I am a master in India

Chapter 412 Joint Research and Development
"A mobile phone chip?" Big Mouth was taken aback.

"Yes, I heard that you guys make the chips for GSM signal base stations yourselves. So, any ideas for mobile phones?"

“Mr. Suer, we do have a chip business, but not all chips are the same.” Big Mouth said somewhat awkwardly, “Signal base stations and mobile phones are completely different things.”

“I know, but they are related, unlike chips and potato chips which are from different industries. You have the ability to design base station chips, so there’s no reason why you can’t make processor chips for mobile phones.”

"The design of this chip is very complex, especially the processor chip."

"I'll add money!"

"Huh?" Big Mouth was stunned again.

“I’ll cover the design fees, including the cost of tape-out,” Ron began to demonstrate his financial power.

Big Mouth was a little confused.

“But I have conditions,” Ron added.

"You say."

"The copyrights abroad belong to us, and you can do whatever you want with the Dongda University."

"You mean the chip will be branded under the Sur name overseas, but Dongda can use a different name domestically?"

"More or less," Ron nodded.

Suer Electric doesn't have the capability to research chips; it's aware of that. In fact, for the next few years, the entire Indian continent won't have that capability.

Europe and America have mature markets and systems, and Japan and South Korea are catching up. They won't accept Suer Electric's request to help design chips; they'll only sell chips here.

So what can we do? Looking at the whole world, only the University of Tokyo has this potential.

Huazi proved its R&D capabilities with signal base stations. Although the first-generation product had some similarities to others, which company in the world didn't start this way?

It's not surprising that Toshiba and Hitachi, which are struggling financially, were blatantly copying European and American products just a few years ago.

The important thing is not to keep copying, but to forge your own path.

After much deliberation, Ron realized that only Hua Zi could help him.

India has such a large market, it can't all be reaped by foreign brands, they're envious too.

Unfortunately, the price of mobile phone chips is too high, so Suer Electric can only make a small profit.

If you want more, then you must be self-reliant and in control; there is no other way.

Ron had another concern: the enemy's machine-swarm tactics would be coming soon after the millennium.

Back then, let alone small profits and quick turnover, even survival was a problem.

In order to get cheap chips, Hua Zi will support him!

"I have to say, these are quite generous terms." Big Mouth was also tempted.

"We are all victims of chip hegemony, and only by uniting can we break through the encirclement," Ron said righteously.

“The idea is good, but the path is difficult,” Da Zui said frankly. “Chip design is not only limited by physical factors, but the underlying software logic is also very important.”

"Bangalore has a large pool of IT talent. Just let us know if you have any needs."

"You've thought it all through?" Big Mouth asked in surprise.

"I just want to combine the strengths of both companies to accelerate our research and development. Of course, it's also about mutual learning, and I hope that Suer Electric won't fall too far behind in the future."

"You're a visionary!" Big Mouth couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"In short, you can make a budget as soon as possible, and we will follow up in a timely manner."

"This matter may require a meeting back in China to discuss. I'm only in charge of the wireless product business; the chip team is handled by someone else."

“I can sponsor that amount,” Ron said, holding up a finger.

"How much more?"

"One hundred million."

"rupee?"

"Dollar."

"Oh my!" Big Mouth's mouth was practically crooked from laughing.

With a hundred million US dollars, what big things can't be accomplished?

Modern chips aren't that advanced anymore; it's not like the 3G or 4G era anymore. They just need to meet basic communication needs.

With so much money, including personnel recruitment and design tapering, reducing it by several times would be more than enough.

Hua Zi didn't start from scratch; he has access to many resources.

"But the conditions I just mentioned must be met."

"No problem, definitely!" Big Mouth readily agreed.

He gave too much; I simply couldn't control my mouth.

For some reason, in Big Mouth's eyes, the Indian man in front of him suddenly became dazzling.

Both parties agreed to finalize the matter next month and then begin intensive preparations.

Big Mouth didn't stay in Mumbai for long; he excitedly went back to share the good news.

He has a technical background and is actually quite knowledgeable about chip development.

The integration level of mobile phone chips is not high nowadays. With Huazi's strength, 20 to 30 million US dollars would be enough.

The remaining money can be used to integrate the industrial chain.

The reason they hadn't entered the mobile phone chip market before was because they didn't have that business internally.

Big Mouth is getting restless. Now that they have chips, could they perhaps make their own mobile phones? Given India's huge market, Suer Electric will surely spread the cost of chips low enough.

That was the perfect time for them to enter the mobile phone market.

There's something going on!
Ignoring Big Mouth's inner thoughts, Ron was already considering something else.

That is, should we start a new chip design company, just like the Goldfinch?

