Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 180 Lawyer's Letter Warning! (Third Update!)
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After Dai Zhifeng finished speaking, Lin Yi tapped his brow with his finger and pointed towards the office building:

"Let's talk in the conference room."

Led by him, the group went upstairs. When they passed the public relations department office, Lin Yi knocked on the door and brought Liu Yongqiang up with him.

In the large conference room, after arranging everyone, Lin Yi turned to Wang Ya and introduced Dai Zhifeng and Liu Yongqiang.

"This is Dai Zhifeng, the head of the company's legal department. You can call him Lao Dai. For any legal matters, you can contact him directly."

"This is Liu Yongqiang, the head of the company's public relations department. From now on, when you're out and about, you'll have to ask Liu first."

"This is Wang Ya, General Manager of Xiaomi Heavy Industry Xinya Technology in Shanghai."

After the introductions were completed, Lin Yi turned to look at Wang Ya:

"Mr. Wang, could you please tell Lao Liu about what just happened?"

Having received instructions, Wang Ya reiterated the key points of what she had just said.

Having learned the whole story, Liu Yongqiang lowered his head, lightly tapping his brow with his fist, and said helplessly:

"The fire is already burning, but it's not big enough."

"I was browsing forums on my computer before you came to me."

"According to our own statistics, related pictures and texts have appeared on several mainstream forums such as Tianya Community, Mop, Baidu Tieba, and Weibo."

"It's just that the news isn't sensational enough, so the number of views isn't very high yet."

"I wonder if there will be any more explosive news later. If there is, then the fire will truly be lit."

Perhaps fearing that the others wouldn't believe him, Liu Yongqiang left the meeting room after speaking, and soon returned carrying a laptop computer.

A long network cable was also trailing behind the laptop.

Put the computer down and drag the mouse.

The webpage switched and refreshed, and on the newly appeared webpage, several words were prominently displayed side by side.

Xiaomi Heavy Industry deliberately produced counterfeit and substandard products; these products leaked electricity, caught fire, and burned down houses.

Below these words are accompanying pictures and text. The writing skills are mediocre, and the pictures accompanying the article have nothing to do with the text, and are even a bit of an eyesore.

After presenting all of this, Liu Yongqiang crossed his arms and said:

"President Dai's idea is good, but the problem is that if we can't turn the tide, we're doomed."

"We're completely doomed!"

His words immediately drew everyone's attention back to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi got goosebumps all over his body from being stared at by several people.

He shook himself and replied with a smile, "I can't guarantee anything else."

"But when it comes to product manufacturing and quality control, I can assure you with my confidence that our products will be fine."

Having received Lin Yi's assurance, Liu Yongqiang turned to look at Dai Zhifeng:

"President Dai, please give your instructions."

“Okay!” Dai Zhifeng nodded, first turning to look at the four people behind him heading east:
"This case falls within the scope of litigation and disputes that Li Jiewei is skilled in."

"So this time, our team is led by Li Jiewei, and the rest of us are in a supporting role, responsible for collecting relevant evidence."

"Xiao Xiang, you are responsible for collecting these posts on the internet, recording the time when they were posted, and the platforms on which they were posted."

"At the same time, send a lawyer's letter to the platform requesting assistance and asking them to provide the poster's information."

"Xiao Wei, you're in charge of organizing the company's product manufacturing documents. These will be very useful later."

"Xiao Guo, you and Xiao Li go and visit him in person, and make contact with that so-called Japanese."

"But remember, when you meet this guy, there must be an outsider present, and you must record the meeting."

After giving instructions to the four of them, Dai Zhifeng turned back to look at Liu Yongqiang:
"Mr. Liu, as for your public relations department, the only thing you need to do is to make this whole thing a hot topic."

"Let public opinion reach its peak as quickly as possible, and then explode."

Liu Yongqiang raised his hand and made an OK sign.

Having received his response, Dai Zhifeng turned back to look at Lin Yi:

"President Lin, the most important thing in this whole matter is that our products cannot have any problems. We need you to oversee this."

Faced with the request, Lin Yi didn't speak, but simply raised his hand and made an "OK" gesture.

Dai Zhifeng also raised his hand and gave an OK sign, after which the group dispersed to attend to their respective tasks.

As Liu Yongqiang deployed his team, they began to make sarcastic remarks about the relevant issues, which escalated the already heated topic into a full-blown argument.

As the argument intensified, more and more people saw the topic and joined in, eventually escalating into a full-blown argument.

