Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 116 Sabotage and Backstabbing! (Second Update!)

Lin Yi was shocked when he saw this.

He had considered the possibility of his competitors stabbing him in the back and the tactics they might use, but he never expected them to be so ruthless.

They're even willing to use dead people to stab someone in the back.

This is fucking ridiculous.

This is a bit much.

Instead of approaching immediately, he stood at a distance, took out his phone, and called Liu Daneng, asking Liu Daneng and Cao Bin to come and handle the situation.

After making that call, he hid to the side and dialed 110.

People are dead.

Then we can only ask the great police officers to come forward and investigate this matter in detail.

After reporting the incident to the police, he sent another message to Zhou Tianming.

It was sent via MMS, and it cost two cents.

Seeing the notification that the MMS had been successfully sent, Lin Yi's heart bled uncontrollably.

Damn telecom companies.

After doing all this, he walked towards Gao Jin and Liu Fei, who were mixed in with the crowd, nodded to them, pushed through the crowd, and walked towards the center:
"Give in, give in."

After much effort, Lin Yi finally squeezed into the crowd. When he finally saw what was in the center of the crowd, he couldn't help but curse.

The person lying on the stretcher wasn't a person, but a 3-horsepower standing air conditioner unit.

The air conditioner unit lying on the stretcher has a gap more than half a meter long starting from the power cord at the bottom. The edges of the gap are twisted and strange.

Anyone with eyes can tell at a glance that this air conditioner indoor unit has been burned.

The fire likely started at the power cord interface of the indoor air conditioner unit.

Upon seeing this, Lin Yi was speechless with emotion, tears streaming down his face.

You reported the wrong police report.

It's over.

As he was figuring out how to deal with the approaching police, a wailing sound rang out from outside the crowd, followed by the sounds of the onlookers:

"Make way, everyone inside, the police are here."

"Holy crap, who did this air conditioner seller offend? It's just an air conditioner that got burned, why are there armed police here?"

"Holy crap, this is going to be hilarious."

"Get out of the way quickly so the police officers can go in first."

As the crowd parted amidst the commotion, five tall, burly armed police officers, each holding a shield in their left hand and a baton in their right, led the way through the separated passage. Behind them were several other police officers who looked exceptionally capable.

Upon seeing the people kneeling on the ground and noticing the white cloths wrapped around their heads, but not the white banners they were carrying, the armed police officers with shields did not hesitate for a moment. They turned their backs to the kneeling people and held their shields upright.

The police officers following closely behind them stepped forward and easily spotted the leader among the kneeling men:
"Where's the body? Didn't they just call to say there was a body here?"

Where is the body?

"do not be afraid!"

The police's questioning left the people who had been kneeling on the ground crying completely bewildered. They raised their heads in confusion, looked at the armed police, and then at the police officers beside them.

"What corpse?"

This seemingly casual question left the police officer bewildered. Only then did he notice the attire of the people in front of him.

Following the people's attire, he also saw a stretcher among them, and an air conditioner unit covered with a white sheet on the stretcher.

The policeman frowned for a moment, then squatted down, solemnly pulled the white cloth off, and then covered it back up.

After covering the area with the white sheet, the police officer who had been asking the questions took two steps back, revealing a slightly constipated expression.

Well, the person who called the police must have misread it.

He waved to several armed police officers with shields and said irritably, "You should disperse the crowd. This must be a case of mistaken identity."

After the armed police with shields withdrew, the policeman walked over to the group of people dressed in mourning clothes, squatted down, lifted the white sheet on the stretcher, and asked with a stern face:
"what's the situation?"

Among the kneeling people, a middle-aged man in his thirties stepped forward and pointed to the door beside him:

“There’s a company called Xiaomi Heavy Industry that sells home appliances. My brother bought one yesterday and installed it this morning.”

"I just turned on the heating for a moment, and then the air conditioner started burning up."

"Fortunately, we reacted quickly, unplugged the power, and put out the fire."

"Otherwise, the house would have burned down."

Hearing what this person said, the police officer who was asking the question frowned a little. He lifted the white cloth again and reached out to touch the part of the air conditioner unit that had been blackened by smoke.

