Reborn in America, I'm serious about making money.

As 1993 was drawing to a close, Qcomm announced that CDMA handsets had officially entered production and were beginning small-scale mass production in North America.

"This is good news," Zhang San said on the phone, speaking to someone in London. "We should improve the CDMA mobile phone network and base stations."

Zhang San, who was busy setting up a hospital in Shanghai, asked Jin Cheng Communications there to promote CDMA phones. However, he knew that if he promoted them normally, it would definitely be opposed by people in Europe. This was because CDMA was not yet a standard, much less the European GSM standard. The European GSM standard, which Europe was so proud of, would be attacked if it was operated by this non-standard standard.

However, it's best to test it in London first. The CDMA network has many advantages, and these advantages will become even more prominent when 3G is released. In 4G and 5G, they will all rely on the CDMA network.

Many people may not understand why CDMA networks have become more advantageous as time goes on. The reason is that in the later stages, all the underlying patents of the network were CDMA networks.

They'll have to pay patent fees to C-Network, and they'll probably have to keep paying them indefinitely. Otherwise, why can a company with only one patent wall earn tens of billions of dollars? Those are all patent licensing fees.

Moreover, when it comes to Wi-Fi, a lot of investment is required, and patent taxes are also levied.

Zhang San has been secretly using his money to buy shares in these future high-tech companies, and then distributing these shares across many funds.

In addition to these, he also bought some fruit company stock during the fruit company's downturn.

Now that we have CDMA phones, the base stations can be installed quickly. These CDMA base stations are developed under license. European base stations are mostly GSM, so we have to develop our own CDMA base stations. The principles are the same, so production is naturally easy.

Zhang San's marketing plan is that it's green, low in radiation, and better for pregnant women, young people, and children.

The mobile phones we use now use nickel-cadmium batteries, which run out of power after just a few calls. For analog mobile phones like the "Big Brother" (or "Big Brother" phones), the standby time is practically nonexistent.

"Allen, I'm in Shanghai, yes, in that mysterious Eastern country. Are you coming over?... Or let's go to Beijing instead. It's the capital city, with a long and rich history."

At Zhang San's urging, the trio decided to spend Christmas in Beijing.

"I should buy a courtyard house, otherwise it won't reflect the everyday life of Chinese people. I'll just place the order."

However, when he went to Beijing, he received a call from Robert. During the call, Robert mentioned that "Dinosaur" would be postponed to the summer and asked him about the release date.

"Let's schedule it for early June, and the big ship for early August. That way, there will be a two-month gap, so it won't interfere with each other."

"The large ship will also be delayed..."

"Then let's do it in the summer of 1995."

He didn't care about these things; it didn't matter if things dragged on a bit longer. After arranging everything, his transport plane came in handy again during the peak passenger season at the end of the year.

They set off for Beijing in a large group. After receiving the news, Stephen Business's branch sent a convoy to the airport.

"Wow, is that a new Mercedes from last year? There are three of them in this country! Who's that rich?"

A blond-haired man who had just come out of the airport exclaimed in surprise; his companions, men and women traveling in Beijing, also gasped in astonishment.

It's not that this car doesn't exist in Beijing, it's just that it's very novel. Porsches are available in Beijing now, let alone Mercedes-Benzes.

Just as they were marveling at the scene, they stared wide-eyed as a large group of people emerged from inside. There were nearly fifty people in total, with men in black wearing sunglasses pulling suitcases. They came out in an orderly fashion, with a young man in the middle of the group, accompanied by two women in down jackets and four white bodyguards in front and behind.

This scene, even in the capital city at this time, was considered to be of a very high standard.

"Who is that person, acting so high-profile?"

"Yeah, that's so cool."

"So awesome!"

"He's not the son of some high-ranking official, is he? I think he's Chinese."

The group of foreign tourists who were just screaming in surprise suddenly fell silent. They knew that this was a rich person, and a very rich one at that, who could afford to spend money to create such a spectacle. Ordinary people couldn't do that.

Foreigners know that you shouldn't offend rich people unless you're suicidal. In North America, you can criticize the president, but that's all you can do. Even if you do something wrong, the president has a temper, you know?

The director who made Fahrenheit 9/11 only made one film and then disappeared from the public eye; I imagine his fate probably wasn't good.

Offending the rich could mean a fate worse than death; as the ancients said, "The common people don't fight with officials, and the poor don't fight with the rich." The words of our ancestors never lie.

On the way, Zhang San asked the Beijing manager who had come to pick him up, "Have you found a courtyard house yet?"

"Boss, it's all bought. It's a location near the capital, and it cost quite a bit."

"It's okay, can I stay now?" Zhang San didn't care about the money, he only cared about whether he could stay. Otherwise, Allen would think that he was doing very poorly in mainland China! He couldn't let his cheap brother-in-law think that he was not doing well, otherwise he would start talking about it again.

"Not yet..."

"No way!? Then find the best contractor, pay more, and have them work overnight to make it livable. A week should be enough, around December 23rd. The rest of the renovations can be done later..."

Although Zhang San spoke casually, the manager was already sweating profusely.

"Boss, don't worry, I'll arrange it as soon as possible."

Zhang San didn't dwell on the matter and said, "Let's buy a few more courtyard houses; I have so many people to take care of."

"Yes, boss, don't worry, leave this to me."

Today, a hotel catering to foreign guests on Chang'an Avenue received a big order for 60 people. This made them very excited but also troubled, because they didn't have enough rooms.

Seeing this, Zhang San said to the manager next to him, "It seems that there is still a lot of potential to be tapped in the hotels in Beijing. We can invest in a few hotels here, whether they are starred or not."

Some people nearby laughed when they heard Zhang San's words, thinking to themselves, "This guy is really arrogant, he actually wants to invest in several hotels."

The receptionists didn't laugh; instead, they seemed a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Stephen, we have made the arrangements. The room will be ready soon. Please wait a moment."

Those who came to check in and check out simply remarked on how kind the lobby managers and front desk staff were.

Soon, the front desk made the arrangements, and Zhang San gestured to Team Leader Luo to have them come and collect their room keys.

Suddenly, fifty men in sunglasses and black suits stood up in the lounge area and walked towards the front desk...