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Chapter 667 Cut off Orange's phone supply? Who's on your side!
An hour later, Chen Yansen returned to his office.

At this moment, the once clear blue sky had transformed into a scene of dense, leaden clouds and an impending storm.

Summer weather is always like this; it changes in an instant, without any warning.

at the same time.

Panasonic Chairman Yoshino approached Sony Group head Kazuo Sakurai, hoping to join forces with him to persuade him to cut off the supply of Orange phones.

"Are you kidding me? Do you know how many CMOS image sensors and lens assemblies Orange Technology purchases from Sony every year?"

Kazuo Sakurai chuckled, finding Yoshino's idea too naive.

Why should he help Matsushita?
I'm not Yoshino's biological father!
Moreover, Sony's high-end mobile phone series are inseparable from Deep Blue batteries. Why would they risk offending Senlian Capital and even abandoning the huge Chinese market just to keep Panasonic going?

Unless he's insane, he would never agree to Yoshino's absurd request.

"Sakurai-kun, I know this will temporarily cause Sony to lose some profits, but have you thought about it? Orange phones have already surpassed Apple in global market share, and overseas shipments are constantly climbing. If this continues, Sony's mobile phone business will also be impacted!"

Yoshino took a deep breath, suppressing his eagerness, and tried to make his words more convincing.

"Impact?"

Kazuo Sakurai looked as if he'd heard the funniest joke. Leaning forward slightly, he said disdainfully, "Have you forgotten that Sony's CMOS sensors have a 40% market share globally, and Orange Technology is Sony's second-largest customer? This business alone brings Sony a whopping 800 billion yen in revenue every year. You want me to cut off the supply? How do you plan to make up for this loss?"

These words left Yoshino speechless.

He opened his mouth, but the words he had prepared got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

He intended to say that DeepBlue Technology's refusal to supply Panasonic was essentially malicious suppression, and that Sony and Panasonic, being both Japanese companies, should be united in their hatred of the enemy and work together to curb the development of Senlian Capital.

But he overlooked one thing: in Kazuo Sakurai's eyes, he was not considered "one of his own" at all; self-interest was what the other party valued most.

Left with no other choice, Yoshino could only awkwardly get up and say goodbye.

But he did not give up!

After leaving Sony headquarters, he sat alone in his car for a while and suddenly had a new idea: since he couldn't persuade Sony, he might as well use Panasonic's influence in the business world, join forces with other peers to put pressure on the Business Association, and then use the association's power to push the Foreign Affairs Association to mediate.

the other side.

Thanks to Mimo's algorithm-driven push notifications, nearly half of the users across Southeast Asia saw the video of Yuki Yamada kneeling before Chen Yansen.

The controversy had almost died down, but netizens, seeing that the incident had brought shame upon the nation internationally, instantly lost their temper and launched increasingly vicious attacks online.

Surprisingly, these people didn't target DeepBlue Technology; instead, they targeted Panasonic.

Faced with fierce criticism from netizens, Yoshino Tomo had no choice but to give Yamada Yuki a hush money payment in order to protect Matsushita's reputation and shift all the blame onto him.

For the first time, the entire Southeast Asian region truly felt the influence and power of Senlian Capital in the battery industry.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky over Luzhou grew increasingly dark.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled clap of thunder suddenly exploded, and torrential rain poured down from thousands of meters in the sky.

In an instant, the entire city was reflected in the floodwaters, as if it had been completely turned upside down.

Chen Yansen glanced out the window, then looked at his watch. After a few seconds of contemplation, he asked Xiao Li to prepare the car, and then headed to an agricultural and livestock bank in the government district.

When he arrived, the rain showed no signs of letting up.

Large raindrops pounded on the ground, making a dense "pitter-patter" sound.

Chen Yansen took out his phone, found Meng Jie's number, and dialed it.

"Are you off work yet? I can give you a ride home."

He leaned back in the soft leather seat and asked casually, "Five more minutes, please wait a moment, Mr. Chen." Meng Jie replied with a smile on the other end of the phone.

Chen Yansen hummed in agreement and then hung up the phone.

Not long after, Meng Jie, dressed in a uniform, ran to the car with an umbrella and then bent down to snuggle into Chen Yansen's arms.

"Your feet are wet, change your shoes first."

Chen Yansen rubbed Mengjie's head and pointed to her flat leather shoes.

It was obvious that I hadn't noticed and stepped into a puddle; my shoes were still wet.

Seeing Chen Yansen casually take a pair of disposable slippers from the storage box, Meng Jie asked with a puzzled look, "Why do you keep slippers in the car?"

"This was prepared for you," Chen Yansen replied seriously.

Mengjie chuckled, not in a hurry to ask any more questions, and bent down to take off her leather shoes, revealing white stockings underneath.

She reached out her delicate white hand and gently pulled, taking off her stockings.

These feet were only the size of a palm, white with a hint of pink, with neatly trimmed toenails and plump, rounded toes that looked like grapes.

"Should I go to your place or mine?" Mengjie asked, looking up.

"Let's go eat first."

Chen Yansen waved his hand.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Li immediately rushed towards the nearby shopping mall.

Chen Yansen did not enter Meng Jie's house until 9 p.m.

As soon as the bedroom door closed, the two went straight to the bathroom, then to the living room, balcony, and kitchen, and finally to the master bedroom.

……

……

The following afternoon, Liang Yue, who was far away in Shanghai, received a call from Sheng Benkun of Kuai Pao Legal Services.

"Sister Liang, the verdict from Huian is out. I've sent the electronic copy to your email. I'll tell you the result directly: you'll receive half of your husband's death compensation from the car accident. If you don't receive the money within a week, I'll help you apply for enforcement."

Sheng Benkun said slowly.

"Thank you! Thank you, Attorney Sheng!"

Liang Yue was stunned for a moment, and the next second her eyes reddened as she kept repeating her thanks.

Actually, they were all colleagues, and Sheng Benkun had repeatedly said before that she could just call him by his name. But at this moment, she was filled with gratitude and subconsciously used the title "Lawyer Sheng".

"Sister Liang, don't be so formal, this is just my job," Sheng Benkun replied with a smile.

Although after joining Senlian Capital, I mostly deal with trivial cases on a daily basis, the sense of accomplishment this job brings is no less.

Of course, the legal services that Liang Yue received were actually paid for by Chen Yansen.

After all, without financial support, ideals and beliefs alone cannot win a lawsuit. Lawyers also need to make a living through their work, and they can't work for nothing.

After hanging up the phone, Liang Yue wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She took a deep breath and continued taking orders and delivering food.

The company treats her like family, so she naturally can't slack off and has to do her job well.

(End of this chapter)