Since the hardware chips have not yet been manufactured, the three crooks are still the old tricks, running the software on an SGI graphics workstation in the conference room.
The huge SGI trademark on the workstation host fell in Song Ya's eyes, and immediately evoked his unpleasant memories of being deceived, which was very eye-catching.
"Or do you try it out?"
One of the trio noticed the focus of his eyes and quickly pushed the keyboard and mouse over to divert his attention.
"I don't play much..."
"It's very simple. Use the mouse with your right hand and place your left hand on the up, down, left, and right buttons."
Song Ya saw the character holding a gun from the first view on the monitor on the conference table. Under the guidance of the other party, he held the mouse with his right hand and held down the four keys with his left finger.
The screen started to move under his control, and a polygon mob rushed over. He subconsciously moved the mouse to adjust the alignment, and then pressed the left button of the mouse. The game character fired a shot, smoothly killing the opponent.
"Wow, good APLUS, you must have played DOOM before." Rose Smith laughed.
"No, I prefer to play with civilization... This... it's a bit awkward to move..."
Song Ya concentrated on the operation, almost unable to speak, because the up, down, left, and right buttons on the keyboard were too close to the mouse, so the left and right hands would come together, and it would be uncomfortable to change the posture.
"The keys can be set by yourself, you can use whatever you like." John Carmack helped call up the settings menu.
After being dumbfounded for two seconds on the keyboard, he naturally changed the four keys up, down, left, and right to WASD, "That's much better." He started playing again.
This should be a demo. The scene is very small. After brushing a dozen monsters, he quickly became bored. He threw away the keyboard and mouse, "It feels pretty good..."
It's really not bad. After changing the keyboard settings, he still has an inexplicable sense of familiarity. His eyes softened when he looked at the people in the conference room. He was too familiar with this kind of "familiarity". After summarizing, he knew that this generally means crossing. The other one in front of me has related impressions and is still very impressive.
For example, the involuntary laughter when I first met Mariah Carey, such as hearing the name of the JavaScript programming language, etc...
"When the ES version (engineering sample version) of our 3D acceleration chip is produced, there is no need to demonstrate it on this host."
The liar's ability to observe words and colors is strong. Rose Smith looked at the hip-hop star in front of him and was no longer so angry. He immediately led the topic towards asking for money, "Just use an ordinary home computer host."
"So when will this ES version be produced?" Song Ya asked.
"October, October is fine."
Ross Smith replied: "But now the company funds...APLUS, come to my office and talk."
Song Ya sighed, got up and went out together, "Tony, forget it, you come downstairs and wait for me."
Sitting down in the other party's office, "what do other investors say?" He asked Dr. Mei, the supervisor who was stationed here.
"Everyone is not willing to conduct the second round of financing." Dr. May replied.
I'm afraid of being deceived...
"Then openly recruit A-round venture investors."
Song Ya rubbed his eyebrows and replied helplessly.
"In time..." Rose Smith seemed to be about to stare at a person.
"You set a timetable. If there is still a gap in venture capital before the last minute... I will see the situation again."
Song Ya stood up, grabbed the other's collar directly, and lifted the technical house away from the ground. Both of them looked straight, "If you lie to me again and again, what will I do? You know. Yes." He showed a fierce look and threatened severely.
"I understand, I understand, please rest assured Mr. APLUS."
"Ok."
Song Ya put him down with satisfaction, "Jimmy, Mike, let's go."
As soon as he came downstairs to meet Tony and others, the phone in Old Mike's arms rang, but Linda didn't follow him, "It's a fixed line, from New York." Old Mike said while looking at the strange caller number.
"Who is looking for me?"
Song Ya connected.
"APLUS, are you not in New York?" It was the voice of Doug, the chief of staff of the Underwood Party Whip Office.
"Not at ~www.mtlnovel.com~ I came to San Jose." Song Ya replied.
"Is it convenient to meet in New York? I want to talk to you about this." Doug said.
"what's up?"
"It has something to do with a certain African-American congressman." Doug replied.
Then only Wrangel, Song Ya immediately realized that Underwood's fox wanted to intervene in his own business, "Fxxkyou, Doug, why do you show up whenever I make a big move? But this time you are late. I have decided not to inject capital into the Inner City Broadcasting Company, so there is no need to see this side, that's it."
"APLUS, we are resisting the Elephant Party’s boycott of next year’s federal budget in Congress, and the telecommunications bill also needs to be passed by the House of Representatives. We cannot lack the support of the African-American caucus at this time." Doug was afraid that he would hang up, saying a little more. .
"What does it have to do with me?"
"Come on, come to New York, let's talk first, we can always talk about a plan that everyone can accept, right?" Doug said.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 732: ?party boss
Latest website: Doug insisted on arranging the meeting in New York, so Song Ya had to cross the United States again and hurried back from the west coast.
"Underwood is in a bad situation now. The Elephant Party holds a majority in both houses of the Senate and the House of Representatives. The Donkey Party absolutely cannot stop the Elephant Party from boycotting the federal budget next year. Then, when the federal government shuts down in November, 800,000 government employees will be Mandatory vacation, as a party whip, he must bear part of this responsibility."
Ms. Sloan knew more about Washington and about Capitol Hill than about New York and Chicago politics. She was called by Song Ya to pick up the plane and went to work immediately. "Then the telecommunications bill. Both parties have happened in this matter. The internal split has a high chance of passing, but if it is not handled well, there is a risk of capsizing."
"Never mind the federal budget bill. The Elephant Party only wants to embarrass the current president. The two sides will definitely reach a compromise after the government is suspended for a period of time. However, if the telecommunications bill is not passed, the prestige of the current president and next year's election will be devastating. Attack, pay attention to my words, it is devastating. Major television networks, telecom operators, and equipment vendors are all waiting for the bill to pass. Some large-scale industry mergers and acquisitions have already begun ahead of schedule..."
"If Underwood is not careful, he may be pulled from the party whip."
She said dearly.
"I know, I know Underwood, OK? We were very close when he was a small congressman from Illinois."
Song Ya didn’t want to hear this, “I’ve been keeping an eye on it. It’s not a good thing for me to have trouble with that guy. It’s been a long time since his husband and wife took the initiative to bother me. You help me analyze why he is busy again this time. Just take out your energy and stare at me."
"Wrangel."
Ms. Sloan replied: "The purpose of the telecommunications bill is precisely to stimulate competition and deregulate, especially the control of cross-field mergers. You know that some members of the parliament, such as Rangel, rely heavily on things like Inner City Broadcasting Corporation. Small and medium-sized media groups are generally worried that intensified industry competition will have a serious negative impact on these funders, so their voting tendencies are very volatile, and this is the case for donkey elephants. On the one hand, they must try to keep their votes in line with the party, on the other hand. , They can't betray their gold master..."