Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 240 We have a partnership with Xiaomi Heavy Industry! (Third update!)

Perth Airport.

As the plane from Dubai slowly landed, more than thirty people of all kinds, but dressed in the same way, walked out of the exit.

After waiting a long time at the airport exit, they finally got into the Royal Perth Hotel's shuttle bus. Once inside, Ahmed Mohammed, the leader of this operation, began pointing out the scenery outside the window:
“Why didn’t our ancestors come to this land back then? Look at this land, how fertile it is, how flat it is, it’s so much better than Riyadh!”

Listening to his感慨 (sentiments/reflections), the person next to him replied indifferently, "Go check the history!"

The word "history" acted like glue, sealing Ahmaud's mouth shut.

That period of history isn't that long ago; everyone still remembers it.

Upon arriving at the Royal Perth Hotel and settling everything in, Ahmad immediately summoned four deputies.

He opened the briefcase he was carrying, took out its contents, and placed them in front of the four people:
"This time, we only need to deal with two companies."

"One Talison Lithium."

"And the other one is called Galaxy Resources."

"Both companies control a decent lithium mine, especially Talison, which has mines in Australia, Canada, and Argentina."

"However, neither of these companies has a high market value, so this negotiation was not difficult for us."

He had just finished explaining when his deputy, Fahrbad, to his left, waved the documents in his hand and asked:
"Why do the documents I received indicate that I am representing a company called Xiaomi Heavy Industry to acquire Talison?"

"This is clearly a Chinese company! Is there a mistake in the information?"

He had barely finished asking when another colleague waved the documents in his hand:
“Mine is the same. I’m here in a competitive negotiation to acquire Galaxy Resources.”

Amod remained silent.

He waited until the other two people finished looking at the documents in their hands before taking them from the two who had asked the questions, and then waved them around:
"This time, we brought a total of four negotiation teams."

"Two of the groups represent the Saudi Development Fund."

"The other two groups represent Xiaomi Heavy Industry."

"This is an order from Mr. Saller. What we need to do is not question or doubt, but carry it out!"

"Now just remember one thing: both of these companies have now dragged down their shareholders' relatives and friends because of the stock price surge in the past two days."

"They desperately need funds to resolve the crisis."

"And we are their saviors!"

What do we have?

"We have money!"

After shouting his last words, Amod looked at the four people:

"It'll be dawn in a few hours, everyone get some rest. We'll officially make contact with them after noon tomorrow!"

"rest!"

With Ahmaud's instructions given, the members of the negotiation team went into their respective rooms and began studying the documents.

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Talison's headquarters.

Joey, huddled in his office, gripped the landline phone and asked incredulously:

"You're saying someone wants to acquire our company? Are they crazy?"

"The person is right at the door?"

"Let them in. I want to see what kind of monsters dare to be so arrogant."

With a snap, Joey hung up the phone, placed her hands on the desk, and rubbed her fingers together incessantly.

This was a little habit of his when he was thinking. He rubbed his fingers for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out who would come to acquire their company at this time.

After a moment's thought, he still made the call to the other dozen or so shareholders.

This time, the stock price soared, luring others to take over the shares. He kept enough for himself to have a say, and then sold off the rest.

As for the other shareholders, they felt that they could hold their shares for the long term and that Talison's stock price could remain at this level in the future.

Instead of running away with him, they borrowed a lot of money and bought back some of the stocks, hoping to make a big bet.

But to their utter surprise, the stock market crash in one day didn't give them a big gamble; instead, it gave them a huge windfall.

Not long after Joey finished his call, the secretary who had called him earlier appeared in Joey's office with several people.

The moment Joey saw these people, his eyes lit up.

Arab!

With a cloth on my head, I am the richest Arab in the world!

Regardless, the fact that the other party dared to come and offer to acquire my company means they must have money.

As long as I can persuade them to invest, everyone else will have to defer to me.

Thinking of this, Joey put on a fawning smile and quickly stepped forward:

"Sir, we heard you're planning to acquire our company? Come, come, this way!"

After settling Ahmaud onto the sofa, Joey personally served him a cup of coffee. As Ahmaud began to drink, Joey immediately rubbed his hands together excitedly and asked:

"How much is this gentleman willing to offer to acquire our company?"

"We are one of the top lithium battery raw material suppliers in all of Australia."

