Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 126 Good News! (Third Update!)

As he spoke, Shinji Oda stared intently ahead, his eyes filled with an extraordinary devotion, as if he were looking at Buddha.

Unlike his piety, Gao Jin's face, which had turned red with excitement, turned deathly pale the moment he heard those two words.

The next second, the already dismissed Panasonic executive darted forward, grabbed Shinji Oda by the collar with his right hand, and punched him directly with his left.

boom!
Shinji Oda took a solid punch, which turned his right eye into a black eye.

It also injured the bridge of my nose.

Bright red blood tinged with a hint of darkness slowly flowed from his nostrils. Shinji Oda leisurely raised his hand, touched the hot blood flowing from his nasal cavity with his right middle finger, looked at it, and then put it back into his mouth.

He took a sip amidst everyone's astonished gazes, then slowly and deliberately said:

"The so-called 50% energy saving is nothing more than a false advertising tactic that the Chinese are good at using."

"If Ms. Matsushita Nobuko doesn't believe it, she can take a trip around the surrounding cities and see what advertisements those businesses are putting up."

"To deceive people, they can even say that the air conditioner doesn't need electricity."

After sucking the blood from his fingers, Shinji Oda slapped Gao Jin's hand away and stared intently at him:

"Mr. Gao is very capable, even more so than some of the senior management at the head office."

"If this were a typical Chinese company, Mr. Gao Jin would probably already be the top executive president."

"But the problem is that this is Panasonic's company in China, and our organizational structure is more inclined towards Japanese management methods."

"There is an old Chinese saying that goes, 'A real man should not be depressed and live under the thumb of others for long.'"

"So he took advantage of this so-called Xiaomi Heavy Industry publicity to devise this plan."

"Admittedly, from a long-term perspective, it is better to proactively lower prices now than to be forced to lower prices in the future, because we can win the favor of consumers."

"But the problem is, if you don't make money, you're a bastard."

Shinji Oda emphasized the words "bastard."

It seems to be targeting Koshin, and it also seems to be targeting Matsushita Nobuko.

Upon hearing this, Matsushita Nobuko pressed her hand to her brow and fixed her gaze on Gao Jin:
"Mr. Gao, your vision is profound and your thinking is thought-provoking. Someone like you is a waste of talent at Panasonic. Therefore, you have graduated."

"I'll say it again: we will give you your compensation on time, but only if you hand over all the known information."

"that's it."

After repeating her opening remarks, Matsushita Nobuko stood up, smiled at Kojin, then smiled at Oda Shinji, and left.

As she walked out of the office, her secretary immediately followed, lowering her voice to ask:

"Miss Nobuko, should I investigate this further?"

"No need." Nobuko Matsushita waved her hand casually, her high heels clicking on the floor, a sound that conveyed her reply.

She took two more steps forward before stopping and saying to the people behind her:
“We didn’t spend our advertising money all these years for nothing. If a small factory wants to break through the competition, they have to go through as much trouble as we did back then.”

"The most likely scenario is that they will die on the way."

"Moreover, we have a very ambitious competitor among us, which is only beneficial to us."

"Because we can use it to draw fire."

“Let’s go. The Chinese New Year is just a few days away. If we want to expand into the Chinese market, we need to understand Chinese festivals. Let’s celebrate the New Year in China this year.”

"Our primary task today is to come with me for a walk around."

The sound of high heels gradually faded away. The secretary paused for a moment behind her, then continued walking to catch up.

In the conference room, Gao Jin stared at Shinji Oda with a grim expression. He was seething with anger and wanted to ask a few questions, but the words that came out were replaced by a cold, sinister laugh.

"Shinji Oda, you're such a bastard."

Shinji Oda pointed to the bridge of his nose: "I'm Japanese!"

"Why did you do this?!" Gao Jin roared again, his anger causing him to spit out saliva, which landed all over Oda Shinji's face.

Faced with the roar, Shinji Oda calmly took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the spittle from his face, and continued unhurriedly:
"As the saying goes, a good bird chooses a good tree to perch on, and clearly, you are not one."

"However, by using you as a stepping stone, I can find a better piece of wood."

