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Chapter 168 Opening a Gap in the African Market! Everyone has their lows and their highs! (Seeking monthly votes)
The Orange F1 is a smartphone model launched by Orange Mobile Phone Factory specifically for the African market.

It supports four SIM cards and four standby modes, has a 3.7-inch screen, 512MB of RAM and 8GB of storage, a 2320mAh battery, and runs on Aurora OS 1.1.

In terms of configuration, it absolutely blows away the Shanxing S5300 and Huawei Ascend Y100.

However, it took Zhou Jinling and others two months to barely sell the first batch of 5 units of inventory, which made Chen Yansen quite dissatisfied.

After all, from the very beginning of the design process, he had the R&D team optimize the battery capacity, back cover material, and photography algorithm, and even replaced the lens with a large aperture lens, all to meet the actual needs of local users.

Zhou Jinling said that Abyssinia is not as backward as we imagined, and suggested that the C1 oranges be upgraded and improved and put into the African market, and sold together with the F1 oranges.

Cao Dahua relayed the account truthfully.

"Okay, I understand. Have the factory produce another 10 units." Chen Yansen pondered for a moment and then instructed Cao Dahua.

Come to think of it, even the poorest places in the world have rich people. It seems I underestimated Abyssinia's purchasing power for electronic products.

According to the work report submitted by Zhou Jinling, Orange mobile phones have already gained a foothold in the local market.

“Okay, I’ll arrange it,” Cao Dahua replied with a smile.

After Orange Mobile's cumulative sales exceeded 800 million units, Cao Dahua resigned from his job as a teacher at the Virtual Academy.

Focus on working for Chen Yansen!

His wife complained a few times, but Cao Dahua shut her down with, "You're teaching me how to do things."

As long as he works hard under Chen Yansen's guidance, with Orange Technology's investment in its own factories, he is destined to become a big shot in the mobile phone industry.

He left Shenzhen in disappointment years ago, but this time he is determined to seize the opportunity and realize his dream of rising to prominence.

A man can lose a hundred times, but he must win once.

Chen Yansen then inquired about the production plan. Based on the current total monthly sales of Orange Mall, Taobao flagship store, and Pinbei Mall, all major platforms would have to switch to in-stock links before mid-December.

The current sales speed is clearly not keeping up with the production speed.

"I have spoken with the production manager, and we will reduce overtime for employees and control production capacity after December 20th."

Cao Dahua said.

Chen Yansen understood that only by exploring new channels or launching new models could this situation be alleviated.

Sales in the African market fell short of expectations, which in turn hampered the expansion of the orange factory.

"How about we talk to Lei Jun and take over Xiaomi's manufacturing orders?"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yansen pondered to himself.

It wasn't until the employees of Pinbei and Orange Technology went home for dinner that Chen Yansen came to his senses and checked the time; it was already 5 p.m.

Forget it, Xiaomi's order volume isn't even enough to fill the orange factory's teeth.

Chen Yansen took the elevator to the third floor, gave Zhang Cong and Zhou Ze a few brief instructions, and then went down to the first floor.

After waiting a few minutes after getting in the car, I saw Mengjie carrying her laptop bag, taking three steps at a time, and sitting in the passenger seat with a smile.

“Zhao Maolin treated me to dinner last time. The restaurant was pretty good, both in terms of ambiance and food. Let me show you around.”

Chen Yansen looked at Meng Jie and explained with a smile.

The restaurant he mentioned was Mingli; he wanted to see what Mengjie would look like in a Tang-style dress.

"Let's go early and come back early. I have a Tax Law class tomorrow morning. The teacher is super strict; he's nicknamed the 'roll call killer.'"

Mengjie said with a grin.

"No problem." Chen Yansen replied casually. He had already booked the hotel and had no intention of letting Mengjie go back to school.

After saying that, he drove off at high speed towards the city center.

After his mental breakthrough to level 11, his car driving skill on the panel soared to three-star professional level (17/100) in just half a month.