First, set up the framework, and when the market matures, you can sell base stations and chips to other competitors.

He wants the most profitable link in the supply chain.

Fame and money, you can have both!

In addition to mobile phones, Suer Electric's refrigerators will also be launched soon.

To adapt to India's national conditions and to capture as much market share as possible, they designed refrigerators that were mostly single-door models.

They are also relatively small in size, with the lowest priced model costing around 10,000 rupees, which is about the same as a small-sized color television.

This thing is, to some extent, a necessity in India, because the weather is too hot and food cannot be preserved.

However, the price is still very high, and probably less than 10% of the population can afford it.

But no matter what, the things that are supposed to be there must be there.

It's like the laptops that Suer Electronics is messing around with; the technology is all bought, and it's all about assembly.

The price is expected to be as high as 30,000 to 40,000 rupees, and even fewer people will buy it.

However, as a leading company in the industry, these high-tech products are indispensable.

First, put up the sign, promote it for a few years, and maybe it will become deeply rooted in people's hearts.

As I always say, cultivate the market first, then make money.

As the new millennium approaches, the new century is about to begin.

After years of accumulation, Suer Electric Appliances now has the potential to unleash its full potential.

With various new products being launched, it's time to put his original plans for several home appliance divisions into action.

While Ron was busy integrating the various business units of Suer Electric, the general election was also in full swing.

The largest power transfer in history may be imminent. Prior to this, massive power shifts had already occurred in India and the Barbary following their liberation from colonial rule.

But an even greater transfer of power occurred fifty years later: India transferred the right to vote, in a sense, to its billion people.

The Dalits, considered untouchable and considered "untouchable," along with the historically discriminated-against castes and tribes, and other backward groups who should have been treated equally, make up the vast majority of the people in this country.

For millennia, the upper caste, pastors, and Christians have held political power.

But at the end of the 20th century, the era of the lower castes arrived, and for the first time they participated in the political process and had a say in who should be their leaders.

Last year, Narayanan was elected as the first Dalit president of India, and Brahmin members of parliament touched his feet in a gesture of respect, seeking his blessing.

Congress has also introduced a bill to reserve one-third of the seats in the country’s highest legislature for women.

The passage of this bill is not only imminent, but also unprecedented.

Although the right to vote is difficult to guarantee in some underdeveloped areas, voters in cities can still control where their votes are cast.

Strangely, in some areas of Mumbai, the election commission drastically reduced its spending, and the elections were conducted in a low-key manner, almost imperceptibly.

At least in the Malabar region, you wouldn't know this existed unless you turned on the television.

The frontrunners for this year's presidential election are Rajiv Gandhi's Italian widow, Sonia Gandhi, and Vajpayee, a staunch supporter of the BJP.

The politically minded middle class disliked Sonia; they considered themselves patriots. They didn't want even their head spitting out something like a two-in-one radio or designer jeans, imported from Italy.

They don't consider Sonia to be Indian, which is why she has low support in Malabar and Choba.

Sonia was truly welcomed in rural areas, where she would begin her speech with the words: "My husband has made my life complete."

So standing before people was no longer the Italian immigrant speaking broken Hindi, but Savitri (a character from the Hindu mythology Mahabharata), a paragon of Indian wife and mother.

Whether her late husband was of mixed Khyber and Persian descent and had been a pilot is no longer important.

For Indians, if an Italian woman marries an Indian husband, everything she has in Italy loses its meaning.

Anyone can come to India and settle down here, even those who have been away from their homeland for twenty-one years.

As a major donor to the BJP, Ron also cares about the election results.

He had also promised to help them by providing manpower during the election to maintain order at polling stations.

Ron has many workers under his command, so this is nothing.

This time, Amor is in charge of other urban villages near the Malabar Reservoir.

He led the people from the Kamar compound on a tour of the neighborhood, accompanied by staff from the BJP election office.

There was a village with a beautiful landscape. Blue and pink plastic bags were scattered all over the ground, and banyan trees were planted on them, their branches spreading out like canopies.

The brick and tile houses are scattered in a staggered pattern, with lush green grass outside and roosters and chicks running freely.

Looking into the distance, one can see ships gleaming with golden light shuttling back and forth on the blue sea.

Many houses have brand-new mountain bikes parked in front of them, the residents are well-dressed, the children are lively and healthy, and there are no open sewage pipes in the community.

This is not a temporary slum; it has water and electricity, and the village is densely packed around the Malabar Mountains.

This wasn't Amor's first time attending an election; he and Anil had come together a few years ago for the Mumbai local elections.

He knew that in India, the rich generally did not vote, and the poor were the target of various parties' struggles.

He crossed the street and saw a familiar face. Thackeray, the leader of Shiva's army.

(End of this chapter)