In such a gloomy weather, the commemoration ceremony of King Legend was held in Lincoln Town, Doudou City.

This great Chinese legend won the Presidential Medal of Freedom and entered the Bald Eagle Hall of Fame with Edison to become the 69th resident in American history. He defeated the blue giant ibm alone and established the world's largest computer company, the richest Chinese in the world and the fifth richest man in the United States, left the world forever, with his unsatisfactory wish.

He was not defeated by ibm, but his son, and the Chinese-style family thoughts in deep-sealed body.

In fact, in the later stage, he had two chances of turning. He seized the beginning but gave up the end.

After Fruit was listed in 1980, Qiao Bushen became a billionaire, Wang Zhuanqi, who could look down on Qiao Bushen, looked down on Fruit's achievements and he did not believe that personal PCs became the mainstream market. Later, ibm developed his own personal PC, and Wang Zhuanqi immediately followed up and developed a more selected machine "LuoSai".

But out of resentment towards ibm, he refused compatibility and chose to fight.

In 1985, he once interviewed Weiyuan Lid and Intel's Grove and other companies, hoping to establish an industrial alliance that completely abandons ibm. Lid was flattered at that time, but because Weiyuan's entire business came from Weiyuan's mother who served as the mother of ibm executives, Lid did not have the courage to challenge this blue giant.

At that time, Intel was also a little bit in front of Wang An Company. Grove once asked to see Wang Zhiqi with his own products. Wang Zhiqi unconcealedly mocked Intel's products as immature and childish failed products, which made Grove feel very shameful.

This anti-ibm alliance was not established after all, and this blue giant had too much influence on the Bald Eagle.

The most advanced computers that cannot integrate with more products on the market, and a arrogant second-generation ancestor, Wang'an's company fell down like this.

The gloomy sky made everything look like black and white, and the cold sea breeze blew from the sea dozens of kilometers away, with dampness and coldness.

The convoy slowly drove into the park and passed the black fruit man and dog sculpture. There were three small words engraved under the sculpture: The small flowers grow in the cracks on the wall, I picked you from the cracks on the wall, and held them in my hands with the roots and leaves. Little flowers, if I could understand everything about you, from head to root, I would understand God and man.

This is a famous poem by John's famous poet Alfreid Tennyson, the flowers in the crack of the wall.

Only Wang Chuanqi and his family were held here today. The entry of the convoy quickly attracted attention. After all, it was a large company ranked 100 in the United States. It was a big company that was not overturned. There were really many people attending the entire podium ceremony.

Funerals are used in Western style.

On the Dogwood Road near the cemetery, people gathered in front of a new tomb and were holding a Western-style memorial ceremony.

The man was already buried in peace, and Zhang Xingming was delayed for a while, but he didn't want to see the burial process.

Wang Chuanqi's tombstone is a whole piece of blue-gray granite, which is very large. The upper part of the monument is made into a round curve. In the middle is the logo of Wang An Company: ang, and there is a large word Wang engraved above the logo. There are two cypress trees next to it, which were planted by Wang Chuanqi and his wife. In the middle is the cemetery of Mrs. Wang's father.

Unlike in China, the tombstone on the Bald Eagle is actually standing behind the tomb, which looks like a European-style bedside head. If you walk to the monument, you must have stepped on the tomb and didn't run away. Because the tomb here has no grave bags and is well-decorated, just a flat stone is buried on the side of the road, carved with the name and date of the person, like the bed stool of the European-style bed.

A long queue of cars parked on the side of the road. Zhang Xingming got out of the car and looked up. It should be a cognitive problem. It may be because there is no grave, and the cemetery here does not have the gloomy feeling in China, but instead looks like a grassland in the park.

Zhang Xingming walked over and today he specially wore a black suit and a chrysanthemum on his chest.

Wang Chuanqi's eldest son came over and looked here in confusion. Zhang Xingming nodded at him and said, "Hello, Wang Lie? I'll pay homage to the old man first, and I'll talk to you later."

Wang Lie nodded, Zhang Xingming walked to the front of the tombstone, Su Yan and Xu Xiaoya put the freshness on the side of the stone strips on the side of the road, Zhang Xingming looked down and engraved on it: anang1920–1990.

Zhang Xingming stood in front, with four assistant girls in the second row, Li Chun and the seven third rows, bowing three times to the tombstone. On the other side of the convoy, more than 20 men in black were standing by the side of the car and watching here. It was Shami's people, who had been to join the Fifth Legion of the Gambino family.

Standing upright, Zhang Xingming looked at the tombstone, turned his head and nodded to Mrs. Wang who was standing aside and looking at him, and said, "Jie Ai, Mrs. Wang."

This is a kind old lady with a surname Qiu. She graduated from St. John's University in the old Shanghai. Before liberation, she came to Bald Eagle to study John's literature at Wesley Women's College. She is the chairman of the Citi Performing Arts Center. After Wang Chuanqi passed away, the old lady focused on managing the charitable funds left by her husband.

In her spare time, she likes to play mahjong and holds evening parties during the Chinese Spring Festival. She has worked hard for the spread of Chinese mahjong culture for the rest of her life.

Wang Chuanqi's tombstone faced the southwest. Zhang Xingming turned his head and looked over. The hillside was full of tall trees. A few hundred meters in a straight line were the home where he and his wife lived for most of their lives.

After the ceremony, there was no banquet. Everyone who came to see off said goodbye to go home. Wang Lie asked his younger brother to accompany his mother home. He got into Zhang Xingming's car and came to Lincoln Town. In fact, it was not too far, a few kilometers away.

The Wang Lie brothers are actually native to Lincoln Town. He can also speak Chinese, but in Shanghai dialect. Lao Wang and his wife are both from Shanghai dialect and came to Poston in their teenage years. It is not easy for the two children to speak Shanghai dialect.

I found a cafe casually, and Shami's people rudely cleared the scene. The boss took out a hunting rifle from the bar, but it became soft in front of the word Gambino. Su Yan threw a few dollars at the right time, and the boss admitted it. If it weren't for this, it would be impossible to clear the scene.

Wang Lie was a little uneasy. He looked quite tall and looked like his mother, not as pure as Mr. Wang.

Zhang Xingming ordered coffee and then put a piece of information in front of Wang Lie. This is all the information Wang Lie has since grown up and a share reselling agreement.

"In 1986, I had already sent someone to contact your father Mr. Wang. Unfortunately, for some reason, the cooperation I expected was not formed. And I just watched you take Wang'an Company step by step from the altar. Such a company that is considered strong in capital and technology, can you turn it to the brink of bankruptcy, which is also a kind of ability.

How much is the market value of Wang'an's company? 100 million US dollars? It has been nearly 60 times in three years. Wang Lie, you are indeed a talent. I can't understand how you made the decision to rob your customers now. Haven't you grown up? Forget it, it's meaningless to say that. I want Wang'an's company, all of them. Just call for a price."

Wang Lie's face turned red, and his eyes were full of unyielding anger, saying, "Wang'an's company will not fall. Now we still have more than one billion annual revenue. As long as my new product is listed, the stocks will rise back."
Chapter completed!