This proves that his previous strategy of not wasting Fire Points on useless skills was correct.

After breaking through his physical and mental limits, Chen Yansen learned new things with ease and made rapid progress.

Even with the Eight Vajra Skill, he only practiced it a few times, and his experience points rose to the first-star beginner level (91/100).

However, Chen Yansen felt that with his 10-point physique, this technique wouldn't be very useful, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

at the same time.

At the intersection of a bustling street in Abyssinia, East Africa, a crowd gathered inside an Orange mobile phone store that was open for business.

Zhou Jinling was communicating with the guests in broken English.

His English is alright, but his accent is quite heavy, and he spits out words one by one, which is very similar to Liu Qiangdong's style.

"Brother Zhou, there are only 20 units left in the warehouse. They probably won't last until tomorrow."

A salesperson, carrying an empty box, said helplessly.

"Damn! It'll take at least another two weeks for the shipment to arrive from headquarters. We need to get back to painting tomorrow; we can't be idle."

Zhou Jinling, with a cigarette butt dangling from his mouth, cursed as he collected the money.

His white shirt was soaked with sweat and felt sticky against his skin, but he was very excited.

During his month in Asberba, he first thoroughly researched the market, then opened a specialty store at the entrance of the market street, and subsequently promoted the Orange F1 mobile phone to nearby merchants.

The cooperation method was simple and straightforward: Zhou Jinling would give the distributors a purchase price of $89 USD, sell the goods and make a profit on the difference, and if they couldn't be sold, he would be responsible for buying them back.

However, since the four consecutive explosions of domestic mobile phones, Orange Mobile's sales have plummeted.

We used to sell 20 to 30 units a day, but now we can only sell 3 to 4 units a day.

Just as Zhou Jinling and the other two were worrying, Cao Dahua called and bluntly said, "If sales don't improve, the big boss will have to be replaced."

"Replacing someone" is just a euphemism; to put it bluntly, it means being dismissed.

Zhou Jinling has no way out. If he goes back to Shenzhen, he will have nothing left and will be ridiculed. If he fights, he might still have a chance.

He's used to a life of luxury; he couldn't stand spending his whole life screwing in screws.

So, he took the remaining two people and found a local advertising company to "paint walls" in surrounding cities. To put it bluntly, it was the kind of wall advertising commonly seen in rural towns in China; Zhou Jinling simply brought the operations of China Mobile, China Telecom, and China Unicom to Africa.

A wall advertisement that is three meters high and eight meters wide does not cost much; including labor, it costs only about $30.

Zhou Jinling painted over 100 walls in one go, depicting the appearance of the Orange F1, listing the specifications and price in English, and even emphasizing that an extra battery would be included with the purchase.

To his surprise, the method was remarkably effective.

The goods in the warehouse sold out quickly, so they transferred 500 more units from specialty stores in other cities.

In just three days, it sold out completely.

After learning about Zhou Jinling's approach, more than a dozen other marketing teams also started creating wall advertisements in the area.

For a time, eye-catching advertisements for Orange Mobile phones could be seen everywhere in Asberba's commercial districts.

$99 USD!
A smartphone with a 3.7-inch large screen, quad SIM cards, dual batteries, and 8GB of RAM!
The transliterated brand name of Orange mobile phones, 'Orange', immediately became a hot commodity.

"No, no, no! Sold out! Sold out!"

After selling the last Orange F1, Zhou Jinling shouted loudly to the customer.

"Shit!" Several people who hadn't bought a phone glared at the counter, still cursing and swearing.

Zhou Jinling didn't care. He waved his hand and shook his head, repeatedly saying that they were sold out and that they should come back in two weeks.

After the customer left, Zhou Jinling ran back to the warehouse to double-check the inventory. Now he only trusted himself.

"Brother Liang, I heard that Lao Zhou used to be a big boss in Huaqiangbei. Is he just bragging?"

A salesman named Jin Xu asked Qi Liang across the room.

