Her chin was pointed and her nose flat, and she had a mole on one cheek with four dark hairs growing from it. An ugly face, and hard, yet he would have given much to
glimpse it in the door of the hut. I should have taken her before she left. How long had she been gone? Two days? Three? Varamyr was uncertain. It was dark inside the
hut, and he had been drifting in and out of sleep, never quite sure if it was day or night outside. “Wait,” she’d said. “I will be back with food.” So like a fool he’d waited,
dreaming of Haggon and Bump and all the wrongs he had done in his long life, but days and nights had passed and Thistle had not returned. She won’t be coming back.
Varamyr wondered if he had given himself away. Could she tell what he was thinking just from looking at him, or had he muttered in his fever dream?
“Say it with flowers,” the lad chuckled. “Come along. As long as I live I may never get another chance to have a sheriff in the saddle behind me. How I wish a cop would try to stop me on this trip.”
The pair went off amid the reports of the motorcycle, and then the neighbors, assured that the Langwells were unhurt and in no further danger, departed. Before
she went to bed Roberta took another look at the old barn-hangar where Nike and the Falcon were still resting securely. With a sigh of relief she glanced toward the
sky, which was mighty dark, but she caught the faint outline
“Good morning, dear, I thought I heard you moving about.”
“Morning, Mummy. What are they doing out there?”
of the moon
through as if s
Across Hong Kong’s Deepwater Gold Market, banknotes suddenly fell from the
sky on Saturday afternoon, with crowds surging and voices bubbling. When the police arrived at the scene, they immediately blocked the road, forbidden passers-by to “collect money” and boarded the rooftop of the building for investigation.
Banknotes fall from the sky
At about 2 p.m. on the 16th, the scene was opposite Shenshui Chengjin Mall. Suddenly, a lot of money was thrown from the roof of the adjacent building. The money was flying like rain and snow, dancing with the wind in the air. The passers-by looked up and looked up one after another. Some people raised their airplanes to take pictures. All of them rushed to the direction where the money fell. When someone found that the money falling from the sky was HK$100, the situation was on the spot. More sensational, the crowd instantly out of control, have joined the ranks of money collection.
Passers-by snatched money
Some drivers even jumped out of private cars to collect money directly, others rushed out of the road regardless of safety, others climbed up the eaves, the situation was chaotic, but the scene was constantly heard the “unbelievable truth” of the roar and laughter.
A Happy Passer-by Finding Money
Witnesses photographed the mysterious man who scattered money, put on his hat and mask, and scattered the money on the roof of a building. It is learnt that the mysterious man scattered at least six banknotes.
A mysterious man suspected of throwing money
Miss Liao was on the spot when the accident happened. She said that the scene was at the D exit of Deepwater Cheng Station of Hong Kong Railway. “A lot of people were standing there. Suddenly, there was a man standing on the top of the building. He left his money on the street for no reason, and those people shouted.” Miss Liao said that everyone believed that the money must be counterfeit. “Do you know it’s true, those people have been picking up money, and some people have climbed to the eaves to pick up money.”
“Master Money” scattered?
It is reported that the money is suspected to be a virtual coin customer known as the “young master of money”. He himself broadcasts cash from the sky on Facebook at the same time, suspecting to publicize his trading competition.
Money Master Facebook Live Broadcast
He also asked netizens live which district he hoped there would be “miracles” again: “robbing the rich to help the poor, and then maybe there will be money falling from the sky in different parts of Hong Kong. Do you support it? Everything can be done as long as there is a dream!”
Mr. Yen, whose real name is Huang Po-jie, calls himself “the first person in the Hong Kong block chain”. He recently started a high-profile class to promote mining machines and earned nearly HK$200,000 in one class.
At 2:42 p.m. on Saturdays, Master Coin broadcasted live on his Facebook. Just before the money came down from the sky, he opened his hands in front of the camera to welcome it.
He wrote in his post: “Today’s theme is robbing the rich and helping the poor. I have a dream since childhood. I hope to be a justice messenger and superhero. Maybe many people will lose this heart because they are getting older and worn out by work. I can also feel it very well, because I have worked hard, but the world of coin circle is too fantastic to reach in a few years. I regain my childlike innocence. I wonder if you ever imagined that one day money would fall from the sky. My young master, standing
On the evening of December 15, the city channel “Nanjing Zero Distance” of Jiangsu Radio and Television Station released a video on Sina Weibo, which revealed that the honey producers in Tongrentang, Beijing, would recycle a large amount of expired and imminent honey.
