Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 233 Avalanche! Every snowflake is bravely venturing to the ends of the earth! (Second update!)
Hancock took two steps forward and reached out to grab his colleague:
"Don't go. If you find out that the person who jumped off the building was your client, you're doomed."

In short, the colleague froze on the spot, unable to utter a word for a long time.

He scratched his face with his fingers and shook his head: "Impossible. All my clients are healthy, and none of them forced themselves on me."

"I don't think it's mine."

After denying Hancock's statement, the colleague suddenly looked up, as if remembering something, and asked Hancock:

Where are your customers?

The topic shifted to himself, and Hancock touched his nose, saying:

"I don't know how many of them borrowed money, but I know they're all pretty crazy."

After explaining, Hancock turned to go back to his workstation to pack his things. Just as he reached his workstation, the landline on his seat rang.

I answered the phone casually, and a roar immediately came from the other end:
"Sell all the stocks I own immediately, right now!"

After checking the time, Hancock, still holding the phone, resignedly sat down, turned on his computer, and began trading.

With everything ready, he picked up the phone and asked the person on the other end:
"Mr. Kate, the closing price of your FMC stock was $337.22 per share. Did you sell it at that price?"

"Since stock trading has been suspended, if you sell now and there are no interested buyers, you will need to wait until the market opens tomorrow. Do you wish to confirm the sale?"

Two questions in a row were met with a series of responses from the person on the other end of the phone:
"Yes, yes, I'm sure I'll sell now, I'm sure I'll sell at this price! Sell it for me now!"

Urged on by the other party, Hancock completed the process and submitted the application to list his shares for sale.

Please provide the 8-digit verification code you received!

"XI6E5NL1!"

Hancock mentally repeated the verification code before slowly entering it into his mind.

"Verification successful. Your FMC stock is now officially for sale at a price of $337.22 per share. We will notify you as soon as a buyer becomes available."

"goodbye!"

After finishing his work, he tidied up the things on the table. As he stood up, the phone rang again.

This time, it was a different number, and a different customer.

The moment the call connected, the customer's wailing and screaming came through:

"Sell my stocks right now!"

Upon hearing the same words, Hancock said nothing, restarted his computer, re-entered the page, selected his account, and submitted.

The customer provides a verification code, the verification is successful, and the application is approved.

The process went smoothly, but before it was even finished, his phone rang again.

The call connected; it was from another customer...

…………

Santiago.

Inside a villa that looks very luxurious.

Evans, the executive director of Chile's chemical and mining industry, was lounging in a chair, opposite several hot and attractive young women.

The hot and sexy girl sang, swayed her slender waist, and kept throwing him flirtatious glances.

Evans ignored all the flirtatious glances, simply sipping his red wine, listening to music, and watching the hot dance.

Life is so pleasant.

however.

The sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from not far away, and then his secretary came into view.

The secretary, who had just appeared, slapped the tape recorder away, then chased away the singing girls before approaching Evans and handing him the documents.

"Mr. Evans, here's a message from the lab."

"Following the information released by Xiaomi Heavy Industry, they went all the way to the last step, and the battery exploded while they were charging it."

"It wasn't very powerful, but it still injured a few people."

When Evans heard his secretary mention this, he felt it was an overreaction.

In experiments, especially with new types of batteries, explosions are perfectly normal.

Was it really necessary to be in such a hurry...?

Before he could finish thinking about it, his secretary handed him another document:
"This is a message that Xiaomi Heavy Industry posted simultaneously on Facebook and Twitter."

"It's exactly the same as the explosion in the laboratory."

"Below this video, a person claiming to be their chief engineer replied, saying that there is a crucial step in the entire production process, and without this crucial step, the battery will explode."

"Conversely, if this crucial step is involved, then what is produced is battery material."

"And the other party also arrogantly said that if any laboratory or any company could find this key technological singularity."

"They will also give rewards!"

"They even said that if there are no conditions for testing and laboratories, they can sponsor laboratories or provide laboratories directly."

The secretary's words made Evans unable to hold onto the documents in his hands any longer.

The papers slipped lightly from his hand, then were blown by the wind and landed in the swimming pool next to him.

Having worked for decades, Evans believed he had seen arrogant people, but he had never seen anyone as arrogant as this.

Providing experimental funding and even offering to provide laboratories—isn't that just making enemies for yourself?
madman!

He cursed inwardly and shook his head weakly.

The purpose of Xiaomi Heavy Industry releasing these videos is simply to tell others that even if they are given a video of the entire production process, they cannot replicate it using the video as a template.

And it was destined to fail.

This news is very good news for Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

But for these mining companies, that's not good news.

Mining companies sell minerals.

They need to sell the mines to make a profit.

There are only two ways to drive up mineral prices.

The first method is to artificially reduce mineral production and create scarcity.

The only drawback of this method is that competitors are uncontrollable.

If the competitor is controllable, this move would be very effective.

The second method is to increase demand.

To attract more customers to purchase minerals.

But now, a series of messages released by Xiaomi Heavy Industry clearly tell everyone the truth.

There is only one manufacturer capable of producing this type of battery. Even if others obtain the experimental procedures and follow them step by step, they will still fail.

Only Xiaomi Heavy Industry can do it!

Only Xiaomi Heavy Industry can manufacture those things.

The performance of that battery has clearly shown everyone that it will be absolutely top-tier in the future.

This battery is selling well, so we need more resources. That's the power of a brand!
This is reverse monopoly!
This is practically telling investors that whoever partners with Xiaomi Heavy Industry will secure a massive number of orders.

These orders can guarantee workers' wages, ensure the company's operation, and also guarantee profits, making them a sure-fire, risk-free partnership.

