Chapter 2463

Yuan Yuan Wanqi stood in the center of the podium, holding the microphone, her posture elegant as she slowly scanned the entire room.

The entire venue suddenly fell into dead silence. In any other setting, no one would believe Yuan Yuan Wanqi's words; they would certainly assume she was joking.

But this was a press conference, with over a hundred reporters from the world's top media outlets present. Even if Yuan Yuan Wanqi had been kicked in the head by a donkey, she wouldn't make such a joke in this kind of setting.

More importantly, Sony's Executive Vice President, Kuniyoshi Yoshioka, was right there on the stage. Since he did not deny it, it proved that Yuan Yuan Wanqi had not been kicked by a donkey—what she said was the truth.

The domestic media reporters who realized this, including several patriotic Hong Kong reporters, had eyes that shone like lightbulbs, and the excitement on their faces could not be concealed no matter how hard they tried.

When Yuan Yuan Wanqi's gaze swept across the area where the Japanese reporters were sitting, it suddenly stopped. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, outlining a mocking sneer.

Although Yuan Yuan Wanqi was born and raised in Hong Kong, her concept of the motherland had gradually changed since she became the General Manager of Xiangjiang Qiudongfang.

Previously, she did not have much deep understanding or feeling for the motherland. However, as her contact with Zhou Andong increased, it made her begin to re-examine the relationship between herself and the motherland.

Zhou Andong's patriotism was well known to everyone, not just domestically, but even many people in Hong Kong knew about it. In particular, a passage Zhou Andong once said during an interview with Hong Kong media caused a huge sensation in Hong Kong and left a deep impression.

"Hong Kong—the river flows as before, the scenery of Victoria Peak remains undiminished. Just waiting for the day of homecoming, mother and son will share the national cause and share the glory of rejuvenation."

These words were like a bombshell, stirring up a thousand waves in Hong Kong society. Especially for those elderly people who had experienced the storms, Zhou Andong's words resonated strongly with them.

These elders had witnessed the rise and fall of Hong Kong, and their longing for the motherland and their persistence in the national cause made them unable to hold back tears of emotion after seeing Zhou Andong's words.

Yuan Yuan Wanqi only saw this interview later. When she read that passage from Zhou Andong, an indescribable feeling surged in her heart.

She began to re-examine her perception of the motherland and gradually understood that the motherland had extremely important significance for everyone with Chinese blood.

The motherland is the root, pride, and sense of belonging of the Chinese nation.

Therefore, the motherland is not just a geographical concept, but an emotional bond that closely connects us with our ancestors and history.

At the same time, the motherland is also a cultural heritage, allowing us to show our unique charm on the world stage. The motherland is even more of an identity, allowing us to stand tall no matter where we are.

And it took Yuan Yuan Wanqi less than two years to transform from indifference to love for the motherland.

Yuan Yuan Wanqi said with a smile on her face: "Xiangjiang Qiudongfang has reached a patent licensing agreement with Sony. Sony will pay a $16 patent fee for every VCD sold. Next, Xiangjiang Qiudongfang will pursue patent claims against VCD manufacturers such as Hitachi, Panasonic, and Siemens."

As soon as Yuan Yuan Wanqi finished speaking, the entire venue was in an uproar, as if a pot had exploded.

Paying a $16 patent fee for every VCD sold—how was this any different from robbery?

The VCD patent was actually in the hands of the Chinese. Before the foreigners could recover from this news, they heard that the patent fee for each VCD sold was as high as $16, and they all widened their eyes. How did they feel that the Chinese were more like robbers than they were?

As for the Japanese, they were extremely angry. They felt that Xiangjiang Qiudongfang was extorting them, which was intolerable, so they were angry for a moment, and then they were angry again.

But the most excited ones were the domestic reporters. When the Wan Yan VCD appeared like a dazzling meteor, the shock it triggered was like a powerful shockwave that swept through the entire Chinese technology industry.

This innovative achievement not only allowed people to see the rise of Chinese technology, but more importantly, it completely broke the awkward situation where China had long lacked high-tech products on the global technology stage.

However, just as people were immersed in this joy, an unexpected rumor spread like wildfire—Sony owned the VCD patent!

This rumor came aggressively, and surprisingly, no one questioned it. People began to discuss whether the Wan Yan VCD was really an achievement independently developed by the Chinese. If so, why was the patent in Sony's hands?

Now it seems that Sony is just a thief. After the press conference, Sony will become the laughingstock of the world.

Mainly because the VCD patent is in the hands of Xiangjiang Qiudongfang, and the boss behind Xiangjiang Qiudongfang is suspected to be Zhou Andong, so the person who really holds the VCD patent is actually Zhou Andong.

"Master!" The young girl's excited little face flushed red, and her eyes sparkled: "The VCD patent is actually in our hands. We get a $16 patent fee for every VCD sold.

Now it's just Sony, but there are also Hitachi, Panasonic, and so on. How much money will Xiangjiang Qiudongfang collect in patent fees!"

The young man also sighed inwardly. He didn't know how Zhou Andong got the patent from Wan Yan, but he had to admire Zhou Andong's foresight in keeping the patent in his own hands.

Yuan Yuan Wanqi turned to look at Kuniyoshi Yoshioka and said with a smile: "President Yoshioka, do you have anything you would like to say to our reporter friends?"

The muscles on Kuniyoshi Yoshioka's face twitched, and he managed to force a smile: "I won't waste any more time. Let's sign the contract first."

"Alright!" Yuan Yuan Wanqi looked regretful, put the microphone aside, and then picked up a pen to sign her name on the contract.

After signing the contract in duplicate, Yuan Yuan Wanqi and Kuniyoshi Yoshioka each took a copy and then shook hands.

"President Yoshioka, happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation!" Kuniyoshi Yoshioka said, then turned and left without giving the reporters a chance to react.

"Master!" The young girl said with some dissatisfaction: "Aren't the Japanese supposed to be humble and polite? Why do they seem so impolite now, just leaving like that?"

The young man sneered: "The Japanese have always known small courtesies but lack great righteousness, are particular about minor details but lack great virtue, value trifles while ignoring shame, fear power but do not cherish virtue; when strong, they are bandits, and when weak, they are servile."

"Mm-hmm!" The young girl nodded her head vigorously, then gave a thumbs up: "Brilliant!"

"I think you're a sycophant!" The young man said irritably: "When it's time for the Q&A session later, you will be the one to ask the questions. Listen to me carefully, think about what questions to ask, and make sure to grasp the key points. Don't just ask about trivial matters!"

Hearing this, the young girl was surprised. She pointed to her nose and asked suspiciously: "Me? Master, I might not have heard clearly just now. Are you saying that during the Q&A session, you want me to ask the questions?"

The young man nodded and answered affirmatively: "That's right, it's you!"

After receiving confirmation, the young girl's face immediately bloomed with an excited smile, and her eyes sparkled as if there were countless stars twinkling. She didn't care about key points or anything else. At this moment, she only had one thought in her mind: she must seize this opportunity to ask whether the boss of Xiangjiang Qiudongfang was really Zhou Andong.