Squeeze it hard, then bring your finger to your nose; you can still smell the odor of burnt plastic.

However, the charred marks did not look like they were caused by an electrical leak or fire.

He clapped his hands, stood up, pointed to the air conditioner unit on the ground, and shouted to those around him:
Where is the merchant?

Upon hearing the call, Liu Daneng and Cao Bin stepped forward and raised their identification badges.

"We are the manufacturer."

"They were crying so hard here just now, and we didn't know what was covered underneath, so we didn't dare to come out."

"I understand now, thank you, officer."

The police officer who was questioning him looked to be in his mid-thirties. He didn't look old, and even looked a bit young. Seeing that Liu Daneng, who was obviously older than him, was calling him "Uncle Policeman," he couldn't hold back anymore.

He then took out his phone, pointed to the number on it, and asked:
Do you recognize this number?

Upon seeing that it was his boss's number, Liu Daneng subconsciously turned around to look behind him.

Further behind them, Lin Yi sighed, pushed aside the people blocking his way, and slowly walked over.

Where he left, Gao Jin discreetly took out his phone, found the number labeled as Oda Shinji, and casually sent a text message.

[Plans changed, action moved forward!]

The other party quickly replied with an "ok".

Lin Yi walked into the center of the crowd, looked at the police, first gave them his phone number, then pointed to the air conditioner unit covered with a white sheet on the ground and said:

"Sorry, I misread it."

"It's alright, being cautious is a good thing." After confirming the number again, the police officer who had asked the question showed his badge and took a folder from behind him.

"Li An from the Criminal Investigation Team."

"Please fill in your name, mobile phone number, and ID number."

"We need to get a police report receipt."

After Lin Yi finished filling out the form, he pointed at the person kneeling on the ground:
"Handle it properly, don't fight."

After speaking, he pointed to a young man behind him, then to the person kneeling on the ground and Lin Yi:

"Keep an eye on things here, just make sure there's no fighting."

After giving his orders, he turned and left with his men, while Lin Yi finally knelt down in front of them and asked directly:

"Tell me, what are your conditions?"

As soon as he said that, Liu Daneng, who was behind him, immediately showed a look of anxiety. He quickly squatted down and whispered a reminder to Lin Yi from behind:
“We can’t be the first to ask.” Lin Yi waved his hand, giving the person a reassuring look, then turned back to the person in front of him and asked:

"Tell us your terms. We can afford to pay one or two million."

It was a very light sentence, but it made everyone around gasp.

Especially the leader who was kneeling in front of Lin Yi.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Lin Yi with a serious expression:

"You'll give me as much as I want?"

"Hmm!" Lin Yi nodded, then raised his eyes and carefully searched the surrounding crowd. After searching for a while and not seeing anyone suspicious, he simply turned his head towards the kneeling man:
"I'll name a number, 200 million, how about it?"

Just moments ago it was one or two million, now it's jumped to two million. The man kneeling on the ground's eyes lit up instantly. He slapped his thigh with his right hand, stood up abruptly, and asked Lin Yi repeatedly:

"Is it really 200 million?"

"Correct!"

"Really?"

"real!"

Hearing Lin Yi's confirmation again, the man's smile widened. Just as he was about to agree, the young policeman standing behind him stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder.

"I advise you not to take this money."

The man instinctively tried to struggle as someone pressed down on his shoulder, but when he turned around, he found it was a police officer in uniform.

Although he looked young, his serious expression made him instinctively shut his mouth.

Having failed to entice anyone, Lin Yi calmly touched his nose. Then, the young policeman opposite him said softly:

"Mr. Lin, if this is a quality issue with your product, please resolve it as soon as possible."

“If they are deliberately framing you, you can call the police now. I can receive the call from the bureau and conduct an on-site investigation and then bring them all back to the bureau.”

"But you didn't need to set this up like that."

Having his thoughts exposed, Lin Yi showed no embarrassment. He simply stood up and clapped his hands.

As his clapping sounded, the noisy crowd around him quieted down, wanting to see what he was going to do.

Once the noise completely subsided, Lin Yi put his hands to his mouth as megaphones and then said loudly:
"To all of you who have already purchased our company's products, and to those who are planning to purchase them."

