Chapter 546: That Day Will Come
"In fact, beyond consumer purchasing power, the success of this product launch also came from how we controlled production costs, which made our products highly competitive. And vidoo's market impact doesn't stop there."
Su Yuanshan pulled a fax from his briefcase and handed it to Jobs. "This came in this morning. It's a pricing adjustment report from other domestic brands. As you can see, after the launch of vidoo5M, nearly every brand, regardless of model, has lowered its prices to undercut ours."
As he spoke, Su couldn't help but feel an indescribable satisfaction.
He had worked tirelessly to make Farcore a premium brand that the market would accept—"the most expensive, yet most desirable." There had been all sorts of "marketing tricks" along the way… but in the end, it was the tech itself that truly justified the price.
Aside from phones encrusted with gold and diamonds, no other brand in the domestic market was pricier than Farcore.
"At this rate… are you planning to take over the North American market?" Jobs asked evenly, looking back up at Su after reading the fax.
"Of course," Su answered honestly, without a hint of hesitation. "In my eyes, there's only one worthy opponent in this market—and that's Apple."
That made Jobs smile for the first time during their talk—and also stirred a faint pang of regret.
Ever since meeting Su Yuanshan the previous year, Jobs had changed his view of the mobile phone market. Originally, he had intended to ride the wave of mobile communications and use Apple's renowned design abilities to launch a unique phone, which could help pull Apple out of its financial mire.
But after hearing Su's ideas and agreeing with his vision for the future of phones, Jobs decided to wait.
He believed that launching a phone now would do nothing to showcase Apple's real strengths. In his mind, the true "next generation" phone had already taken shape—it would be a revolutionary product. But the tech wasn't ready yet.
So, Jobs had decided to keep his focus on the traditional PC market and push forward with the development of tablet devices in collaboration with Farcore's chip team.
When the time was right, he would shake the world with a single product.
But now… Farcore was already leading the charge into the digital era. That did make him nervous. Could Apple still beat Farcore in the consumer electronics race?
"Well, good luck." Jobs quickly regained his composure and nodded politely. "Apple doesn't currently intend to compete with Farcore."
Su was a bit surprised.
He knew Apple's secrecy game was legendary, but lying straight to his face? That didn't seem like Jobs.
"You're really not planning to enter the phone market?"
"No," Jobs said calmly, locking eyes with him.
Su scratched his head, silently thinking, That doesn't make sense… shouldn't you be starting iPhone development by now?
He stared blankly for a moment, then chuckled. "That's a shame. I've always thought Apple's aesthetic was irreplaceable. A world without Apple in the phone industry… just wouldn't feel complete."
Jobs looked at him, a little stunned, then genuinely amused.
This guy's dangerous, he thought. He gives compliments better than anyone, and somehow, they always sound sincere—even better than those sycophants who butter me up for a living.
That day will come, Jobs told himself silently.
Then, he casually shifted the topic to MP3s. In his view, MP3 players were a better fit for Apple's design DNA and the perfect entry point to gain a quick foothold in the digital market.
Su didn't hold back either. He shared Farcore's plans for flash memory development and their projections. From Su's perspective, Farcore was never meant to be a consumer electronics brand for products like MP3s, USB drives, or even future SSDs.
Instead, its goal was always to provide core technologies: flash memory chips and controller solutions. So if Apple wanted to enter the MP3 market, Su would gladly support it.
Finally, Su brought up the possibility of shifting Apple's production to Farcore's OEM industrial park. As he put it, Apple had unmatched design and vision, while Farcore had outstanding execution and cost efficiency. If Apple used Farcore's facilities, it would be a match made in heaven.
This time, Jobs didn't deflect. He clearly stated that the next-generation Apple tablet would be trial-manufactured at Farcore's factory.
By 5 PM, both men instinctively glanced at their watches.
At that moment, Jobs's assistant entered and quietly announced that a representative from the Discovery Channel had arrived.
Su stood up and smiled. "If I had to guess… they're probably hoping we'll agree to do a show together."
"A show?" Jobs frowned, surprised. He looked sharply at Su.
"To be honest, I was invited first." Su sipped his coffee slowly, carefully choosing his words to avoid triggering resistance. "They thought a discussion between two innovators might be interesting for the public."
Inwardly, though, he sighed.
Jobs wasn't easy to get close to.
…
After Su left, Jobs returned to his office.