After saying this, he smiled and walked past Gao Jin, patted Gao Jin on the shoulder, and walked straight out of the conference room.

The door closed, completely cutting off Gao Jin's view.

He stepped into the elevator, but instead of going downstairs, he took it to the top floor, found a sheltered spot, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and smoked half of it while the wind took half.

…………

despair!
As her high heels stepped onto the granite slabs, Nobuko Matsushita's gaze fixed on the simple gate that had been demolished.

After watching for a while and not seeing the scene she wanted, she walked to the side to look at the slogans that hadn't been removed yet.

Upon seeing those slogans, a sneer immediately flashed across her face:
"A quality gatekeeper for home appliances? That's really bold."

"These Chinese people are really shameless."

"The event is a five-day event, and it's only the fifth day at noon, and they've already started dismantling the event site."

"The explanation isn't very helpful either."

"gone!"

On the other side, in a private conference room at the Suzhou International Convention and Exhibition Center Hotel.

Only two people were seated around the huge circular conference table.

On the left is Lin Yi, and on the right is Tao Zhanpeng.

Diagonally between the two was a television screen, on which was a Japanese man dressed very plainly, who looked like a farmer.

The man had a smile on his face and looked very kind.

They are very easy to bully.

However, the atmosphere in the meeting room didn't match his smile.

Lin Yi had a sullen face, and Tao Zhanpeng opposite him also had a sullen face.

In this eerie atmosphere, the person on the television suddenly spoke:
"I cannot fulfill all of Mr. Lin's requests, nor can I agree to them."

"The only thing I can agree to is to add 20 yuan to your price of 200 yuan per unit, making it 220 yuan per unit."

"The first batch of goods is 100,000 units. Today is January 30th, and after tomorrow, it will be February 1st."

"I need you to deliver this entire shipment to me by February 7th."

"According to the announcement issued by the relevant port, they will be closed on February 9, which is the 2th day of the twelfth lunar month."

"At that time, although port operations will continue as normal, the procedures will be very complicated due to the reduction in personnel."

"Therefore, our goods must enter the port to start the formalities before February 7th, and obtain all the formalities before leaving the port before February 9th."

"If Mr. Lin can meet this requirement, we will formally sign a cooperation agreement."

"The relevant funds will be credited to your account tomorrow after the relevant agreement is signed today."

Lin Yi didn't rush to agree. Instead, in front of the camera, he picked up a pen and started scribbling on his notebook, seemingly calculating how much profit he could make at that price.

Unfortunately, the camera in the video conference didn't get to show their faces.

Therefore, neither the person on the other side of the TV nor Tao Zhanpeng across the room would notice that Lin Yi was simply writing the numbers 12345 on his notebook. Based on the experience from the last production run, the cost of this rice cooker was reduced to 150 yuan.

You can make 70 yuan per pot.

10 pots, 700 million.

These small household appliances are eligible for export tax rebates, which is almost equivalent to being tax-free.

Earn blood.

After writing for about 10 minutes, he put down his pen, took a deep breath, and then exhaled heavily.

“Mr. Murakami Kensuke, I agree to your price, but I would like to increase the initial payment from 50% to 70%.”

"At this critical moment, if we want suppliers to provide 10 sets of parts, we will have to pay an additional cost."

"As a partner manufacturer, I hope to secure future cooperation, so I'm covering the extra costs for the supplier this time."

Lin Yi spoke with an air of authority, yet he looked like a complete fool.

Upon hearing this, Tao Zhanpeng raised his eyelids slightly but did not continue speaking.

When Murakami Kensuke on TV heard this, his already smiling face broke into a wide grin.

He clapped his hands, turned his head slightly to look in Tao Zhanpeng's direction, and said softly:
"Since Mr. Lin is so willing to cooperate, then I wish us a pleasant cooperation."

"Mr. Tao, this contract signing is quite urgent, so please take care of it for me and handle the contract signing procedures on my behalf."

"Let's have a proper get-together next time you come to Japan."

After listening to Murakami Kensuke's words, Tao Zhanpeng decisively took out the contract from his briefcase, first showing it to Murakami Kensuke on the other side of the television screen, and then modifying the payment terms in the contract. After the modification was completed, he showed it to Murakami Kensuke again.