The argument escalated to the point where it became impossible to distinguish who was who, who was the good guy, and who was the bad guy; all that remained was arguing.

As the topic intensified, several newspapers and radio stations in the Yangtze River Delta region, which had been struggling to find a topic of discussion, moved the matter from the internet to their familiar media domain.

To grab attention, they added some sensational content.

…………

"Mr. Dou, this is today's Southern Finance newspaper. It has a topic about Xiaomi Heavy Industry. Please take a look."

Assistant Yang Li put down the newspaper in her hand, turned around and left Dou Wenjuan's office.

In the office, Dou Wenjuan picked up the Southern Finance newspaper and casually flipped through it.

For ordinary people, these financial newspapers are a barometer, and they will make investments based on what they read in them.

However, professional managers like Dou Wenjuan have unique information channels.

These newspapers were just waste paper in their eyes; they would only look at them occasionally to cool off.

After searching through the newspapers, Dou Wenjuan found a report on the matter from Southern Finance.

[Xiaomi Heavy Industry: An inspiring entrepreneurial story, or an extension of organized crime? Let's delve into the history of this company!]

Upon seeing this headline, Dou Wenjuan couldn't help but laugh:
"These media people are really..."

She patiently continued scrolling through the pages, but the more she read, the more she couldn't hold back her excitement.

Xiaomi Heavy Industry Group was originally just an unknown appliance factory, whose main product was rice cookers.

Hair dryer, electric fan.

It's just an OEM manufacturer; it doesn't have much technology.

However, after acquiring its former owner, Miles Electronics, the factory used the legacy of Miles Electronics to control the other contract manufacturers that supplied products to Miles Electronics.

This led to the establishment of Xiaomi Heavy Industry Group.

It was from this moment that Xiaomi Heavy Industry Group officially began its business.

This is not an inspirational entrepreneurial story, but an outbreak of organized crime.

As upright people, we should resist this situation and make this kind of company completely disappear from China and from people's sight...

Halfway through reading the article, Dou Wenjuan couldn't bear to continue. She crumpled the newspaper in her hands and threw it directly into the trash can. Feeling much better after throwing away the trash, she picked up the phone on the table and immediately called the head of public relations.

"Let Murata Ichiro go and seek compensation, and add fuel to the fire."

After hanging up the phone, Dou Wenjuan stood up, walked out of the office, and went to her assistant, Yang Li:
"Notify the sales department, and then contact our distributors to say that we are preparing to launch a discount campaign and need their cooperation. We will hold a conference call later to discuss it."

After leaving her tasks behind, Dou Wenjuan returned to her office and began organizing the content she needed to say at the meeting.

Half an hour later, the meeting proceeded as scheduled. Dou Wenjuan, sitting on the other end of the phone, leaned back in her chair and casually expressed her thoughts:

"Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, which is also the time when people are most crowded and most relaxed."

"My idea is very simple: for appliances under 2000 yuan, we will give a discount of 100 yuan, with the manufacturer bearing 50 yuan and the distributor bearing 50 yuan."

"For items priced between 2000 and 3000, we will offer a discount of 200, with each of the two companies sharing the cost of 100."

"For orders between 3000 and 5000, we'll offer a discount of 400, or 200 per household."

"For amounts above 5000, it's 500, 250 for each household."

“The profit per unit is a little less, but in the current public opinion environment, consumers are definitely more willing to buy branded goods. Lowering the price is like giving them a push when they are hesitating.”

"Now that I've stated my thoughts, I agree with this matter. All you need to do is answer yes or no; nothing else is required."

The assertive attitude and the idea of ​​offering discounts left the distributors and general agents participating in the conference call completely bewildered.

After much deliberation, the seasoned veterans finally agreed to Dou Wenjuan's idea.

Having obtained the distributors' consent, Dou Wenjuan then turned around and passed the task to Yang Li:
"Have the marketing department prepare an event plan before you leave work tonight."

"The specific content is what was discussed in the meeting."

"The store will open first thing tomorrow morning, and all related activities need to be in place."

Leaving those words behind, Dou Wenjuan turned and left, leaving Yang Li alone, bewildered in the wind.

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The Lantern Festival, which falls on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, is a festival for eating and drinking.

On this day, most Chinese people stayed at home, waiting for dinner and to watch TV programs.

But Ichiro Murata is different; he is Japanese.

This holiday meant nothing to him, absolutely nothing.

So, early on the morning of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, he found a car, loaded the refrigerator wreckage into it, and headed towards Suzhou.