He was always a workaholic. The only reason he had given so much time today was because he genuinely liked Su—not because they were business partners.
"Bob," he called, just as his assistant was about to close the door.
Bob turned, puzzled.
"Do you think Discovery Channel was invited by Su Yuanshan?" Jobs asked calmly.
Bob only paused a second before smiling and nodding.
Jobs chuckled too.
This guy… too clever by half.
"Looks like Farcore really does want to use this to break into the North American phone market," he murmured. "What do you think? Should we follow, or sit back and watch?"
Bob froze.
Since when does Steve ask for advice?
But then he realized—Jobs wasn't really asking. He just wanted to hear another voice.
After a few seconds of silence, Bob quietly shut the door.
"Jobs, we can do it."
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Chapter 547: Su Yuanshan's Front Stage
May 7th, Santa Clara Convention Center.
Built a decade ago, the Santa Clara Convention Center was still the only large-scale, professional venue in Silicon Valley equipped to host major exhibitions, conferences, forums, and product launches. Just a few days prior, it had wrapped up a major forum organized by the W3C (World Wide Web Consortium), where hundreds of internet companies from around the globe gathered to discuss the security and cross-platform development of web languages—particularly XML and CCS.
XML required little introduction. As a markup language for data description and exchange, it had already garnered support from major software players like Microsoft, IBM, and Xinghai. It was also gaining traction among newer internet companies such as EasyBook, eso, Yahoo, and AOL. The future of XML looked very bright.
CCS, on the other hand, was in a more awkward position. As a scripting language derived from "cc language"—a compact, object-oriented language originally developed by Professor Su Xinghe's team for microcontrollers and embedded systems—it had gained open-source traction. It was now supported by several internet companies like Xinghai, and had evolved into ccScript to meet modern web demands.
Unlike XML, CCS now had a formidable rival: JavaScript.
Yes, Sun had finally (albeit slowly) released Java and JavaScript.
At the forum, much of the discussion centered on whether the industry should adopt a single, unified scripting standard.
As expected, no real consensus was reached.
You see, the people shaping the internet at this time were deeply romantic in their ideals. No one judged CCS for its humble origins. In fact, because of the openness of the cc ecosystem in recent years, CCS had attracted even more loyal users than Java, the more prestigious newcomer.
And therein lay the problem.
Because of the romanticism of internet culture, the consensus was: if two languages can't be objectively ranked by functionality, then the market should decide. In short, use whatever you like. No person or organization had the authority to declare one obsolete.
(cc language—you may have forgotten it, but I haven't. In this fictional setting, it's basically China's version of Java, just released earlier… and better suited for embedded and web development.)
…
Backstage at the product launch, Ding Lei and Pony Ma chatted with Su Yuanshan. After updating him on the recent forum discussions, the two headed out to greet the many internet industry guests arriving.
"Five minutes to go. Senior, let's run through it again," Su said, glancing at his watch. Through a gap in the curtain, he could see Zhou Xiaohui and Carrie mingling with tech industry elites—including Gates, Jobs, and Motorola CEO Ellison. All of them were present.
Originally, Su hadn't wanted Zhou Xiaohui to fly in. But Chen Jing, ever thorough, had insisted she come—with nearly half of Farcore's administrative center in tow—to help Su prepare the venue and manage VIPs.
As always, Chen had thought one step ahead.
After all, whenever Su came to Silicon Valley, he was usually accompanied by Zhou Xiaohui. In many ways, she was his stand-in. Without her here, Su would have been swamped.
"You nervous?" Wang Rui teased, holding a copy of the speech. "That's not like you."
"Ugh, don't joke around." Su pursed his lips, looked away from the crowd, and took a deep breath. "The turnout's bigger than I expected."
The launch date had been set months ago—long before they knew the W3C forum would be held at the same venue just days prior. They certainly hadn't anticipated so many top internet executives would stick around for Farcore's event.
"You talk about the internet all the time," Wang Rui said with a smile. "But you underestimated its power to amplify a message."
He too was nervous, though he masked it well—after all, his role was limited to the opening and closing remarks. "After we released our sales numbers, the official website's traffic spiked tenfold. And most of that was overseas."
"Hmm… I misjudged." Su Yuanshan was always open to self-reflection. He had scheduled the U.S. launch a week after the domestic one partly to underscore his Silicon Valley visit and partly because he didn't believe global live streaming was feasible just yet.