Enterprises claim to be “returned to bee farmers to raise bees”, but the video shows that the recovered honey is poured into the barrel and sent to the raw material warehouse. In addition, Tongrentang honey has the problem of changing the production date.
On the morning of December 16, Beijing Tongrentang Bee Industry Co., Ltd. issued an apology statement on its
official Wechat Public Number. The company claimed that it was responsible for inadequate supervision and serious negligence. It has notified Yancheng
Golden Bee to suspend its commissioned processing and production activities during the investigation. However, it has
not been found that these honeys have entered the raw material depot for production, which will be further investigated and verified. In addition,
“for the behavior of changing the label date mentioned in the report, all the products involved have been sealed up and not flowed to the market, and will be handled according to law under the supervision of the regulatory authorities”.
Was exposed to “Recycle expired honey, suspected of changing the date”
The name of the reported enterprise is Yancheng Golden Bee Food Technology Co., Ltd. located in Binhai County, Yancheng City, which is a large-scale enterprise. On December 12, in an enclosed workshop, reporters found that many workers had torn off the label of expired or near expired honey, poured into the barrel for recycling. After recycling, the barrels were sent to the manufacturer’s raw material depot.
Reporters found that the number of labels torn off in the workshop was very large, and they were filled with snake skin bags. The label showed that the
product name was Beijing Tongrentang honey. Among these labels, some were produced in December 2017, others in November 2016. The shelf life of honey was 18 months, some were near expiration, and some had expired.
“As far as I know, over a period of time, there are tens of thousands of bottles of honey returned, expired or about to expire,” said the person familiar with the matter.
The market supervision bureau, which rushed to the scene for inspection, said that enterprises should put up unqualified product labels on the
recalled products. During the inspection process, law enforcement officers found only one label with bad products. There are serious problems in such behavior of enterprises.
According to law enforcement officials, the company’s products are commissioned by Beijing Tongrentang Bee Industry Co., Ltd. Yancheng Golden Bee Food Technology Co., Ltd. for production. The agreement provided by the company shows that the start date of the commissioned production agreement is September 2016. According to public information, Beijing Tongrentang Bee Industry Co., Ltd. is a subsidiary company controlled by Beijing Tongrentang Co., Ltd.ash1314
Currently, the Market Regulatory Authority is conducting further investigations into the whereabouts and uses of expired honey.shlf1314
Tongrentang’s response: All of them have been sealed up and not flowed to the market.
Tongrentang,shlf2019 at the heart of the incident, responded quickly. In its official statement, Tongrentang signed a return contract with Jinfeng, Yancheng, in
August 2018, which explicitly stipulated that honey cleared from the return can only be used for bee feeding at beekeeping bases and not for any other purpose.
Tongrentang further said that the company had problems with unclear labeling of the cleaned honey and had not found that the honey entered the raw material depot for production.
In addition, Tongrentang preliminary survey results show that due to the relocation of the factory in early 2018, there are errors in the management and use of labels at different production
addresses. All the products involved have been sealed up and not flowed to the market. They will be handled according to law under the supervision of the regulatory authorities.
After the incident was exposed, netizens called “Tongrentang, a hundred-year-old shop!” Is this a self-destructive sign?
Cars parked for three years in the neighbouring neighborhood were sold as scrap
Mr. Wang (not his real name) of Zhejiang Province was dismantled in 2015 when he bought the car for 300,000 yuan and drove tens of thousands of kilometers. Because the fuel consumption of the car is too high, Mr. Wang wants to change hands, but he has not been able to sell his ideal price, so he can only shelve it.
Since 2016, Mr. Wang has parked his car in the neighborhood of his own community. Originally, Mr. Wang parked his car next to the garage downstairs of the residents of the community, because it hindered the residents’entry and exit and caused the residents’ dissatisfaction, he moved the car to the corner.
Two months ago, Mr. Wang saw a notice posted on the window of the car, which was posted on the property of the neighboring community. The notice asked Mr. Wang to remove the car by the end of December. Because it was too early, he did not move. During this period, the community is carrying out sewage pipeline construction, Mr. Wang worried about the impact of construction, but also specifically asked the excavator driver responsible for the construction. “The driver told me it’s okay to stop. It won’t affect the excavation. I also told him that I live nearby and can call me if necessary. I’ll move away.”
