King of Hollywood

“Yes, William? Jefferson? Clinton?” Adrian nodded and confirmed Claude's answer.

“What's his problem?” Claude still doesn't understand what he's trying to say.

“He has no problem. The problem is, the Albert he wants to nominate with his partner? Gore," Adrian thought it over before saying it again, "You know, Uncle Anderson and former Democratic president Cliff? Babcock has always had a good relationship, I happen to be from him...”

“Wow, it just so happens.” Claude immediately whistled.

“Okay, I did it on purpose. - Now you're satisfied.” Adrian glanced at him and went on in his laughter: "I don't hear much, nothing of value, apart from a little information highway! ”

“Information highway?” Claude's interest was finally hooked up.

“I don't know how to say this... even though it's just a self talk, it's like opening a window for me and letting me see a lot of things I've never seen before!” Adrian's voice has grown much higher, and his divine color is a little exciting.

“If so, could you elaborate?” Claude made a gesture.

“Okay, let me start somewhere,” Adrian knocked his fingers back and forth on the desk, "Claude, do you have any impression of the web? Remember those boys we used to play at the club before graduation who wanted to join the fraternity? One of them surfed the web regularly and introduced us. ”

“Frankly, I can't remember, although I know the World Wide Web.” Claude thought carefully and shook his head.

“It's okay," Adrian said, “but I'll put it simply. Five years ago, the World Wide Web was very rudimentary, to use a specific metaphor, and that's the building that just laid the foundation, with nothing but the foundation. But five years later, small bungalows have begun to appear on this foundation. ”

“Please continue, I'm listening.” Claude adjusted his posture and continued to listen to Adrian.

“I don't talk much about technology, because I don't really understand it, and I'm talking about the value of it now," Adrian drinks a sip of water and moisturizes his throat, "and we all know where they, the guys who like the web, are obsessed with the web, visiting websites, emailing each other, staying in the bedroom and talking to the whole Stanford and even the whole Silicon Valley. And it's convenient and fast, it doesn't take as long as a letter, it doesn't cost as much as a phone call, and it's limited. Now, let's think about what would happen if, if the world were in the same network, they could communicate as Stanford's students without gaps?! ”

“Dissemination?!” Claude's eyes lit up, he wasn't stupid, naturally he knew what that meant.

“Yes, propagate!” Adrian pinched his fist so hard, "Imagine what it would mean for the media industry if people in Rome had ready access to the server's California website and people in Shanghai were ready to communicate with people in Brasilia. Yes, now we can only upload and download some text and some pictures on the web, but God knows if we can upload and download music on the web in a few years? Can you upload and download TV and movies? Can you even watch it on the internet? It's not impossible, it's just a technical problem that needs to be solved, and the technical problem is based on the hardware problem. As for the hardware problem, don't forget Moore's Law! ”

In the face of this soaring sermon, Claude couldn't help pulling his collar. It is undeniable that Adrian was touched by this remark, and he himself was a very aggressive young man.

But after a deep breath, Claude smiled unexpectedly: "Your speech was wonderful, Ed. You know, I've always missed your speech when you first entered the fraternity. However, when the preaching returns to preaching, you cannot prove that what you say will surely come true...”

“But it can't be perjured either!” Adrian interrupted his speech quickly, looking at Claude's eyes full of confident laughter, "no matter which expert you asked, they couldn't prove that it was going to happen while they couldn't prove it! ”

Speaking of which, he stood up and put his hands on the table: “Now that we're back on the information highway, although it's just a self-talk, I'm sure that once Gore became Clinton's partner, they'd put the subject on the campaign agenda. Well, now that we're back to a more advanced issue, why do we all think Democrats will prevail? ”

And a few seconds later, they answered, "Economy! ”

The similarities made them laugh, and Adrian waved and went on: "Yes, Bush, while winning America's first local war outside the Americas since the 1950s, ignored America's most important current problem. When the Japanese bought the Rockefeller Center, the media shouting was the best proof. The Square Agreement, though it solved the Japanese, could not solve the fundamental problem. If I were Clinton, I would certainly write about the economy. ”

Speaking of which, he shrugged his shoulders, unfortunately the election time was 1991, and if the Red Empire were to break up a year later, it would add a heavy weight to Old Bush's campaign, when it would be hard to tell who would win. Of course, it cannot be said now that Clinton will definitely be staying in the White House, and God knows what his arrival might change, but it is not a big deal.

