But this time, there was no ecstasy in his heart, but a bit... bitter, "Isn't it different from YAHOO's search mode?"
"Yes, the current basic user interfaces in this field are all the same."
Beauty Yanhong reached out and clicked on the keyboard to explain, "Look, I guess the layouts of similar websites in Dog, Da Mao, Silla, and Spain are similar."
One by one, the search website pages jumped out under Yan Hong's demonstration, with different shapes, but it was indeed a bit inseparable.
It will more or less bring a sense of familiarity with the apocalypse...
Damn it! Song Ya suddenly realized something, and his face was ashamed for an instant.
"Boss, what's wrong with you!?"
Dr. Chen noticed that he was leaning back on the chair with his chest, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, without saying a word, "Boss?"
If the YAHOO homepage once brought me a sense of familiarity with Apocalypse, what about the website of Yanhong couple? What about the familiarity of these websites?
Could it be that the winner... is not necessarily YAHOO?
By the way, the previous s, etc...
YAHOO has won at this stage, but what about in the future?
That's it! I didn't notice the weakness of Apocalypse! It is just a radar that shuttles between the memory of its present and future lives. The light spots displayed on the radar may be enemy aircraft and warships, but it may also be a flock of worthless birds!
He will make a mistake! Will pit me!
As Sloan said, countries in the world are now catching up with the first-mover advantage of the United States, and there are constantly new competitors appearing in the United States! Will YAHOO be guaranteed to win in the future?
After all, they all brought a sense of familiarity with Apocalypse!
This **** familiarity!
Song Ya's thoughts turned, his breathing became more and more difficult, and he still had so many YAHOO stocks on hand!
Previously because of Apocalypse, I strengthened my belief in holding, but now I think about it, the real risk is much greater than I thought before!
"You go back first... Mike! Mike!"
Dr. Chen hurriedly sent out the three of Tang Yi and shouted the old man, the personal bodyguard that the boss trusted the most.
"Do you need to call a doctor?" He asked: "The boss has ordered before. If you fainted again, don't call an ambulance rashly..."
"No, I'm fine."
Song Ya returned to his senses and saw Old Mike staring at her face and studying, "It's okay, Mike, you all go out. Let me be quiet..."
"Really all right?" Old Mike confirmed.
"It's okay." Song Ya adjusted his breath and squeezed a smile at the old man.
"La la la..." The fragrant Hallie was looking for someone, when she heard Dr. Chen and others chatting and going out.
"Mr. APLUS's body...is it still the same as before?" Dr. Mei, who had been an assistant before and knew a lot of secrets, asked ~www.mtlnovel.com~ but it was a pity that Halle couldn't understand a word of Chinese that the group used.
"His sturdy body... the fainting problem has not recurred in these two or three years. Don't worry too much. After all, it is normal to lose so much money in a short period of time. It is normal for the mood to fluctuate, and everyone is in a bad mood. This is not us. What do I need to know, take you on a two-day tour of Chicago? It's a rare trip..."
Dr. Chen and others left while chatting.
"what happened to you?"
When Hallie entered the door, she saw a man alone in a daze in the study. His eyes were a little scary. Old Mike opened the window to ventilate him because he wanted him to breathe more fresh air. There was a pile of papers on the desk. The paper was blown off the ground by the wind.
Hallie leaned over to pick it up and asked concerned.
Song Ya didn't want to speak for the time being, but shook his head silently.
(End of this chapter)
Recommend the new book of Urban Great God Lao Shi:
Chicago 1990 Chapter 1375: 2 faces
The 25-year-old traverser has a net worth steadily heading towards tens of billions. Song Ya can accept this speed, so let's just swell. It's not because Apocalypse is in hand to help him grasp the general direction of the Internet and technology industry.
But more than 3 billion evaporated in a short time?
He was far away from the goal in an instant. At this time, he looked back and thought that it had been ten years since he was talking.
Whether it’s records, movies, or other industries such as chemical factories, they have indeed helped their fortune jump, but it’s too tiring. Fighting against street bandits, senior managers, politicians, and invisible ceilings. Any business is easier than taking the express train of the Internet boom.
This is not alone. If there is no Internet, how can those Silicon Valley upstarts quickly make a fortune in the United States, which is a very mature, stable and even solidified capital society? Promoted to an entire upstart class?
Suddenly by this blow, Song Ya also realized the unpredictability of Apocalypse. He felt that the future became a little uncertain. It was not that he was not sure whether he would go bankrupt or something. Apocalypse was still useful. He was not sure that he would be able to do so in the future. What kind of height does it reach.
Unable to grasp the future direction or that the stock market crash has caused a serious blow to confidence, so he is now a little confused and frustrated.
"If there hadn't been this wave of Internet, then I wouldn't have so many ideas. Maybe I'm still working **** record and film business!? After all, Apocalypse is all about songs and movies, right?"
"What about after that? What to do in the future? Since YAHOO is not necessarily the ultimate winner, then change the strategy to cast the net and continue to bet on the Internet? When will the bottom hunt? Or simply take the opportunity to pull out and switch to the analysis from the apocalypse , A more secure transaction?"
"But other businesses will encounter the problem of inaccuracy of the Apocalypse radar... and the speed of Apocalypse is getting slower and slower."
"Without the help of Apocalypse, relying solely on yourself as a person... No! Middle-upper, what can you achieve?"
"Apocalypse is already very powerful. Isn't it enough to provide a high starting point that other people can't envy?"
With such thoughts flashing in his mind, he walked down the boarding ladder and strode towards his convoy.
His face was expressionless, he paid no attention to the people and things around him, and he was obviously thinking of other things in his mind. This image of him is obviously very melancholy in the eyes of others.
But everyone also understands that I just lost so much money.
Today, he visited Silicon Valley to hold an Internet investor conference. The meeting planners lined up to meet at the airport saw the young superstar and rich man not even paying attention to himself, and they understood that they shrank their hands. Going back, and then thoughtfully and silently huddling him around to the convoy.
"Look!"
Until the car drove on the urban road, the driving silencer excitedly pointed to the side of the road.
Song Yaxunsheng looked out of the car window. The workers were replacing the advertising posters on the roadside. Wearing a red T-shirt, they were holding the endorsement can of Coca-Cola. They were showing white teeth and smiling very brightly.
The vast number of posters of the same style stretched to the end of the road, seemingly boundless, like red piano keys, or the stocks falling on the computer screen, constantly flashing in front of the car window.
"Hehe, Coca-Cola will really hit hot spots..."
Song Ya’s overall mood was not as bad as others had guessed. He laughed and complained, “By the way, the silencer, remember that I just wore it... No, we used to have you, me, and Tony in the car and saw the road. Was it that time with MJ’s Pepsi commercial?"
"Ok!"
The silencer nodded heavily, and then turned on the car radio. His habit has never changed. He frequently changes channels to find songs. Britney's...not listening, Backstreet boys...not listening, and finally selected one of Eminem's. Rap.