In other words, he'd underestimated Farcore's influence in the tech world.
Farcore was no longer some rabbit hiding in the mainland, pretending to lack ambition.
"Luckily, our launch video hasn't leaked, and only domestic media have reported on it… otherwise, I don't even know what I'd say to the press here."
"Too late. Some North American reviewers have already gotten their hands on the phones and posted teardown analyses. It's just that the impact hasn't gone mainstream—yet." Wang Rui glanced at his watch, reviewed his opening again, and then headed onstage.
With a warm welcome from Zhou Xiaohui, Wang Rui—introduced as Farcore's Global Business President—delivered a concise speech, thanking everyone for attending.
"And now, please welcome the founder of Farcore and Director of the Farcore Scientific Committee, Mr. Su Yuanshan, to present our latest product."
There had been some debate over how to introduce Su.
His formal title at the company was still "Executive Assistant to the Chairman," which technically ranked lower than Wang Rui. But that title didn't carry the weight of his reputation.
Su himself didn't care for corporate titles. In the end, they chose to present him as both the founder and head of the Scientific Committee—labels that better reflected his genius.
After all, many in the audience were here to see him.
Straightening the suit that Ye Rudai had personally ironed, Su Yuanshan took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage.
As the spotlight found him, a ripple of applause began—first from the back, then spreading quickly forward like a wave.
Must be a planted clap, Su thought, stepping to the center with a smile.
"Good evening, everyone. I'm Su Yuanshan."
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Chapter 548: How Much
"First, thank you all for coming." Su Yuanshan set aside the microphone and gave a slight bow to the audience. When the applause quieted, he smiled and looked back at the crowd, recalling Chen Jing's advice: This is a product launch. Focus on the product. This is not a keynote, and it's definitely not a tech summit.
She knew him well.
Su Yuanshan's strongest suit was entering through the technical door and expanding outward into industry-wide discourse. How strong? If he got going on a technical topic, he could talk for hours without a script—flawlessly.
"I noticed that among the guests today, in addition to folks from the communications and electronics sectors, there are quite a few friends from the internet world," Su said, his gaze falling on a group toward the middle and back—where Pony Ma, Ding Lei, and Ye Rudai sat like well-behaved juniors behind the rows filled with veterans of legacy hardware enterprises. Just two days ago, they were the ones hosting events in this very venue.
"Coincidentally, our first product today is deeply tied to the internet."
He clasped his hands at his waist and turned slightly toward the screen behind him.
From the front corner of the stage, Wang Rui manually advanced the PowerPoint slides—there was no such thing yet as a wireless presentation remote, so coordination like this had to be done the "old-school" way.
In previous launches, presenters would operate slides themselves from the podium. None had ever stood mid-stage to talk like Su was doing now.
As the next slide came up, a real-life photo of Farcore's MP3 player appeared on the screen.
It looked about the size of a cigarette case. On the bottom half was a circular pad formed by four directional buttons, with a perfectly centered, visually flawless round main button in the middle.
Above that was a 15x40mm LCD screen.
Its entire body was smooth, rounded—no sharp edges anywhere.
Su nodded toward Wang Rui again, who clicked to the next slide. Now the underside of the device was shown. Aside from a 3.5mm headphone jack, there was only a microUSB port for charging and data transfer.
Su stepped toward the podium, picked up the MP3 player, and walked to center stage again.
"During development, we simply called it the 'MP3 player.' But now, it has a name: iMusic."
"As the name implies, it's designed to play music in MP3 format—content born on the internet."
"It uses the highest-density flash memory currently available. Theoretical capacity: up to 512MB."
…
As Su explained, the screen displayed iMusic's full specs.
"Compared to traditional portable music players, its advantages are obvious. You can swap songs easily, customize your playlist on the fly."
"It also functions as a USB storage device—perfect for transferring data."
"And one small apology—because we believe music is private, something to be enjoyed, iMusic doesn't have external speakers. It only works with headphones. So, unfortunately, we can't demo it live."
But the next moment, Wang Rui inserted a brief video from the laptop—on screen, an iMusic was shown being powered on. Simultaneously, the venue speakers played Für Elise.
"Oh… that was unexpected," Su said with a shrug and a grin.
The audience chuckled, then applause broke out again.
Su took a slow breath, hands clasped behind his back. "Today, I can proudly announce: this is the world's first product to take content born on the internet and bring it into the real world."