If you're interested in investing, do it now.

Other mines without cooperation are just a roadside stall, where anyone passing by can kick it.

Evans closed his eyes, he dared not imagine how badly their stock would plummet if the outside world knew that Chilean chemical and mining companies would not cooperate with Xiaomi Heavy Industries.

It crashed through the earth's core!

The thought of this possibility gave him a headache, a terrible headache, as if someone was hitting him with a hammer.

Evans raised his hands and vigorously rubbed his temples with his thumbs. After a while, his headache eased slightly.

He immediately looked up and said to his secretary, "Contact all the management and tell them that we will have a meeting in the office in an hour."

"You go back first!"

The secretary noted down the time and place of the meeting and then went to attend to her own work.

Watching his secretary walk away, Evans immediately rushed back to his room, picked up the phone on the table, and frantically dialed the number.

After pressing the button several times, the call finally connected. Before the other end could speak, Evans roared with all his might:
"Sell all the stocks you've entrusted to me. Sell them at yesterday's closing price, if you can, sell them now!"

"Hurry up, or I'll kill you!"

The brokerage firm on the phone wasn't one to be trifled with either. After listening to the threats for a while, they finally spoke calmly:
"Mr. Evans, I regret to inform you that because of what happened last night, the stock price has plummeted today, and the shares you hold are not worth this price."

At this point, Evans calmed down slightly and changed his requirements:

"Sell it for me right now! I don't care about the price, just sell it for me!"

Hearing his roar, the trader on the other end of the phone calmly replied:

"Please confirm your account, please submit the verification code..."

St. Mary's Hospital in Philadelphia.

Howard lay in bed, holding an oxygen mask, frantically giving instructions to his son, Howard Jr.:
"Quickly sell all the stocks we have, get the money in hand first. With so much money, we can do whatever we want."

"But what if it's just a technical adjustment?" Faced with his father's instructions, Howard Jr. did not act, but remained squatting by his father's bedside, gently massaging his father's feet.

As the person who knows his son best, Howard had a bad feeling when he saw his son Howard acting like this.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally asked the question in a trembling voice:

"You didn't sell all my tradable shares when the price went up before, did you?"

At that moment, Howard Jr. paused, quickly lowered his head, and continued to gently massage his father's feet.

Howard observed his son's reaction.

He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh: "If it's sold, it's sold. It's alright!"

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than Howard Jr.'s voice rang out:
"I didn't sell it!"

Howard breathed a sigh of relief with those simple words. Although his son was unreliable, at least he had some conscience.

They also know how to protect the family business.

But the next second, Howard Jr.'s words plunged him into despair: "I've added to my position!"

“I mortgaged my family’s RV and then bought more.”

"I got on the bus when it cost a little over $200."

After finishing his sentence, Howard opened his mouth, then closed his eyes, kicked his legs, and lay down on the bed.

Howard, who was rubbing his feet, was kicked squarely. A hint of anger flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

He glanced back at Howard and saw that his elderly father had his eyes closed and his head tilted to one side. He sighed softly, adjusted his posture, and continued massaging his father's feet, while continuing to excuse himself:
"You sold your stocks too early. If you had sold them later, you would be financially free by now."

"I'm doing this for my family too!"

"To be honest, most of the time, Father, you are too self-centered..."

As he massaged, he noticed that his father's legs were a little cold.

Just then, the nurse came in to administer an IV, and Howard quickly told her about the situation.

The nurse blinked and walked toward Howard.

After calling out twice and receiving no response, he simply placed his hand on the other person's forehead. The forehead was cold, not warm.

The strong nurse frowned, reached out and turned Howard's cheek, and her hand touched something icy cold.

Unable to feel any warmth from the other person, the nurse was so frightened that she kept backing away until she reached the wall before she finally calmed down.

After calming herself down, the nurse swallowed softly and said:

Your father is dead!

"Your dad's the one who's dead!" Howard Jr. retorted irritably, standing up to cover Howard with the blanket.

But it was only after he covered himself with the blanket that he noticed his father's unusual behavior.

Trembling, he reached out and touched every part of his body that should have warmth, only to find it all ice-cold. Howard Jr. then collapsed to his knees.

His father is gone!

But his father hadn't made a will or handed over all those things to him before he died!
Ruined!
After clutching his head and spinning around twice, Howard Jr. suddenly looked up at the corpse on the bed.

My father died, and although he didn't leave a will, I can forge one now!

After all, in the end, it was she who was taking care of him, not the woman he had with another woman outside.

All you need to do is print out a standard will, and while it's still warm, affix your fingerprint to it, and the entire Howard family business will fall back into your hands.

Without hesitation, Howard Jr. completed his will in the shortest possible time.

Then, carrying his will, he began to sell off his father's stocks at a massive discount.

In stock trading, investors are generally categorized according to the size of their capital and their influence.

The first is the main force, also known as the market maker.

The second group consists of retail investors, also known as "leek bagholders."

The third group consists of large investors who possess funds but are just short of qualifying.

Fourth are institutional investors, namely various institutions, public and private funds, and various donations.

In this category, Evans and Howard are the absolute mainstays.

Seeing that two major players were selling off their shares, retail investors on the New York Stock Exchange couldn't sit still.

At this moment, all the countless cheesy lines they had repeated in their minds vanished; they now had only one thought in their minds.

That means selling off your stocks immediately.

Exchange as much money as you can; in short, don't let it become a burden on your hands.

However, whenever they list their shares at the current price, the new trading price is always lower.

After this process was repeated several times, the official pages of America's major exchanges were left with only a sea of ​​red.

In this sea of ​​red, there are also a few companies with red hair and black hair.

(End of this chapter)