Mr. Wang said that recently the security guards in the neighbouring district notified him that he needed to move the car because of the obstruction of construction. He moved the car from the right side of the road to the left. On the morning of the 7th, however, he went out and found his car missing. After inquiry, Mr. Wang knew that his car was actually sold to the waste station by the property.
“The property knows it’s my car. If it doesn’t stop, it can tell me to move it. But I don’t. What right do they have to sell my car as scrap?” Mr. Wang was very angry and chose to call the police.
Property: Acknowledging excessive practices and willingness to bear consequences
On the afternoon of December 11, the reporter came to Mr. Wang’s parking office. Relevant property officers told reporters that Mr. Wang’s car has been parked there since 2016 and has been parked for nearly three years. “We can’t help it either. We’ve called 114 times and asked numerous questions. We can’t find the owner.” The person in charge said that in 2016, the property had posted a notice of moving cars, indicating that “scrapped cars will be treated as ownerless vehicles on their own”, but no one has come to move cars.shlf2019
The person in charge said that the place where the car stopped was not only a fire channel, but also the only way for four residents to enter and leave the garage. At first he couldn’t contact the owner and had to pry the car into the corner. The car has been parked there ever since. Recently, when pipelines were repaired in the residential area, the construction was hindered by cars, and they moved once more. “We got all the moving cars. The owner never showed up.” The person in charge said.
Subsequently, the reporter accompanied the person in charge to Mr. Wang’s original parking place. This is a road about 20 meters long and 4 meters wide. There are four garages on the right side of the road. There are four big words “No Parking” on the doorway of each garage. “There were two cars parked in the corridor and there was a tight blockage. After we pulled down one, he took the other one away. I knew then that both cars were his.” The person in charge said.
“I admit that we were a little too aggressive at the time.” The property manager said, “We can’t help it, because we think the car has been scrapped and nobody wants it. Now that the owner has already called the police, we are willing to accept the results of the police.
Lawyer: All property owners and owners are illegal.
For the practice of property, some owners clap their hands and say, “We have no place to park ourselves. People in other districts also come to occupy our parking space. They can’t catch up with it, so they have to use this method to deal with it.” Owner Ms. Zhang said.
“This car has been parked in the fire passage for three years. Fortunately, nothing happened. What if the fire engine doesn’t come in? Mr. Zhu, the owner of the property, objected to the practice of the property. “The property should tow the car from the beginning, not just take it down and sell it now.”
So, does the property have the right to deal with Mr. Wang’s car? The reporter consulted Lu Jun, a lawyer of Zhejiang Yitner Law Firm.shlf1314
Lu Jun said that the property does not have the right to handle Mr. Wang’s car privately, and the notice of “self-handling in violation of the schedule” of the property is invalid. This kind of behavior of property has constituted an illegal act, but it can not constitute a criminal offence.
In addition, Lu Jun said that Mr. Wang parked his car in the fire-fighting corridor, which not only occupied public resources,
but also was an illegal act. Property
has the right to move the car,
but has no right to sell it privately.
What do you think of this?
That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.
The doctors and nurses at the hospital in Mexico wereincredibly kind to me. And the patients, too. Victims of canceror car accidents, once they heard my
story, they hobbled andwheeled over to see me, they and their families, though noneof them spoke English and I spoke no Spanish. They smiled atme,
shook my hand, patted me on the head, left gifts of foodand clothing on my bed. They moved me to uncontrollable fitsof laughing and crying.
“Anything special?” she asked when greetings were exchanged.
“Only Mrs. Pollzoff. She ought to be here any minute,” Mr. Trowbridge replied.
“Howe is coming in this morning,” Mr. Wallace added.
16 “Phil told me—”
“Yes, and here I am,” Mr. Howe announced himself as he entered. “They told me you were all in here, so I took the liberty of coming in without knocking; I can go out the same way if you like.”
“You can stay here, without knocking,” Mr. Trowbridge hastened to assure him. “I’m thinking Miss Langwell is glad to see you.”
“She has been handling a job that is dull as ditch-water,” Wallace put in quickly.