They set off at 8 a.m., and by 9:30 a.m., the truck carrying the refrigerator wreckage had arrived in front of Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

Several journalists who had benefited from the traffic he generated also arrived with him.

Upon arriving at their destination, Murata Ichiro did not rush to get out of the car. Instead, he waited for the reporters to set up their equipment. Only after the reporters had set up their filming equipment did Murata Ichiro push open the door, get out of the car, call up the actors he had hired, unfurl the banner, and begin wailing and pleading.

"Xiaomi Heavy Industry, give me back my hard-earned money and compensate me for my house!"

"Refund one, compensate three times the amount; pay us back!"

The commotion at the factory gate attracted people from the village across the road.

Seeing more and more people gathering around, Ichiro Murata slapped the refrigerator next to him and continued shouting at the top of his lungs.

Inside the office building, Lin Yi stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the windowsill, quietly watching Murata Ichiro perform.

The Ministry of Justice has been collecting information these past two days, and naturally, they have also collected information on Ichiro Murata.

He is indeed a painter, but you have to add "cartoon" before "painting," and "failure" before "cartoon."

This is a guy who couldn't make it in the Japanese manga industry, so he came to China and failed.

After watching for a while with his arms crossed, Lin Yi turned around and gave Dai Zhifeng an inquiring look:

"The main character has arrived, it's your turn."

Dai Zhifeng picked up the teacup in front of him with both hands, drank the tea in one gulp, and then patted Li Jiewei on the shoulder:

"Xiao Li, let's go."

Before leaving, Dai Zhifeng called Liu Yongqiang and a few others from the public relations department along. However, they walked ahead while Liu Yongqiang and the others followed behind, taking pictures with cameras.

As he drew nearer, Li Jiewei quickened his pace, getting ahead of Dai Zhifeng and appearing in front of Murata Ichiro.

Upon meeting, he first bowed deeply to Ichiro Murata, then greeted him with a smile:

"Mr. Murata looks very well today, is there something good?"

His voice was gentle and his expression sincere, but to Murata Ichiro, it was undoubtedly a provocation.

He turned around, slapped the wreckage of the refrigerator behind him, and then shouted at the people around him:
"This is the attitude of Xiaomi Heavy Industry. When their home appliances have problems, they don't think about solving them, they only think about relieving consumers' problems."

After saying a few words and gaining a sympathetic glance, Murata Ichiro took two steps forward, stood in front of Li Jiewei, nudged him with his shoulder, and asked fiercely:

"What? Have you become mute?"

Despite the difficulties, Li Jiewei maintained his gentle smile.

Just as Murata Ichiro was about to speak again, Li Jiewei handed over the letter in his hand:

"Dear Mr. Ichiro Murata, I am now formally delivering a lawyer's letter on behalf of Xiaomi Heavy Industry Group."

"You now need to apologize for your numerous inappropriate remarks in public."

"And it will be a public apology under the supervision of the news media. If it doesn't apologize, this lawyer's letter will be converted into a formal lawsuit."

"I think you probably don't want to go that far."

After handing the lawyer's letter to Murata Ichiro, Li Jiewei turned around, took the remaining letters, and walked up to the reporters who were taking pictures with their long lenses and microphones.

He smiled gently at these people, then walked up to the reporter closest to him and asked with a stern face:
"Excuse me, reporter, could you please tell me your name and workplace?"

The reporter, who had been stopped by Li Jiewei, paused for a moment, then pointed to himself and casually said his name:
"Li Yang!"

"Okay!" Li Jiewei smiled gently, then opened the document in his hand, picked up a pen, and wrote his name directly at the beginning of the document.

After filling in his name, he smiled and handed the document to Li Yang:

"Dear Mr. Li Yang, this is a lawyer's letter. We will be filing a lawsuit in court tomorrow, and you will receive the official complaint documents in a few days."

Wishing you a happy and healthy life!

After sending the lawyer's letter to Li Yang, Li Jiewei turned to the others, walked over with a smile, asked their names, and immediately began filling out the lawyer's letter.

Just as he was busy, a reporter gently nudged his shoulder and questioned him sharply:

"Your own garbage products have burned down consumers' homes, and you've been sending out lawyer's letters all this time?"

"Is this interesting?"

The accusations made Li Jiewei stop writing his name and turn to look at the person who spoke.

After staring at the other person for a while, Li Jiewei raised his hand and pointed at Murata Ichiro, then asked the reporter in a low voice:
"Mr. Murata Ichiro did not tell you that he has not yet received the national test report."

"If I were you, I'd run away right now!"

(End of this chapter)