Reborn American Tyrant

The business of reproduction is relatively complicated for humans. Usually, in times of peace and prosperity, a pretty face and a slim waist are preferred by men.

Animals are much simpler, and they usually choose only the strongest. As such, it was a matter of survival.

If they turned into animals, then a guy like William White, who had a hard time with his heir, would surely encounter disgust. Ahem, don't say anything about eating more and occupying more, you're not even wooden enough to continue your heir.

Wearily climbing out of the bedroom, William Wyatt was full of black lines. Instead of feeling self-conscious about taking advantage of him, this guy felt a little disadvantaged. Ahem, dude this is being treated like drug slag. Those weird and wacky poses were just too damn hard to handle.

Nay, you can't expect the king next door to help you pay off the windfall you've incurred. You can't expect the king next door to help you pay. In the end, the human and animal worlds are quite similar. The difference in question, that is, your wealth and status, offsets any other deficiencies. If that didn't work, you could still ask a doctor, couldn't you. You can even rent a belly.

Thinking about all this, William White was a bit numb. Technology was something that really wasn't necessarily the faster the better, and it was best to take it easy with these things like life sciences.

Not to mention William White's sorrows and his hard work. In an office building in the South Bay of Rabbit Country, the two people sitting opposite each other were also in a tangle.

"Zhidong, what do you think of this lawyer's letter?"

"Oh, how else to look at it, Pony, QICQ does have a bit of a problem. But, I think, right, they just sent a lawyer's letter and didn't sue, so there should be some delicacy in that."

"Deliberate?" Ponyboy laughed bitterly, the lecture was certainly there, and at the same time as receiving a lawyer's letter, he actually received an offer from a venture capital firm.

"Damn, this group of Mickey cowboys, they're as obnoxious as ever. A carrot in one hand and a stick in the other, can't this be a bit more decent. Don't they worry about antitrust."

"Zhidong, there's no need for you to be righteously indignant. This is a Bermuda registered company, what you said doesn't exist.

You also know about this current environment, if we're saying we're accepting a capital injection from the Yonkers, frankly speaking, we might as well go to court with them. Hehehe, this is Nan Shan after all, what can you do about it."

"Xiao Ma, you're not going to cooperate? Well, it's a bit of a shame, but never mind."

"Ha, Shidon, what makes you think that?" Looking at his good friend's somewhat grudging gaze, the pony student stopped joking. To be honest, the Penguin Company, which was started with a passion, did not go well.

Even with all sorts of inconveniences, the number of users using ICQ was far greater than his QICQ. to be honest, to receive any lawyer's letter at this time, in a sense, is also a kind of alternative approval.

Don't believe it?

That's how everyone comes to be, never seen a car, how do you engage in independent intellectual property. Two more tires and a couch than a motorcycle is just a form of self-deprecation.

There is no such thing, if you still want to pretend, then simply do not do it. In fact, it's not just the big rabbit country at this time, Europe and Japan's junior partner, take almost the same approach.

You say it's okay to borrow, because you've succeeded, so whatever. You say it's okay to copy because you pounced and everyone will mock you. That's right, you're the guy who put together the shameless.

"Boss, if you invest in them, does that encourage this kind of behavior?"

"Jason, are you kidding me? I'm asking you if it's possible to hand over the communications industry in Yonaguni to the Japanese, they're so rich, and let me tell you, you can't even imagine if it was packaged and sold to them."

"Ahem, how could it be. Little Japanese wolves."

"Ha, still, what makes you think that's not how the Great Rabbit State sees it.

What, instant messenger isn't communication anymore? Same thing, what kind of bastards at the CIA, you really don't know?"

Well, Jason High had no way of saying it. The self-same boss was right, if not many people used it, then it didn't matter much.

It's just a way to make some money, and nobody cares. After all, don't you still have to pull in jobs?

Jason High is a little unconcerned, of course, or doesn't care. Heck, after all, ICQ had a lot of registered users due to payment issues, but the number of paying users would have to be described as ridiculous.

It's fine for him to think that way, but Filson next to him doesn't see it that way. He sort of figured out that, in his boss's eyes, the trend of instant messaging was actually going to be PK with traditional telecommunication?

"Boss, instant messaging is considered non-mainstream anyway, after all, let's say ......"

"Filson, think about mobile phones, as I told you and many others in the beginning. This stuff will be popular, and it's not going to be high.

No one, including me, believed it. It's only been a few years and the tens of millions of users we talked about have become a joke.

Let me put it this way today: the number of mobile phone users will far exceed the number of fixed-line phone users. As for the popularity of instant messaging, I don't think it will be much less than that of mobile phones.

That's not what we need to talk about now at all. The question is, would anyone hand this stuff over to a foreign company."

Filson was dumbfounded, but he responded immediately. No wonder he wanted to invest in some offshore company. It was obvious that what the self-same boss was considering went beyond what the think-tank was considering.

Fuck, if this is the long run. Then what's the point of needing us people. Thinking about it, Filson also smiled bitterly to himself, and this think tank of his had only just gotten its numbers together. I just don't know if the guy who dug a big hole in the wall a while ago knew that, including himself, there was no one indispensable to so many of William White's men.

Well, this guy was obviously thinking too much. He, William White, had already made arrangements for these investments in the Great Rabbit Country, and when the two sons he had thrown in the Rabbit Country grew up, whoever was more capable would get more.

He was now curious to know whether it was the cleverness educated in Rabbit Country or the flexibility educated here in Fragrant. Oh, when he thought about it, he seemed to have some expectations.

Having sons like sheep was better than having sons like wolves, and he was happy to see competition within a certain degree. Large families naturally had a method of selecting their heirs, which he couldn't enjoy here due to the difficulty of the Wyatt family's heirs. It was a good thing that the old heavens were open, otherwise, the family legacy would basically be over when it came to him.

Don't ever think that the gweilo is uncouth, the so-called self-reliance is simply to fool the foolish boy, who believes the idiot!