“She will not find my work dull, but it will be cold, for it may take her to the Bering Sea,” Mr. Howe informed them. “I expect to be ready for her soon.”
“It sounds no end exciting,” Roberta said and her eyes sparkled. A job that would take her to the Bering Sea appeared to have endless possibilities and she was keenly interested. Just then the phone rang and Mr. Trowbridge
he told Roberta.
Mecca,Varanasi, Jerusalem and Paris.
I have nothing to say of my working life, only that a tie is anoose, and inverted though it is, it will hang a man nonethelessif he’s not careful.
I love Canada. I miss the heat of India, the food, the houselizards on the walls, the musicals on the silver screen, the cowswandering the streets, the crows cawing, even the talk ofcricket matches, but I love Canada. It is a great
country muchtoo cold for good sense, inhabited by compassionate, intelligentpeople with bad hairdos. Anyway, I have nothing to go hometo in Pondicherry.
Richard Parker has stayed with me. I’ve never forgotten him.
Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in mydreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged withlove. Such is the strangeness of
the human heart. I still cannotunderstand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously,without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once.
“Any idea what it’s all about?”
“A small one. Several governments—ours and a couple of others, are trying to trace down illegal seal fishing; catch the lads who don’t follow the rules.
Contact.” They were off, and Roberta inquired no more about the government work because Phil’s account of it sounded quite as tame as piloting Mrs.
Pollzoff. Presently the Moth dropped out of the sky, landed near the office of the Lurtiss Airplane Company and a bit later the girl sky-pilot presented
herself at the private office of Mr. Trowbridge for whom she worked when she first joined the organization as a secretary. Mr. Wallace, one of the special
instructors, was already there, and when Roberta
both rose to
their feet to wish her
That spring Larry Ellison saw Amelio at a party and introduced him to the technology journalist Gina Smith, who asked how Apple was doing. “You know, Gina, Apple is like a ship,” Amelio answered. “That ship is loaded with
treasure, but there’s a hole in the ship. And my job is to get everyone to row in the same direction.” Smith looked perplexed and asked, “Yeah, but what about the hole?” From then on, Ellison and Jobs joked about the parable of
the ship. “When Larry relayed this story to me, we were in this sushi place, and I literally fell off my chair laughing,” Jobs recalled. “He was just such a
buffoon, and he took himself so seriously. He insisted that everyone call him Dr. Amelio. That’s always a warning sign.”
Brent Schlender, Fortune’s well-sourced technology reporter, knew Jobs and was familiar with his thinking, and in March he came out with a story detailing the mess. “Apple Computer, Silicon Valley’s paragon of dysfunctional
management and fumbled techno-dreams, is back in crisis mode, scrambling lugubriously in slow motion to deal with imploding sales, a floundering
technology strategy, and a hemorrhaging brand name,” he wrote. “To the Machiavellian eye, it looks as if Jobs, despite the lure of Hollywood—lately he
has been overseeing Pixar, maker of Toy Story and other computer-animated films—might be scheming to take over Apple.”
Once again Ellison publicly floated the idea of doing a hostile takeover and installing his “best friend” Jobs as CEO. “Steve’s the only one who can save Apple,” he told reporters. “I’m ready to help him the minute he says the
word.” Like the third time the boy cried wolf, Ellison’s latest takeover musings didn’t get much notice, so later in the month he told Dan Gillmore of the San Jose Mercury News that he was forming an investor group to raise $1 billion
to buy a majority stake in Apple. (The company’s market value was about $2.3 billion.) The day the story came out, Apple stock shot up 11% in heavy
trading. To add to the frivolity, Ellison set up an email address, [email protected], asking the
general public to
vote on whether
he should go
ahead with it.
He had told Larry Ellison that his return strategy was to sell NeXT to Apple, get appointed to the board, and be there ready when CEO Gil Amelio stumbled. Ellison may have been baffled when Jobs insisted that he was not
motivated by money, but it was partly true. He had neither Ellison’s conspicuous consumption needs nor Gates’s philanthropic impulses nor the competitive urge to see how high on the Forbes list he could get. Instead his
ego needs and personal drives led him to seek fulfillment by creating a legacy that would awe people. A dual legacy, actually: building innovative products and building a lasting company. He wanted to be in the pantheon with, indeed
a notch above, people like Edwin Land, Bill Hewlett, and David Packard. And the best way to achieve all this was to return to Apple and reclaim his kingdom.