A loud voice rang out from the audience.
"How much?!"
That single shout opened the floodgates—dozens of younger audience members started shouting too.
Su spotted them easily—it was Ding Lei, Pony Ma, and their group stirring things up.
"Three hundred ninety-nine U.S. dollars."
As the words left his mouth, the whistles began.
…
In the front row, Bill Gates leaned back, legs crossed, smiling at Su Yuanshan—though he occasionally glanced sideways at Jobs, seated just beyond Carrie, who sat between them like a literal human firewall.
Apple and Microsoft were famously at odds.
Gates noticed that ever since the iMusic was unveiled, Jobs's face had been serious—tinged with surprise.
Gates knew exactly why.
Though more of a software guy, he still had a sharp sense of product aesthetics. He'd seen the iMusic in Seattle, even tested it.
And honestly? It was revolutionary—both in design and functionality.
Sensing Gates's stare, Jobs frowned slightly and turned his head—just in time to meet Carrie's eyes.
After a brief pause, Jobs tilted his head and spoke softly. "Miss Carrie."
"Yes?"
"Has Xinghai been authorized by Farcore to distribute this product?"
Jobs knew Farcore and Xinghai were both founded by Su Yuanshan and often shared technology and cross-licensing agreements.
"You mean the iMusic?" Carrie smiled and shook her head. "No."
"Hmm…" Jobs nodded and turned his gaze back to the stage, leaving his thoughts unsaid.
Onstage, Su was introducing the second product: the vidoo5 mobile phone.
Its design? A flip phone.
To Jobs, it was practically offensive. A devout minimalist, he considered flip phones a sin against geometric purity.
Guess I'll have to teach the market what true geometry means, Jobs thought, his fingers tightening slightly.
Just then, a new wave of whistles and applause snapped him back.
He looked up. The screen showed the MP3 and the phone, joined by a large plus sign. Then an equals sign. Then a question mark.
Su Yuanshan lifted the vidoo5M high overhead.
The spotlight threw his shadow onto the backdrop, obscuring the question mark.
"Friends, this time—I can show you live."
With a grin, he placed the mic near the phone and enabled speaker mode.
A song began playing through the venue's sound system.
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Chapter 549: Ymico
"Everyone who hopes for the future has probably asked themselves this at least once—could there be a device that satisfies all our needs for a rich, spiritual life?"
"As a tech company, this is something we think about constantly: what kind of product can carry our vision of the future?"
Su Yuanshan held the phone firmly in one hand as Wang Rui continued displaying its detailed specifications on the screen.
"Not long ago, I read a book called The Road Ahead. In it, the author predicted various scenes from the future—and coincidentally, our product today overlaps with some of those visions."
"Let me reintroduce the Vidoo5M and its key differences from the standard Vidoo5 model. Though they share the same exterior, the internal technologies are worlds apart."
Su then began walking through the full tech breakdown of the Vidoo5M—its battery capacity, storage, and most importantly, its processing capabilities.
"It features our most advanced SOC chip to date, the YX3133. Alongside it, we've integrated a new operating system: Ymico, a micro OS that supports the cc programming language. This means it provides a lightweight software platform, enabling developers to create and run a wide array of programs directly on the phone."
"And yes, it also supports GPRS internet access—meaning you can even send and receive emails."
At this line, Su paused and scanned the front row, letting his gaze linger on Bill Gates for a moment.
In that second, he noticed the flicker of surprise in Gates's eyes.
Smart guy, Su thought.
The entire room fell into a quiet, contemplative silence.
Su had already been speaking for over an hour, but he didn't feel tired at all. In fact, he was growing more and more energized—though, mixed with that energy, was a trace of regret.
Because in truth, this phone was still just a transitional product.
The Ymico system was far from mature, and the powerful YX3133 chip was being underutilized. The flash storage was still soldered to the board, and they hadn't had time to implement TF card expandability.
Still, the phone had more than enough to be proud of.
For instance, it was one of the first to adopt a microUSB port for both charging and data transfer, making it a true multipurpose tool—a convergence of utility and entertainment.
It also debuted polymer lithium batteries, granting it high endurance without sacrificing the sleek, flexible body design.
…
"And finally, its price is…"
Su turned his back to the audience and faced the big screen.
A simple animation played, revealing the price one digit at a time, scrolling left to right.
