers and their gang business. I will only deal with them for information. You and I will have to have an underground source of information in the future, but from now on, with Vigo Tarasov
Try to have as little contact as possible, and Abram Tarasov is quite suitable."
"Understood," Brian nodded.
"I asked someone to investigate the USB flash drive and found that someone had registered a patent in November 1999. There were five teams around the world that tackled the USB flash drive project at the same time. There will be patent lawsuits in the future.
If you are interested, you can play around with it while the patent is still unclear. When the patent is clear, you will probably have to file a lawsuit. It will drag on for several years and then end up with millions of dollars in compensation. You should be able to make a lot of money by doing this."
Hearing what William said, Brian immediately shook his head, "Forget it, hey, boss, a technical idiot like me wouldn't dare to enter the technology industry without your participation, and it sounds like you won't make much profit from your tone?"
"It's not that there won't be much profit. Although USB disks will only be popular for about 15 years, the current prospects for USB disks are still very good. Once the patent is obtained, we will strive to be listed on the Mi stock market within two or three years. The market value of the new company will be
It will reach the level of 1 billion US dollars in less than a year or two, but I found out that the inventor of the patent is a team from China.
You should imagine how big the trouble will be. Some people in the United States and Europe will not let this project be listed on the European and American stock markets."
"Then can we acquire the patent? After all, the USB disk you made yourself is much more advanced than what is currently on the market. You also said that this is a period when the patent is unclear. We can find a Chinese company to cooperate. We can pay for the patent or
It is the bottom-level patent authorization and at the same time helps Chinese companies fight patent lawsuits."
Brian took out the USB flash drive in his pocket and said excitedly, "Boss, as long as we obtain the patent authorization, we will soon be able to defeat all the products on the market with your technology. Even if we only occupy the US market in the future, we will make a lot of profits after listing."
How many?".
"Haha", William shook his head. It seemed that everyone was the same. There was profit to be made. Brian Mills, an old guy who only knew how to kill people before, was also moved. "Then how many shares are you going to give me?"
"75%?" Brian said a number that surprised William without thinking, "The five of you will share the remaining 25%? Are you working for me?"
"Working for you means making money for myself. It's not like I don't have any shares," Brian laughed and pointed at his head, "Boss, I am self-aware. In my opinion, the knowledge in your head is what makes this world
The most valuable investment thing on the Internet, as long as you agree to join,
I believe that in the future, our company's products will definitely not only be small things like USB flash drives. If you leave us some things that you don't like, I believe that the company's future prospects will not be worse than those technology companies that are currently in the limelight."
"Hahaha", hearing Brian being so naughty, William laughed heartily, "I didn't expect you to flatter him too."
"Hey, what I'm telling you is the truth. In addition to having excellent skills, you also need to be able to read people in our industry. If you don't seize the opportunity when it comes, you'd be an idiot." Brian said with a bright smile on his face.
Smiling, with such long contact, he guessed that William was probably already moved.
After all, this company does not need William to waste his energy on management. It only needs to come up with ideas and come up with technologies that he doesn't like. If the company develops well, William will gain the most. If the company develops poorly, there will be no losses.