And yet when the cup of power neared his lips, he became strangely hesitant, reluctant, perhaps coy.
He returned to Apple officially in January 1997 as a part-time advisor, as he had told Amelio he would. He began to assert himself in some personnel areas, especially in protecting his people who had made the transition from
NeXT. But in most other ways he was unusually passive. The decision not to ask him to join the board offended him, and he felt demeaned by the
suggestion that he run the company’s operating system division. Amelio was thus able to create a situation in which Jobs was both inside the tent and
outside the tent, which was not a prescription for tranquillity. Jobs later recalled:
Gil didn’t want me around. And I thought he was a bozo. I knew that before I sold him the company. I thought I was just going to be trotted out now and
then for events like Macworld, mainly for show. That was fine, because I was working at Pixar. I rented an office in downtown Palo Alto where I could work
a few days a week, and I drove up to Pixar for one or two days.
It was a nice life.
I could slow down,
with my family.
The event ended on a more upbeat note, literally. Jobs brought onstage a violinist from the San Francisco Symphony who played Bach’s A Minor Violin Concerto in a duet with the NeXT computer onstage. People erupted in
jubilant applause. The price and the delayed release were forgotten in the frenzy. When one reporter asked him immediately afterward why the machine was going to be so late, Jobs replied, “It’s not late. It’s five years ahead of its time.”
As would become his standard practice, Jobs offered to provide “exclusive” interviews to anointed publications in return for their promising to put the
story on the cover. This time he went one “exclusive” too far, though it didn’t really hurt. He agreed to a request from Business Week’s Katie Hafner for
exclusive access to him before the launch, but he also made a similar deal with Newsweek and then with Fortune. What he didn’t consider was that one of Fortune’s top editors, Susan Fraker, was married to Newsweek’s editor
Maynard Parker. At the Fortune story conference, when they were talking excitedly about their exclusive, Fraker mentioned that she happened to know that Newsweek had also been promised an exclusive, and it would be coming
out a few days before Fortune. So Jobs ended up that week on only two magazine covers. Newsweek used the cover line “Mr. Chips” and showed him leaning on a beautiful NeXT, which it proclaimed to be “the most exciting
machine in years.” Business Week showed him looking angelic in a dark suit, fingertips pressed together like a preacher or professor. But Hafner pointedly
reported on the manipulation that surrounded her exclusive. “NeXT carefully parceled out interviews with its staff and suppliers, monitoring them with a
censor’s eye,” she wrote. “That strategy worked, but at a price: Such maneuvering—self-serving and relentless—displayed the side of Steve Jobs that so hurt him at Apple. The
trait that most
stands out is
Jobs’s need to
Perot brought to NeXT something that was almost as valuable as his $20 million lifeline: He was a quotable, spirited cheerleader for the company, who could lend it an air of credibility among grown-ups. “In terms of a startup
company, it’s one that carries the least risk of any I’ve seen in 25 years in the computer industry,” he told the New York Times. “We’ve had some
sophisticated people see the hardware—it blew them away. Steve and his whole NeXT team are the darnedest bunch of perfectionists I’ve ever seen.”
Perot also traveled in rarefied social and business circles that complemented Jobs’s own. He took Jobs to a black-tie dinner dance in San Francisco that
Gordon and Ann Getty gave for King Juan Carlos I of Spain. When the king asked Perot whom he should meet, Perot immediately produced Jobs. They
were soon engaged in what Perot later described as “electric conversation,” with Jobs animatedly describing the next wave in computing. At the end the
king scribbled a note and handed it to Jobs. “What happened?” Perot asked. Jobs answered, “I sold him a computer.”
These and other stories were incorporated into the mythologized story of Jobs that Perot told wherever he went. At a briefing at the National Press Club
in Washington, he spun Jobs’s life story into a Texas-size yarn about a young man
so poor he couldn’t afford to go to college, working in his garage at night, playing with computer chips, which was his hobby, and his dad—who looks
like a character out of a Norman Rockwell painting—comes in one day and said, “Steve, either make something you can sell or go get a job.” Sixty days
later, in a wooden box that his dad made for him, the first Apple
computer was created.
And this high school
changed the world.