My son is a reincarnated soul; I overheard his inner thoughts and became the richest man.

"Hello, Mr. Chen!"

"Hello, Mr. Lin!"

"My name is Zhao Ya, and I graduated from the Marketing Department of Fudan University. Previously, I worked for four years in the marketing department of a well-known domestic PC giant, serving as a senior marketing manager for the East China region..."

In the conference room of Fengtian Technology, a woman dressed in a smart business suit, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, was sitting opposite, confidently and poisedly introducing herself.

Although Zhao Ya is young, her resume is quite impressive.

A graduate of Fudan University, and having spent four years working in the marketing department of a top company like Lenovo, rising to the position of regional manager, he is absolutely qualified to serve as the marketing director of Fengtian Technology, both in terms of vision and practical experience.

Chen Feng casually posed several pointed questions about channel development and brand positioning, to which Zhao Ya not only answered fluently but also offered some unique insights.

Chen Feng and Lin Wan exchanged a glance and nodded almost imperceptibly to each other.

Marketing Director position has been filled.

Following Zhao Ya, the two then went on to interview candidates for several core positions, including CFO and HR Director.

Because Fengtian Technology is in its initial explosive growth phase, Lin Wan gave headhunters a strict order: "Immediate combat capability."

We don't hire those who still need a month to hand over their work; we only hire highly skilled people who can leave immediately or have already left.

After finalizing the selection, Chen Feng immediately made the decision and informed them that they would officially start work in three days.

The interview had just ended, and before I even had a chance to drink some water, Zhou Hai came over excitedly.

"Mr. Chen, I have accomplished my mission! The engineering prototypes for both the F1 and T1 have been delivered!"

Zhou Hai carefully took two machines out of the anti-static bag and handed them to Chen Feng, saying, "Please take a look. If you think anything is wrong, we'll fix it immediately."

Chen Feng took the two prototypes, which were still warm from use, and his eyes lit up immediately.

Pretty!

Even though it's just an engineering prototype, the sense of refinement is overwhelming.

Compared to the bulky and clunky Rio PMP300 or the brick-like Jukebox on the market, these two devices are simply works of art.

The entire body is made of pure white engineering plastic, which has been polished to give it a ceramic-like texture.

The high-end F1 is slightly larger than the T1 because it has a built-in micro hard drive, and it is also heavier. However, the heavy feel gives people a sense of solid materials and high quality.

The lower-end T1 focuses on being lightweight and thin, feeling almost weightless in your hand.

"Yes, this is the feeling I wanted."

Chen Feng played with the machine in his hand, clearly enjoying it. "I'll take these two back and try them out for a few days to see how they perform. I'll give you feedback if I encounter any problems."

"Yes, Mr. Chen, I'm ready to follow your instructions at any time!"

Zhou Hai breathed a sigh of relief and happily left.

After everyone left, Chen Feng looked at the two machines on the table and started making calculations in his mind.

He pretended to try it himself, but his real intention was to take it back to his "prodigy" son at home to check it out.

"Take it back to Xiaotian later. That kid has a vision for the future in his head. If he thinks it's good, then it's a sure thing. If he complains about anything, we'll make improvements accordingly."

However, it was afternoon, and Chen Xiaotian was still at school.

Taking advantage of the free time, Chen Feng decided to check on his son's options first.

He connected the two machines to the computer with a data cable and started copying songs into it.

The difference was immediately apparent.

The T1 uses flash memory, which has a significantly faster write speed than the F1's micro hard drive.

This is a difference in physical properties, which is difficult to overcome with current technology.

After copying the songs, I put on my headphones and listened to them.

Upon hearing this, the difference in quality became immediately apparent.

The F1 truly lives up to its reputation for high-quality components. With its top-of-the-line decoding chip and excellent circuit design, the sound is full, transparent, and extremely powerful, completely outclassing the T1.

But T1's performance was not bad either.

While it can't compare to F1, its sound quality is definitely above average compared to competing products on the market, and it even has a slightly sweeter sound.

What Chen Feng was most satisfied with was the touch wheel on the F1 machine.

With a gentle swipe of your finger, the menu scrolls along with silky smoothness, making it utterly addictive.

"If this were released to the market, it would sell like hotcakes!"

Chen Feng took off his headphones, a confident smile appearing on his lips.

......

In the evening, Chen Xiaotian returned home after school.

"Xiao Tian, ​​come here, I have something good for you."

Chen Feng had been sitting on the living room sofa waiting. When his son came in, he handed him two exquisite white gift boxes from the coffee table.

"Dad, what's this?"

Chen Xiaotian put down his schoolbag and curiously took the box.

Chen Feng smiled mysteriously: "Open it and take a look."

Chen Xiaotian opened the box with a lot of suspicion.

When he saw the two pure white MP3 players lying quietly inside, his eyes widened instantly, and he looked up at his father.

"Dad! This...this is the prototype your company made?!"

"That's right, the larger one is the high-end F1, and the smaller one is the low-end T1."

Chen Feng smiled and pointed, "Didn't I promise you before that you'd get the first prototype? I've already copied a few songs onto it. You're our product's chief experience officer, what are your thoughts?"

Chen Xiaotian couldn't wait to take out the F1, weigh it in his hand, and examine it carefully.

[Great! While the design is still a bit different from later iPods, it's far superior to today's brick-like devices. The pure white color is definitely pleasing to the eye; it has that feel.]

[These four corners... are a bit too sharp, making them slightly uncomfortable to hold. If they could be rounded off, the feel would be absolutely amazing.]

Hearing his son's thoughts, Chen Feng nodded secretly.

Rounded corners? That's easy. I'll have Zhou Hai modify the mold tomorrow.

Chen Xiaotian put on his headphones and began to listen to the F1.

Slide your finger across the touch wheel to select or skip songs.

The sound quality is undeniable. While it may not rival Sony's top-of-the-line Walkman, it's definitely among the best in the MP3 genre.

[This roulette wheel...the idea is good, but the damping feels a bit stiff and not smooth enough. Also, the menu interface has too many layers; finding a song requires several clicks, which isn't intuitive. It would be much better if it were made with large icons or a list format.]

Chen Xiaotian played the game while mentally complaining.

A few minutes later, he changed into T1.

It's incredibly light; it's effortless to wear around your neck. As for the sound quality... well, you get what you pay for; it's sufficient for basic listening.

The downside is the same: the interface logic is a bit cumbersome and not user-friendly enough.

I need to think of a way to bring this up with my dad; details matter.