Seeing the friend request, Tim clicked OK.
As soon as he clicked OK, the new friend sent him a message.
The friend's name was in Chinese.
"Hello, boss."
Tim didn't understand Chinese, so he replied in English and asked who he was.
"Yo ~ Foreigner?"
After this sentence in Chinese, the other party quickly added an English sentence that Tim could understand and said, "Hello, boss."
Tim asked again who the other party was. If the other party was just casually adding him, Tim would delete him.
Adding friends in the virtual world was very simple. If he didn't turn off the nearby visibility function, the surrounding users could directly send him a friend request. Tim didn't care at first, but now it was very likely that he was casually added as a friend.
"Boss, do you want virtual coins?"
The other party only used one sentence to make Tim quickly withdraw his hand that was about to delete the friend.
Tim hurriedly looked around and soon saw a young man on the side of the road waving at him with a smile.
Without waiting for the other party to come over, the big boss who was in charge of the Apple Empire trotted forward. "Friend, do you have virtual coins?"
"Is it the currency in the virtual world?"
"Friend, are you sure you're not joking?"
Tim became extremely excited. A moment ago, he was preparing to go out into the wild to learn from Bear Grylls, and the next moment, someone took the initiative to come to him.
"Of course, other than this, what else is worth your attention?" The young man with the ID [Milky Way No.3] smiled and looked up and down at the blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigner again. However, it was not unusual for him to dress like a foreigner. Some Huaxia people also made themselves look like foreigners.
"Friend, I have to say that your observation is very sharp."
"I am really short of virtual coins." Tim lowered his voice and said, "How much do you have? I'll take it all."
Milky Way No.3 thought, "Your smooth and vivid movements when you walk, at first glance, it's the kind of top-grade primordial spirit suit. This suit alone costs 300,000 yuan. Of course my observation is sharp. If you're not a rich man who is willing to spend a lot of money on virtual coins, who else can be rich?"
Milky Way No.3 didn't rush to get to the point. "Boss, are you in Hua Xia or overseas?"
"Of course overseas. Is there a problem?"
Nowadays, holographic glasses and matching equipment were not sold overseas at all. This foreigner was able to get a full set of top-notch equipment, which showed how capable he was.
However, Milky Way No.3 had other concerns because of its overseas identity.
"Boss, you know that I'm from Hua Xia. That's why I only accept RMB. You can't pay directly overseas. "
"I can pay you in RMB directly." Tim rolled his eyes at the other party in dissatisfaction. You're so ignorant. Don't you know who I am?
"That's easy." Milky Way No.3 smiled even more happily. "Our ratio is one to five. How much do you want, Boss?"
Tim waved his hand. "100,000 first."
But as soon as he finished speaking, Tim felt that there was something wrong with the look in his eyes.
That look in his eyes was like …
Just like how he had once gone to the hospital to visit a poor employee who had suffered brain damage due to a work-related injury. His IQ had dropped from the original master's level to that of a ten-year-old child.
"Hehe ~ Boss, you really know how to joke." Galaxy No.3 stared at Tim for a long time before finally regaining his senses. "One hundred thousand?"
"Do you think I'm the administrator of the virtual world? At this stage, where can I create 100,000 virtual coins for you?"
"Then how much do you have?" Tim's face turned red. "I'll take all of it."
"Our team has nearly 20 people. At present, we can only gather 1,300. If you take all of it, I'll give you a 5% discount."
Tim asked how to make the transaction.
He still hadn't figured out the transaction mechanism of the virtual world because there was no transaction or transfer window on the personal information page. It was more like an electronic personal file that only recorded the user's current information.
Milky Way No.3 said that currently, transfers could only be done through the bank in the virtual world or through the ATM on the street.
But the transfer fee would be deducted. The fee was 1%, which the buyer had to bear.
Tim didn't care about the 1% transfer fee. He only cared about how he could ensure the safety of the transaction.
"Boss, this is your first time trading virtual coins online, right?" Milky Way No.3's tone was quite experienced. "For the first time when we were in a state of mutual unease, we would simply use the method of multiple transactions with the buyer to ensure the safety of the transaction."
"There's an ATM not far behind me. First, transfer me 50 virtual coins as a fee, and then tell me your account number. After I transfer the virtual coins to you, you transfer me another 50 points, and then I'll give you the virtual coins. "
"Repeat sixteen times, the transaction is complete."
Tim asked a particularly stupid question. "That's too much of a waste of time. Can't you transfer it over now?"
"Are you willing to pay first?"
"…" Tim shook his head. "Well then, the total is 6,500 yuan. Send me your account number, I'll ask my staff … I'll ask my friend to transfer it to you in batches."
Tim didn't care about the 6,500 yuan, even if there were two more zeros, but he cared about whether he was cheated.
