Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 119 You Disrespect Me! (Second Update!)
Ji Shuangshuang's words stunned Lin Yi for a moment. After a while, he remembered where the $20 came from.

I've been so busy these past few days that I forgot to send a greeting text to the generous Mr. Eisent.

Look at my own brain.

Lin Yi slapped his forehead and took out the cell phone from the drawer that was used to contact Essente and Smith.

The phone still has power, so it doesn't need to be charged for now.

I turned on mobile data, logged into the software, and the software immediately popped up about 10 messages.

Some were from Smith, and some were from Essent.

After glancing at Smith's message, I saw that the guy kept asking about the factory's progress. The rest of his messages were indirect, mentioning that he had some things that needed technical support and asking Lin Yi to see if he could help find someone.

After casually replying with a price, Lin Yi found Eisente's message again.

The logistics officer's message was rather simple: he started with an apology, followed by information about the successful transfer.

Looking at the time, it should have been posted around 11 PM Beijing time.

11 p.m. Beijing time is about 5 a.m. Hawaii time.

After calculating this time, Lin Yi couldn't help but wonder what had forced this Mr. America to get up at 5 a.m.?
After carefully considering the wording, I placed my fingers on the phone's keyboard and typed out a paragraph:

[Thank you, Mr. Eisent. I have received the money and look forward to the next collaboration. But Mr. Eisent, sending a message so early, were you busy all night?]

After sending the message, Lin Yi prepared to pack his things, wash up, and go to bed. However, just as he picked up his clothes, his phone chimed with a message reply.

When I opened my phone, it was from Eisent.

[Good morning? It's evening here! I didn't work all night; I just worked two extra hours after my afternoon shift. I know your payment has been made, so I'm sending you this message to remind you.]

[But it should be almost dawn where you are, are you still working overtime?]

This news made Lin Yi frown subconsciously.

What do you mean by "after get off work, I worked two more hours, and knowing that your payment has been made, I just sent you a message to remind you"?
After pondering the sentence several times, Lin Yi sat down at the computer and turned it on.

I found a picture of a globe online and stared at it carefully.

The Japanese company that I sent the message to is registered in Tokyo, so he would ask me in the message if I was still working overtime.

But what the other person said was more important.

Eisent sent the message around 11 p.m. on my end, while his get off work hours should be around 5 or 6 p.m.

After deducting 1-2 hours for activities and meals, he should start working overtime around 7 o'clock, which is about 9 pm.

If we don't deduct the time spent on activities and meals, then he sent the message around 7 pm.

I, who am in the same time zone, received the message around 11 p.m.

In other words, there is a two-hour time difference or a four-hour time difference between the two sides.

Based on the two-hour time difference, this guy's current location is between the UTC+6 and UTC+4 time zones.

Having calculated the approximate location of the other party, Lin Yi pressed his finger on the screen and slowly slid it down along the East 6th district.

Soon, a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar name came into his view.

Diego Garcia Islands.

America's most important base in the Indian Ocean region.

Eisent mentioned it.

This name made Lin Yi frown even more.

If he remembered correctly, the last time Eisent said it was just that some of the Smiths were being transferred to Diego Garcia.

If it's only a portion of the personnel, as one of the logistics officers, the possibility of him being transferred is very small.

But now that he has been transferred to Diego Garcia, it means that the situation has changed.

Lin Yi let out a soft sigh, placed his fingers on the keyboard, and typed out a subtle, indirect statement:
"Are you on vacation? That's great. Unlike me, I've been running around doing business these past few days and haven't had time to keep up with the news. On behalf of the company, I'd like to thank Mr. Eisent for his funding. With this investment, our company is one step further away from dissolution. Thank you."

Less than 20 seconds after the message was sent, the other party replied with a few words.

[It's a transfer, a full-scale relocation. If it were a vacation, I wouldn't even message you; I'd wait until my vacation is over.]

Your efficiency was very high; it's a real shame the company went bankrupt.

Send me a list of your services, and I'll see which ones are suitable for you.

Seeing that Eisent's response was just as he had guessed, Lin Yi held his phone in his left hand and dragged the mouse with his right hand to connect to a VPN, crawled onto the internet, and began searching for news related to the Middle East.