First came the dollar sign. Then the digit "1."
As soon as the number one appeared, the crowd buzzed—cheering and whistling. Everyone was thinking the same thing: it wasn't going to be $10,000. That meant the cap would be somewhere in the $1,000 range. Maybe $1999?
And in Silicon Valley, that was entirely acceptable.
The animation paused, just as Su turned back around and faced the crowd. He honestly couldn't tell whether the cheers were coming from planted hype-men or genuine enthusiasm.
But who cared? If people were clapping—then keep performing.
With his hands behind his back, he smiled and asked, "What would you like the second number to be?"
The entire audience shouted in unison: "Zero!"
"You're all terrible," Su chuckled, then nodded at the control station.
The second digit appeared.
Another "1."
When the full price was revealed—$1199—the venue exploded.
(Correction from a previous chapter: the exchange rate was off; the accurate figure should be based on this price.)
…
In the front row, Motorola CEO Ellison sat beside Jobs. Upon seeing the final price, he visibly flinched.
His first reaction was near outrage. How could it be this cheap?!
$1199. For a product with these specs? It was outrageously low.
Ellison couldn't help but suspect that Farcore was dumping products below cost just to break into the North American market.
But then he calmed down.
There was no need for suspicion. The RMB was still weakening against the dollar, which meant the cost could indeed be kept low.
Besides, Farcore controlled everything in-house—from chip design to fabrication to assembly.
The only major external component was likely the screen.
Exhaling quietly, Ellison sat back and waited for the event to end.
"Thank you all for coming. See you next time."
Su Yuanshan gave a final bow and exited the stage amid a storm of applause.
…
The launch was over—but Farcore's battle to conquer the North American market had just begun.
Luckily, it was no longer Su's battle to fight alone.
Wang Rui's visa was valid for six months, which meant he'd be based here for quite a while.
From distribution channels to retail partnerships to customs procedures—most of the groundwork had been laid, but the real logistics were just beginning.
As for Su Yuanshan, he stayed behind to personally thank each of the big-name attendees.
"That was a great launch," Bill Gates said, shaking his hand warmly. "Next time, I'll take notes from you."
"Ha, don't tease me. I was just nervous, pacing around like an idiot." Su smiled, knowing Gates was referring to his relaxed, unscripted stage presence—far from the rigid corporate style of most CEOs. "By the way, I think PowerPoint could use an upgrade."
"Oh?" Gates raised an eyebrow.
"For instance, add a wireless laser remote control. That way, presenters could flip slides from center stage without needing a partner at the laptop."
Su shrugged. "Or maybe I'll just invent one myself."
Gates thought for a second, then nodded. "That's a great idea. I'll be waiting."
"…You're serious?" Su smirked. "Honestly, I thought you'd ask me about the Ymico system."
"I was going to." Gates's expression turned thoughtful. "Since we both agree smartphones are heading toward full intelligence, a lightweight OS is essential."
"Exactly," Su replied with full candor. "Have you started developing one?"
Gates paused, then slowly shook his head. "All I can say right now is… I don't know if we should."
The answer was awkwardly phrased, but Su understood.
Of course Gates knew a smartphone OS would be critical in the future. But Microsoft simply didn't have the bandwidth at the moment.
They were laser-focused on developing the next version of Windows. Windows 95 had been a major breakthrough, but far from a final victory.
Apple was still alive. Jobs had returned. And Linux? That movement wasn't going anywhere.
Most importantly—any real entry into the smartphone space would require Microsoft to dive in fully and abandon much of Windows's legacy code.
And that… was a leap Gates hadn't yet decided to make.
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Chapter 550: The True Nature of Farcore
In Su Yuanshan's previous life, Microsoft didn't fully commit to mobile operating systems until well into the 2010s. By then, their dominance in desktop operating systems had long been established—or rather, they had only begun considering mobile systems seriously once they felt safe enough in the PC domain.
Microsoft's approach was grandiose. First, they partnered with the once-mighty but now-declining Nokia to launch the LUMIA series phones running Windows Phone OS. When that failed to gain traction, they outright acquired Nokia's mobile division along with a host of patents.
But by then, it was too late.
In this life, Su Yuanshan didn't know whether Microsoft would make their move earlier. But he did know this: unless Microsoft began now—immediately, decisively, and with full commitment—to form a deep, all-in partnership with a smartphone company and abandon their "legacy code" baggage and old platform habits...