Jin Xu was recruited by Orange Technology when he first went to Shenzhen to develop his career, and was subsequently sent to Abyssinia.

Qi Liang is different. He used to be an employee in the marketing department of Ouhan Mobile and worked with Zhou Jinling for a few years.

"Bragging? What do you know! A year ago, Brother Zhou was in Huaqiangbei. He always drove a Mercedes-Benz S-Class, hired girls at shopping malls, and the tips were never less than 1000 yuan. He ate abalone and sea cucumber as meals."

Qi Liang curled his lip and retorted with a disdainful look.

Indeed, Zhou Jinling used to be riding high, with everything going smoothly for him.

"Damn! That's awesome!" Jin Xu was dumbfounded.

What was Zhou Jinling like at this time?

Wearing a shirt that costs a few dozen yuan, smoking cigarettes that cost a dozen yuan like everyone else, with half of his hair turned white, he looked exactly like a fifty-year-old man, with not a trace of the demeanor of a big boss.

"You only saw what Brother Zhou looked like when he was down on his luck, but he also had a glorious period when he earned over 100 million a year. Don't underestimate him. Don't call him Old Zhou all the time. Maybe one day he will make a comeback, and when you want to call him Brother Zhou, he might not even pay attention to you."

Qi Liang earnestly gave his instructions.

At this moment, Zhou Jinling, who had just reached the door, stopped in his tracks. The light in his eyes dimmed for a moment, but then brightened again.

"I must stand up again," Zhou Jinling vowed silently in his heart.

“Okay, then I’ll be more polite to him from now on,” Jin Xu said casually.

"President Cao and President Zuo are both old friends of Brother Zhou. I heard that Brother Zhou was able to get into Orange Technology because of President Zuo's introduction." Qi Liang glanced at Jin Xu and continued.

"What the heck! Why didn't you say so sooner!" Jin Xu was stunned; he had no idea that Zhou Jinling had this connection.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have called him Old Zhou all the time.

"Ahem!" Zhou Jinling coughed twice on purpose before walking out.

"Brother Zhou, I was ignorant before. I'll treat you to a foot massage tonight as an apology."

Jin Xu approached with a grin, speaking ingratiatingly.

"Forget about washing feet, they're all so dark and dirty, I wouldn't dare touch them. Anyway, we've sold out, let's drink together tonight."

Zhou Jinling put his arm around Jin Xu's neck and said nonchalantly.

He knew in his heart that Jin Xu's change of attitude was because of Cao Dahua and Zuo Hongyu, but he didn't care.

This three-person team is his only hope for a comeback at Orange Technology. He needs to win over each of them to have a chance to rise again.

Otherwise, a hothead like Jin Xu might not be able to offer him any help, but if he were to hold him back or cause trouble, he would definitely be unable to defend against it.

"Brother Zhou, I heard from the locals that there are also some with fairer skin. Let's have a drink first, and then go get a foot massage."

Jin Xu grinned and chuckled.

"Is the top white or the bottom white?" Qi Liang pressed.

"You two should take it easy, don't make yourselves sick," Zhou Jinling shook his head and refused.

If an old acquaintance saw this, they would be very surprised.

You should know that Zhou Jinling used to be a veteran of the pleasure quarters; there was no trick he wouldn't try.

Clearly, after suffering such a heavy blow, Zhou Jinling's mindset has changed.

the other side.

Chen Yansen and Meng Jie left Mingli Restaurant and drove to the Sky Garden.

"This doesn't seem to be the way back to school?" Mengjie noticed something was wrong and asked curiously.

"It's too late, don't go back to school, just stay in the city for the night."

Chen Yansen said casually.

Mengjie glanced at the time; it was only 8:30. How was that late?

But she didn't refute it. Some heart-pounding images flashed through her mind, and she silently lowered her head.

Thinking to myself: No wonder Chen Yansen insisted on buying me the Tang-style skirt; he had no good intentions all along.

Meng Jie looked at Chen Yansen with her eyes watery.

(End of this chapter)