But after searching for a long time, I couldn't find any news about fighting in that area.

He searched Twitter for a long time but still couldn't find anything similar, which made him a little suspicious.

Ultimately, he decided to go find the person involved and ask Ahmed, who was far away in Iraq.

After all, when the cannons roar, gold flows in.

The time to profit from war has come.

Regaining his attention, he typed another text message and sent it to Eisent:

Thank you, Mr. Eisent. I will compile a list of business requests and send it to your email address as soon as possible. The business is rather varied and small, so please don't mind.

I'm going back to work now. Goodbye.

After sending the message, Lin Yi tossed his phone aside, logged into the QQ account he used to contact Ahmed, and found that Ahmed was online. He immediately typed a message:
"Are you there?"

"exist!"

"What are you doing?"

"Go online!"

The question and answer was rather pointless. Lin Yi touched his nose and typed the information he had just received into the chat box:
"Breaking news: All of America's Camp Smith in Hawaii has been transferred to Diego Garcia."

"You mentioned this news before!"

"Last time it was a partial transfer, this time it's a full staff transfer."

"??????????" A series of question marks appeared, and Ahmed seemed to finally realize that something was wrong.

Following the question mark came even more urgent news.

"What do you mean? The American troops have been fighting like crazy in Iraq these past few days, and they've already mobilized all their forces?"

"No, we don't need that many people to fight those terrorists!"

Who are they going to attack?

Lin Yi casually sent over a shrug emoji made by a netizen:

"I'm not sure. It might be related to the Arab Spring that I told you about last time, or it might just be to deal with those terrorists."

"I haven't received any more information from above, so I can't update you on it."

"However, I'd like to know what you've been doing all this time, and what's been happening in Iraq lately, in more detail, in more secrecy, that might help us deduce something."

The message was sent, but there was no reply for a long time. Just as Lin Yi was about to pack his clothes to take a shower, the message came through.

"Because of what happened last time, all the intelligence organizations are pursuing us closely, and our Sadr organization members are hiding around Najaf, trying to avoid the limelight."

"The other slightly more familiar organizations, such as the Justice League and the Badr organization, are active, but they are not making much noise."

"They're all just small-scale operations."

"As for the ISI in the north, their range of activity is gradually decreasing due to the Americas' cutting and slicing tactics."

"The range of their activities is gradually decreasing, the range of America's attacks is also gradually shrinking, and the number of personnel should also be reduced."

"So you're saying that the entire Smith Battalion in Hawaii has been redeployed to Diego Garcia? I don't understand why they would do that." Seeing this news gave Lin Yi a headache.

Because of their own butterfly effect, the history of the American people in Iraq has deviated from the known history.

He wasn't quite sure what the Americans wanted to do.

However, now that people have been transferred there, a fight is bound to happen.

That large area...

The only valuable targets are Syria and Iran. It's unlikely that Iran will take action, so it's very likely that Syria will be the target.

Recalling America's actions in Syria last time, an outrageous idea flashed through Lin Yi's mind.

The redeployment of American troops is likely intended to drive all ISIS forces in northern Iraq into Syria, and then launch a surprise attack.

People go in first, and then you can slowly pull them in.

Considering this possibility, he carefully chose his words and sent this conjecture to Ahmed:

"The target may be Syria. The American people may drive all the ISI to Syria and then take the opportunity to pursue and attack relentlessly, directly bypassing the Syrian government's permission and stuffing the main force into Syria."

“Raw rice makes cooked rice.”

There was another moment of silence on the other end, along with a question mark.

After the question mark, there is only one word.

【grateful】

After sending his thanks, Ahmed's avatar disappeared, Lin Yi shut down the computer, and finally picked up his clothes to take a shower.

He went to sleep and rest, while the competitor next door was still reviewing their performance.

In the Gree factory office in the Suzhou Industrial Park, Wang Tian, ​​holding a document in his hand, was scolding Xie Lin with spittle flying everywhere.

"Are you out of your mind? I told you to go and cause them trouble, not to have fun with them."

“If you actually have someone carry a dead body over there, and actually go to the other party’s exhibition site to cry, then I’ll consider you the boss, and I’ll personally report to the head office and personally help you get to my position.”