They had no chance of catching up to Farcore's pace in mobile OS development.
Farcore's mobile OS team had been around for three years already. And for all three years, they'd been laser-focused on one thing: the intelligent smartphone.
…
After saying goodbye to the major guests, Su Yuanshan headed to the VIP lounge, where Motorola CEO Ellison had been waiting patiently.
Su was genuinely pleased to see Ellison had stayed. In the communications industry, Motorola's position at the time was akin to IBM in the computer world. In wireless communications in particular, Motorola had achieved countless firsts. They were undeniably a titan.
Compared to Motorola, Farcore was still a junior. And not just any junior—a troublemaking one, constantly challenging Motorola's market share in mainland China.
"Mr. Ellison, sorry to keep you waiting."
Su walked briskly into the lounge and shook Ellison's hand warmly, wearing a big, welcoming smile.
"No trouble at all," Ellison replied.
They hadn't met before, and due to their competitive relationship, there hadn't been much interaction between them. But Farcore had never stopped reaching out to the industry's giants.
Qin Weimin and Wang Rui had led a dedicated team over the years, tirelessly lobbying and pitching Farcore's YX architecture to communications companies around the world.
So even though the two firms were direct competitors in some markets, there was no hostility in the air.
"Mr. Su, I'm here not only to see your new products with my own eyes," Ellison said after a brief round of pleasantries, "but also to discuss the possibility of exchanging and cooperating on certain communications technology patents."
In truth, Motorola had maintained a decent performance in China. Among imported brands, it led in market share and brand value. And, over the years, its competition with Farcore in China had proven one thing: Farcore was a fair, respectable rival.
They didn't use their home advantage to play dirty. In fact, Farcore had even cooperated with Motorola and Siemens to maintain price stability and avoid destructive competition.
So in the Chinese market, everyone was making money peacefully. That's why Ellison had finally agreed to meet Su Yuanshan in person.
Of course, what Ellison didn't know was that… if it weren't for Farcore, the entire Chinese market would've been theirs.
Su nodded as Ellison spoke and answered without hesitation, "No problem. All of our technology and patents are open for licensing."
His straightforwardness caught Ellison off guard.
A tech company this generous? Ellison thought.
Sensing the man's doubt, Su smiled and asked, "Mr. Ellison, can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Do you think Farcore is a technology manufacturing company?"
"Certainly," Ellison replied, thinking isn't that obvious?
"Heh, most people are confused by our behavior," Su laughed. "But in truth, Farcore isn't a manufacturing firm at heart—we're a technology support company."
"We don't just want to make good products. We want our technologies and ideals to be universally adopted."
He glanced to the northeast—toward Washington, D.C.—and a subtle smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
He was thinking of the Wassenaar Arrangement, which was slowly creeping into view.
"We've always believed that technological progress should serve the public, serve the world, and transcend borders."
It was a politically correct statement—so correct that Ellison could only nod in agreement. "Yes."
"So if your company needs any patents or technical support, feel free to contact our patent office directly. We're happy to assist," Su said warmly. Then, with a grin, he added, "But Mr. Ellison, while I'm at it, may I suggest you consider our YX architecture as well?"
"YX architecture?"
"Yes. We've already entered our third generation. The YX architecture now fully integrates baseband processing and will soon support more advanced functions," Su said seriously. "Frankly, whether it's your company, Siemens, or Ericsson, in terms of integrated chip design, you're lagging behind."
"You mean you want us to use your chips?" Ellison frowned slightly, visibly surprised.
"Either the chips—or license the architecture." Su nodded again.
"…"
"Mr. Ellison, I mentioned earlier—Farcore is a technology support company. We started making phones only because we didn't have a better way to prove our concepts."
He smiled again. "We'd also be happy if you chose Farcore's OEM facility as your manufacturing partner."
Ellison was intrigued.
Su didn't seem concerned at all about trust issues—despite the fact that no company would trust a supplier who also made competing products.
Su's attitude suggested that he believed someone out there would willingly hand their throat over.
Was Su Yuanshan that naive?
Of course not. And no one was that naive.
At least, not Motorola.
Motorola might be behind in chip integration, but they weren't so far behind as to be desperate.
Which meant…
Ellison's eyes flashed. Suddenly, he asked, "Is Farcore planning to spin off its phone division?"
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