As the CEO of the world's top technology company, he was actually hiding in the virtual world of his competitor and doing a small business with a nameless guy that was not even worth a single strand of hair.
This was very ridiculous.
But if he was cheated of such a small business, wouldn't it be even more ridiculous?
The more successful a person was, the more they couldn't allow themselves to have such a moment where their IQ went offline.
"That …"
"Boss, let me correct you."
"It's a total of 6,500 USD, not RMB." Milky Way No.3 smiled, thinking that this was the price for others, but for an overseas fat sheep like you, of course the currency had to be changed.
Tim felt like he was being cheated, and it wasn't a light one. "You just said that you don't accept USD."
Milky Way No.3 smiled calmly and said, "But we accept RMB according to the USD exchange rate."
…
Ten minutes later, Tim and Milky Way No.3 parted ways.
Tim pulled a long face and casually hailed a taxi operated by an NPC from the side.
After another twenty minutes, Tim came out of the official shopping area. At this time, the displeasure on his face had disappeared without a trace and was replaced by a triumphant smile. Because he was sitting on a retro BMW R-35 motorcycle.
This kind of antique motorcycle from World War II, equipped with a 4-speed manual transmission, was still very eye-catching even on the streets of Manhattan where supercars gathered.
Not to mention riding in a virtual world?
As soon as Tim, wearing a World War II flight jacket, and his motorcycle appeared on the street, countless virtual users went crazy. "Holy sh * t ~ Holy sh * t ~" The cheers were louder than the cheers at Justin's concert.
Who the hell is this?
At this moment, the dopamine in Tim's brain was crazily secreted.
At this moment, Tim felt like he was in the clouds.
The comfort and stimulation he got from the virtual world was ten times more comfortable than when he was at the Cupertino annual conference in October to announce the company's new generation of products.
The feeling of being rich was so good!
While riding the motorcycle, Tim hurriedly sent a message to Milky Way No.3, telling him not to sell the virtual currency he produced in the future to others, and that he wanted to cover all of it.
The latter replied with a smiling emoji, obviously not taking this boastful thing seriously.
Just as Tim was about to go out of the city for a stroll, his electronic watch vibrated slightly again, indicating that there was a new friend request.
Tim had just turned off the nearby video, otherwise, with his motorcycle blowing up the street, his friend request list would have received no less than 10,000 requests.
This meant that someone had added him by searching his user account.
After verification, Tim sent a voice message asking who the other party was.
"It's me, Anderton."
Tim hurriedly stopped the motorcycle and forced his excited brain to calm down.
The other party's name reminded Tim of the original intention of going to the virtual world this time.
The original intention was to understand the product projects of competitors. A few hours ago, not only did Apple send a few senior engineers into the virtual world, but other technology companies also sent representatives. This Anderton was the vice president of Google.
Just as Tim gradually calmed down, the friend requests popped up again, and there was more than one.
Microsoft, Facebook, Amazon, and so on …
After five hours of exploration and investigation, all the companies had basically come up with some very professional views.
They now needed and had to put aside their sectarian views and get together for an open and honest meeting to discuss.
The companies were distributed all over North America, so holding an online meeting was of course the easiest way.
But now, everyone felt that holding a meeting in the virtual world was more meaningful.
It just so happened that everyone was human, or maybe it was because the virtual world placed the overseas users in the same city. So after exchanging their identities, the CEOs of the companies were delighted to find that everyone was in the same city.
Of course, they had to find a quiet place for the meeting, so the meeting location was set to be half an hour later, at a coordinate on an electronic map outside the city.
Logically speaking, Tim had a retro BMW motorcycle, so he should arrive at the meeting location before any of his companions.
But Tim didn't do so.
It wasn't until a few minutes before the meeting began that Tim stepped on the gas pedal and rushed toward the predetermined coordinates when several presidents sent him messages urging him to hurry up. Vroom, vroom, vroom.
…
There were no surprises.
Tim, wearing a World War II flight jacket and high-top military boots, rode a brand-new World War II BMW R-35 motorcycle, and appeared at the meeting location in a cloud of dust. The other CEOs, who had arrived early and whose net worth was not much lower than Tim's, were stunned.
They looked back and forth between Tim and themselves in disbelief.
Especially the president of Facebook, when he stared at Tim's motorcycle, he couldn't hide his eagerness.
Tim stopped the motorcycle and turned off the engine. He jumped off the motorcycle, deliberately put on a smug expression, and said in a slightly low voice, "Sorry, I'm late.
"I've been thinking on the way here, and I think we must be closely united to have a chance to continue to survive."
The CEOs hurriedly gathered around. Although they said that they were having a meeting, their hands couldn't help but grab the motorcycle and touch it.
"Um … I have a question before the meeting.
"Where did you get the BMW?"
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