"You can't, but we can!!" The 3DFX engineer in charge of the demonstration proudly boasted, "Envy! Admit it! We have made an epoch-making thing!"
The technical house onlookers greeted with admiration, while the other businessmen looked solemn.
I\'mnottheonewho\'ssofaraway
WhenIfeelthesnakebiteentermyveins.
NeverdidIwannabehereagain,
AndIdon\'twhyI
Mr. Hu comforted Huang Xun and his companions, "APLUS, you seem to be very interested? I want to remind you that this circle is not big. The 3DFX company was founded last year. Although the founder was born in SGI, they have a few pounds. It is clear to the industry that it is unlikely that such a technological leap will be achieved in a short time."
Candlesraisemydesire,
WhyI\'msofaraway.
Nomoremeaningtomylife,
Nomorereasontostay.
Freezing, Feeling
Breathein
Breathein...
Hehe, peers are lighter? Song Ya, who got the Apocalypse's advice through Demo, has any hesitation, "I want to take this company." After he came out, he told Hayden, "Call Jimmy over and let him do this..."
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 580: Control yourself
3DFX was a blockbuster at the exhibition. I heard Jimmy say that when he came to California, the individuals and institutions who wanted to participate in the initial investment were all around. Some people even directly sent a check to their company address in San Jose, and they could cash it before talking about the details. The venture capital contract matter.
"What do you think?" Song Ya asked, "Will they accept my investment? How much money do you think you can get more shares?"
"Uh...I don't know what graphics accelerator card..."
Jimmy asked, "Can some experts go to San Jose with me?"
"Let's find Dilai." 3DFX has great potential. Song Ya doesn't want to ask other friends in the industry to help, "Let him send someone to you."
Hung up the phone, "APLUS! APLUS! APLUS!" The urging sound of the mountain whistling and tsunami came into my ears, waiting for the busy makeup artist and stylist around him to make it right, he left the backstage and returned to the center of the stage.
The cheers were deafening. Several diehard fans in the front row hugged their heads and burst into tears on the spot, "I love you!" The girls screamed loudly, waving the light sticks in their hands desperately.
He cooperated with Dow for a small concert in Los Angeles. It was considered one of the endorsement tasks. The scale was not much larger than previous fan clubs, but there were many formalities. It was also his first concert to sell tickets, and the average price was only two. Ten dollars, five light sticks were included with the ticket. Nearly five thousand tickets were sold out within a few days after the sale. Dow sponsored MTV to prepare for direct live shows during the concert during the joint recording period.
This is also the first time he has held a concert, and the decision with Dow and Sony Columbia Records was made hastily. In order not to make the scene too monotonous, the performing arts company hired dancers who have worked with me in my life to help with the dancers. What I dance is also what I have practiced in my life.
"Friends of LA! I love you!"
Wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and jeans, he threw his hat off the stage and held the upright microphone coolly, "BeautifulGirls!"
The audience was already a sea of glow sticks. People continued to scream. A girl riding on her boyfriend's shoulder grabbed the hat and almost passed out on the spot.
"You\'rewaytoobeautifulgirl..."
When the accompaniment sounded, he began to sing. This time I chose the A+ album and danced the eight songs from the soundtrack of my life that are not difficult and are relatively popular. In the middle, Al will help with the scenes and the help part of the hip-hop songs.
"The last song, BeWhatYouWannaBe, welcome children..."
BeWhatYouWannaBe and two consecutive weeks of championships in the B Gang, in the third week, he encountered a strong challenge from I\'llMakeLoveToYou of the champion single frequentist BoyzIIman. His main goal now is to keep the top spot in the third week.
The Chicago Children's Choir filed into the stage, "doctor, actor, lawyerorasinger..."
Catchy inspirational songs flowed, thousands of viewers were relaxed, and the glow sticks in their hands were played with a Mexican wave effect, forming a gentle ocean of colored lights under the night sky of Los Angeles.
"Thank you! Thank you for having you!"
At the end of the song, he stared down at the stage, couldn't help being a little moved, and bowed deeply.
"Encore, Encore! APLUS! APLUS!"
Backstage, the audience still unwilling to leave, shouting in unison.
"Go out and sing one more."
The acting manager happily came over and pleaded: "Your fans are very hungry, APLUS, your typhoon is also very likable."
"Yes, maybe you can play two more games in Chicago and Detroit at the end of the year." Dow's entourage also laughed: "The workers will like it."
"What are you singing? SayGoodbye?" Song Ya asked.
"Don't..." Linda thought for a while. "Why don't you dance the end of my life?"
"All right, I'll discuss it with the dancer."
Song Ya walked to the big dressing room where the dancers took a break, "Hey, everyone, shall we add another song?"
Accompanied by BoutIt's strong accompaniment, Song Ya and the dancers rushed back to the stage, and he prepared a new hat to wear on his head handsomely during the dance.
The whole concert reached its climax.
"Somewhat tired."
The audience dispersed, and the open-air stage was in a mess. Numerous light sticks were randomly discarded on the ground, and there were other paper cups and other debris. Song Ya dragged a chair and sat on the stage like this, watching the staff clean up.
"Get a good rest, brother."
Al came over and patted him on the shoulder. "Maybe it's not far from your global tour."
"Yeah, I didn't expect the results to be so good this time. I didn't make any deliberate preparations. They only temporarily started preparations after the decision to leave school."
Song Ya replied lazily, Rewu made a sweat just now, blowing a cool breeze here by the way.
Al sat casually on the floor next to him, "Remember the shabby days we had before? I slept in your bunk, but it was a few years ago."
Song Ya also laughed, "You are always playing games, so I can't even sleep well."
"Hey, guys."
At this time Taraji appeared off the stage, "You are late for APLUS." She raised her head to blame.
"Oh..." Song Ya remembered. Originally, she wanted to dress up after the concert and let her take it to the black community cinema to see a dance that is still being screened. My life is still being screened. By the way, I observe the reaction of ordinary audiences.
"Hey, Taraji, you must stay in Los Angeles to develop?" Al asked her, "Did you get a new role?"
"No……"
Taraji smiled bitterly, "Everyone else got it, but I didn't. I'm in acting class..."
"Where do you live now?" Song Ya asked her.
"I rented a small apartment in the city." Taraji pouted, "Would you like to sit? I can have a party there and call your dancers and backing singers."
"Shall we go to play?" Al was interested, "How about I call someone? APLUS."
"You are also responsible for buying food and drink, I have no money." Taraji said.
"no problem……"
Just leave. I heard that there is a party, and the dancers and backing singers immediately drove around the scene lively.
"When did you live apart from Amy?" Al and the dancers went to buy wine and food. Song Ya and Linda followed her in first. They were just a small room and the neighbors were also with her. For those who work hard in Hollywood, the surrounding environment is pretty good, and the living conditions are better than most low-level young people in Hollywood.