"You have someone carry over a burnt-out air conditioner unit, and then you have someone cry there."

"What are you trying to do? Are you trying to make them laugh to death?"

"And even if you're going to say that the indoor unit of the air conditioner is not safe, you should talk to Lao Peng and come up with a suitable solution so that it's not obvious to anyone at a glance."

"You're something else, you used a spray gun to burn it, and you didn't even mention it was for camouflage."

"How can there be someone as stupid as you?"

After being insulted, Wang Tian paced anxiously in circles. The real business battle is about making your competitors the butt of your own jokes, not the other way around.

He was still racking his brains, trying to figure out how to cause some trouble for that so-called Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

Then Shailene, who was behind him, spoke up:

"Mr. Wang, as a normal person, you cannot insult my personality or my intelligence."

"You ask me if I'm stupid, but several other companies at the scene did similar things to us."

Why don't you just call them stupid?

Why can't you learn to respect others?

Wang Tian, ​​who was frantically spinning around in place, suddenly stopped, his movement like a high-speed engine being forcibly brought to a halt.

He swayed, stiffly turned his head, and looked at Xie Lin as if she were an idiot:

"Is there something wrong with your brain?"

"You don't respect me!" Xie Lin roared in response, and this roar finally confirmed to Wang Tian that this person had something wrong with her head.

Taking a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger rising in his chest, and then forcefully getting his CPU running again, Wang Tian cursed loudly at the person in front of him:
“You are my employee, not a new employee, but a long-term employee. I asked you to do a job, but you didn’t do it well and instead made it into the local entertainment news.”

"If I don't curse you, who should I curse?"

"Go and yell at the neighbors? Who should I yell at? Panasonic or Haili Electric?"

"Say it!"

"say something!"

"You don't respect me!" Xie Lin retorted, interrupting Wang Tian's remaining words. Wang Tian stood there with his mouth agape, repeating the words over and over in his mind, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

After a long while, a look of relief appeared on his face. He tilted his head back, looked at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, and said:
"Pack your things and get out of here."

Don't come tomorrow.

After leaving those words, Wang Tian grabbed the phone and walked out, making a call as he went:

"Old Peng, I need to talk to you..."

Behind him, Xie Lin watched his departing figure, a fierce glint in her eyes.

…………

As the new day began, the Audi slowly drove into the parking area following the directional signs. Gao Jin got out of the car and patted the passenger door.

In the passenger seat, Shinji Oda got out of the car, straightened his suit, and then asked Gao Jin in a low voice:

What should I be aware of?

Gao Jin tilted his head slightly, looked Oda Shinji up and down, then turned back and said calmly:

"You'd better not let anyone else know you're Japanese."

"Isn't it?"

"I can't guarantee that."

"I'll pay attention then, is there anything else?"

"Don't let anyone know about your cringe-worthy actions yesterday."

Hearing Gao Jin start talking about yesterday again, Oda Shinji stepped forward and followed closely behind Gao Jin: "Was that so offensive?"

"That's not an eyesore. If it weren't for those strange people, the team I assembled yesterday would be absolutely unique in the world."

"That was just an accident, it has nothing to do with me."

"Yes, yes, it has nothing to do with you." Gao Jin didn't want to talk, he just kept walking. When he thought about how yesterday's mess had made the news, he lowered his head even further.

Because it was local legal news.

He hadn't walked far with his head down when he felt someone tugging at his clothes from behind. He turned around and saw it was Shinji Oda.

As he looked over in confusion, the insolent Japanese man pointed to the side.

Xiaomi Heavy Industry's setup at the sports center plaza involved creating a perimeter around the plaza and then placing a large gate at the location with the highest foot traffic.

The temporary wall surrounding the area can serve as a temporary billboard.

At this moment, the billboards were transformed into tables.

The table compares the installation service costs of Xiaomi Heavy Industry home appliances and other brands' home appliances.

The installation price on one side is clearly stated, while the price on the other side is a lump sum total.

Gao Jin stared at the form for a while, and couldn't help but frown.

This table is brilliant.

The brilliance lies in the fact that Lin Yi, with a single stroke, stripped his competitors bare.

Didn't you say that the price included these fees?
How do you explain that your competitors' service prices are lower than yours?
(End of this chapter)