“I know what you're trying to say, Claude," Adrian glanced at Claude, “Yes, Clinton doesn't necessarily beat Bush, but as long as he throws the subject in the campaign, even if the government doesn't support it, someone will push ahead, which is a big trend, at best, relatively slow development. And Bush's head shouldn't be that stupid, and if he does reappoint, he will inevitably shift the goal of governance to the economy. ”

“This is a whole new field, Claude, and how much would it change the media industry if I were to say that in the near future? As you and I both know, there are great risks involved in entirely new areas, but once successful, the same profits will not be comparable to those of other industries. ”

Claude started sitting on the chair with his fingers shut, and minutes later he got angry: "You convinced me again, Ed, I think you should run for president. ”

“Come on, if I become president, I'll take America to hell with no hesitation, I promise.” Adrian waved, “or pulled the subject back. ”

“Okay, venture capital company, what else is there?” Claude adjusted his posture.

“Acquisition of a small publishing company.” Adrian also sat back in his chair.

“Publishing company?” Claudemoor frowned with his chin.

“Yes, since it's a media company, of course these should all be involved, movies, television, records, newspapers, publishing, games…" Adrian is pointing the finger, “Anyway, everything about the information industry. ”

Speaking of which, he suddenly pulled a floppy disk out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Claude, pointing to the computer in his study: “These are some novels I wrote - popular novels. You might want to look now, although it's not completely finished, but I'm sure you can see the value in it. I just don't have much time to spend on novels, and I'm not a professional writer, so you might have to find someone to edit and add, and I don't mind signing each other's names at the same time. ”

“Ha,” Claude took the floppy disk and swayed, “you obviously came prepared. ”

“Of course, I can do a lot to convince you to pull you together.” Adrian starred.

“Tsk, that's touching.” Claude jokingly exclaimed, turning around and turning on the computer, waited a few minutes before inserting the floppy disk.

In about a few decades, Claude roughly finished reading Adrian's novel.

“Viruses and zombies, women's Indiana Jones and Cyberpunk, you got a lot of ideas in your head, Ed.” Claude shifted his gaze to Adrian with his mouth shut, "but the first two ideas can only count as second-class pop novels. Cyberpunk's ideas and structure are very good, but you need to work well to get promoted to first-class. ”

“It's all yours,” Adrian shrugged: “Don't forget, you're the CEO. ”

“Well, what else, say it together, anyway, I've heard enough tonight.” Claude leans on his back, a pair of "Come on, I'm not afraid of you."

Adrian couldn't help but turn a blind eye: “Next comes the acquisition of a small brokerage firm, the holding of shares, the preparation of the shells of foreign trading companies and… the movement of quantum funds. ”

Claude frowned: "Acquisition of brokerage companies, I understand, will facilitate resource mobilization in the future; I have no problem with holding the estate, as long as we don't hold the stock, the government won't bother us. But why are shell companies preparing for foreign trade and following the movement of quantum funds? ”

“You know, I just got back from Germany, a unified Germany,” Adrian recalled, “I went all the way to East Berlin, and I had a hunch that the red giant in Europe was going down. ”

“It's not news, Ed, we all know that. If before the Gulf War it might have been too big to be fearful, but now anyone can see its weakness, it's only a matter of time.” Claude shrugged.

“Yes, that's right," Adrian didn't deny, “but what if it collapsed at the end of this year? ”

Claude's eyelids had to jump.

“Think, Claude, think about what the Soviets have done since the late 1980s. Full of vulnerabilities, once this huge thing breaks down, and we're fully prepared, how much profit can we make from it?!” Adrian's eyes didn't blink and stared at Claude.

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