"Next, we're going to conduct an experiment."

"This experiment is called the fire resistance test of electrical appliances."

"We will provide everyone with the necessary materials later so that you can simulate this experiment."

"Now, anyone who wants to participate in the experiment can line up in front of me and get ready to participate."

As soon as the words were spoken, a group of people who loved watching the drama immediately rushed to Lin Yi's side and formed a small queue.

Seeing these people's actions, Cao Bin immediately walked behind Lin Yi: "Senior Brother?"

"Go and move ten air conditioners over, and while you're at it, bring over the gas cylinders and spray guns we prepared." Lin Yi gave the order without even turning his head.

Upon receiving the order, Cao Bin immediately left, while Liu Daneng stayed behind to help Lin Yi organize the team.

As soon as the group was lined up, Lin Yi saw a red flag that tour groups love to carry outside the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, the crowd outside parted again, and a group slowly approached.

The person at the front was wearing a red hat, had a small speaker hanging from his waist, held a small red flag in his right hand, and a microphone in his left.

He looks like a tour guide.

Behind this person was a man holding a thin bamboo pole and carrying a pure red flag.

Behind this person were a dozen or so elderly men and women.

This strange group walked into the middle of the crowd. The person at the front, who looked like a tour guide, pointed to the passageway in front of him, then turned to the elderly men and women and said:

"Comrades, do you still remember the slogans we shouted back then?"

"Ensure quality, quantity, and progress!"

At his shout, the dozen or so elderly men and women wearing red baseball caps immediately raised their arms and shouted back:

"Ensure quality, quantity, and progress!"

This group of people who suddenly appeared completely overshadowed the few people who had been kneeling on the ground crying, drawing everyone's attention.

Lin Yi also tilted his head, wanting to see what these old men and women were up to.

After all, elderly people are like nuclear weapons in business competition.

Once it's used, it's a fight to the death.

The dozen or so elderly men and women behind them chanted slogans for a while, then the tour guide in front waved his small flag vigorously and continued to point to the opening of the passage ahead:
"But yesterday, a home appliance brand with very low prices actually appeared in our Suzhou."

"As veteran workers, we all know what it means to get what you pay for."

"If he dares to offer such a low price, there must be one possibility: he's cutting corners in places that aren't visible."

"So, as veteran workers, we have to teach these young people a lesson on behalf of the country."

"Let them know what the spirit of the workers is."

After the tour guide finished shouting, a large group of elderly men and women behind him raised their hands high and shouted "Workers' Spirit!"

Hearing this string of words, Lin Yi's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He immediately grabbed the man next to him who was holding a white cloth over his head and forced him to look at the tour guide:

"Your people?"

Lin Yi's grip was very strong. The man struggled but couldn't break free. "I'm not going to give up!"

As soon as he said that, the man felt the hand on his shoulder tighten its grip, and he quickly added:
"I didn't get any of those requests!"

Behind Lin Yi, Gao Jin took a step back, pulled out his phone, and quickly dialed Oda Shinji's number. As soon as the call connected, he began to curse under his breath:

"what are you doing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd outside started making noise again, and another small red flag slowly appeared.

The crowd parted, and a group of about 20 people slowly approached through the gaps in the crowd.

The leader was an elderly woman who looked to be around 50 years old, and she was dressed in similar attire to the tour guide from before.

He had a megaphone hanging from his waist, a microphone in his left hand, and a small flag in his right.

However, her clothes looked more like those of a former factory worker.

The dozen or so elderly men and women behind him were dressed similarly.

The old woman's expression faltered for a moment when she saw the scene in the crowd, but she quickly regained her composure, brought the microphone to her lips, waved the flag in her right hand, turned around, and spoke loudly to the people behind her:

"This is the exhibition I told you about. The organizers have displayed various parts in detail here."

Aren't you all curious about why those industrial products are so expensive?

"I'll take this opportunity to introduce this exhibition today and explain it."

"Explain what brand value is, explain what channel revenue sharing is, and explain what rebates are."

"After seeing this exhibition today, everyone will realize that sometimes you don't get what you pay for."

"A high price does not necessarily mean a good product."

(End of this chapter)