After the person on TV nodded, the contract was pushed in front of Lin Yi:

"This is the contract that Mr. Murakami Kensuke sent over earlier."

"Take a look. If there are no problems, we'll sign it."

The contract is in both Chinese and Japanese, a very standard OEM contract. All the terms in the document I had seen before are reflected in this contract.

Lin Yi picked up his pen and added a parenthesis to the payment percentage section, noting the time and place of the modification.

After making the revisions, he returned the document to Tao Zhanpeng.

After reading it, Tao Zhanpeng showed it to the people on TV again before signing his name and affixing the company seal.

The contract was returned to Lin Yi, and he signed it.

Lin Yi kept three copies of the contract for himself, and pushed the remaining three copies to Tao Zhanpeng.

After confirming that the contract had been signed, the person on the television turned off the communication without hesitation, leaving the meeting room to Tao Zhanpeng and Lin Yi.

After tidying up the documents, Tao Zhanpeng stood up and let out a long breath:

"Mr. Lin, if your product sells very well this time, then next time, Mr. Murakami Kensuke will come to negotiate with you personally."

"I have fulfilled my promise."

"If there's any collaboration in the future, you can contact me."

As he spoke, Tao Zhanpeng approached Lin Yi and placed a black business card in front of him.
"I hope we can cooperate in the future."

He put down his business card, turned around without hesitation, and left the large conference room.

As he reached the door, he seemed to remember something and suddenly turned back:

"I have already paid the meeting fee, you don't need to pay again."

"Goodbye."

Lin Yi lightly rubbed his fingers on the black business card, and the smile on his lips slowly turned from sunny to sinister.

Huaxia Century Financial Trade Co., Ltd.

Tao Zhanpeng: 138...

Main traded products: Home appliances

Main trading partner: Japan

After fiddling with the business card for a while, Lin Yi grabbed his bag and headed out the door.

Finding the beat-up Santana in the parking lot, he casually tossed his bag to Ji Shuangshuang in the passenger seat: "The money should arrive tomorrow."

"If the money doesn't arrive by tomorrow, just tear up this contract and throw it in the toilet."

"Is it really possible?" Ji Shuangshuang asked cautiously, but her bright black eyes sparkled with excitement and eagerness.

"Sure, they're the bosses when they have money, and they're nothing when they don't." Lin Yi released the handbrake, turned the steering wheel slightly, and drove towards the parking lot exit.

When we returned to Xiaomi Heavy Industry, the people who had attended the exhibition had also returned.

Along with them came the CEOs of those 10 companies.

A dozen or so people, young and old, dressed differently and with different backgrounds, but all had the same thing: a ring of dark circles around their eyes.

And there was an undeniable weariness.

Even so, Lin Yi could still see the joy in their eyes.

Lin Yi slowly brought the car to a stop on the side of the road, leaned out of the window, and asked with a smile:

"Why are you closing up shop so early?"

"I dare not go, I dare not go!" Wang Zimiao stood up from the crowd and waved his hands at Lin Yi.

"We don't dare to show our faces there anymore."

"People say that winter is the off-season for air conditioners, and these things don't sell well."

"It's always been like this, but this year, thanks to you, Mr. Lin, the air conditioners are selling very well."

"I currently have 12000 air conditioners that I haven't delivered."

“12000 units!” Wang Zimiao emphasized this number.

Perhaps because he was too excited, his hands seemed to have a mind of their own and began to wave uncontrollably around Wang Zimiao.

Lin Yi rested his chin on his hand and roughly estimated Wang Zimiao's income this time.

Initially, he stockpiled about 4000 air conditioners.

Add to that the 12000 undelivered orders, and even at the lowest price, that's over 3000 million in revenue.

In just a few days, they achieved a year's worth of revenue.

If it were me, I would be even happier.

Moreover, of the more than 3000 million in revenue, 55% belongs to them.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Yi fixed his gaze on the others, who also had smiles on their faces—smiles of satisfaction, smiles of accomplishment.

Under the watchful eyes of these people, Lin Yi pointed to the office building:

"Let's go to the conference room and talk it over. I'll take this opportunity to make some plans for next year."

(End of this chapter)