"You know that Xiaomi Heavy Industry company in China, right? Their new battery contains a lot of lithium."

"A large portion of our raw materials are sold to them."

"We have absolutely no trouble selling them!"

"If this gentleman wants to acquire it, he'll have to offer a very good price."

On the sofa next to him, Ahmaud sat in the sunlight, legs crossed, holding a cup of coffee in both hands. He listened to Joey's endless chatter while staring intently at Joey, trying to see where his limits were.

Joey talked for almost half an hour, his mouth was dry, but he found that the Arab man in front of him remained unmoved, looking as if he were watching an animal performance in a circus.

He pursed his lips, suppressing his excitement, and was about to ask further questions when a sudden, tremendous force came from his left, and he was pulled aside.

Just as Joey was about to yell at someone, he was shocked to discover that the person who pushed him was one of the shareholders who had co-founded Talison with him.

The shareholder readily slid to his knees in front of Ahmaud, looked up, and asked with a face full of admiration, "How much is this gentleman willing to pay to buy our company?"

"I'll sell anything as long as the price is right!!"

Ahmaud's gaze lingered on the man's face for less than two seconds before he turned away, casting a questioning look at Joey.

Upon receiving the signal that someone was asking for help, Joey immediately stepped forward, smiling as she helped the person up.
"Darren, we're in the middle of acquisition negotiations, stop making trouble!"

The man called Darren was the same one who had just knelt before Amod. Hearing Joey's words, he felt as if he had heard a huge joke.

He turned around and kicked Joey, then started cursing:
“Joey, you were the one who told everyone that once the stock price goes up, it will never fall.”

"You were the one who told everyone to use leverage to artificially inflate the stock price." "But you ran away!"

"You ran away at the most critical moment when the stock price was rising. Your escape triggered a chain reaction and the stock price collapsed."

"It's all because of you that we're in such a miserable state now!"

"Besides, you have too few shares to have a say."

The man who had just entered had barely finished speaking when another voice rang out in the corridor: "Darren, I don't think you're qualified either."

Along with the sound, more than a dozen people walked out of the fire safety passage in the stairwell. At the same time, the elevator dinged, the elevator door opened, and several more people walked out of the elevator.

As soon as these people appeared, they surrounded Joey and then forcibly pushed her forward to a man named Darren.

Darren frowned as he looked at the people who had appeared, then pointed at Ahmaud:
"This gentleman wants to acquire the company, and my opinion is that I agree to the acquisition!"

"You figure it out yourself!"

"I just want the money, and then I can live a peaceful life for the rest of my days!"

After explaining his thoughts, Darren stepped aside, leaving the spotlight to Joey and the other newcomers.

Seeing Darren move aside, the man who had been speaking to him stepped forward, stood before Ahmaud, and naturally extended his right hand:

"Hello sir, my name is Correns, a major shareholder of Talison Corporation."

"You want to acquire our company, and I'd like to know how much money you're willing to offer!"

"With only a little money, you can't buy a decent company!"

Under Correns's gaze, Amod held up three fingers: "$3 million!"

"Based on our valuation, after removing the inflated figures you've added to the stock market, this is a very high price."

"Not enough!" Correns rejected Amod's price without the slightest hesitation.

Before Amod could speak, he quickly added:
"Xiaomi Heavy Industry is a major client of our company. They need as much ore as we have."

"With such a stable customer, even though we are currently facing difficulties, as long as we persevere, we will get out of this predicament sooner or later."

"To grow into an industry leader!"

“You are offering $3 million now, but if we hold on and hold on until next year or the year after, we can earn $3 million ourselves.”

"Even 300 billion, 30 billion..."

"Stop!" Just as the man was about to continue his long-winded speech, Amod raised his hand, interrupting him.

He then beckoned to his assistant standing beside him. The assistant quickly opened the box he had been carrying, took out the documents from the box, and presented them to Ahmaud with both hands.

Amod took the document, waved it, and handed it to Correns:
"Hello, my name is Ahmaud Mohammed, a professional business negotiation expert."

"This time, I am representing Xiaomi Heavy Industry to discuss the acquisition of your company."

"In the information I have, there is no company called Talison among Xiaomi Heavy Industry's suppliers."

"So let's be open and honest, and have a proper and serious talk!"

After those few words, only heavy breathing could be heard in the room.

The group of people who were just bragging suddenly stood there, stunned, staring blankly at the documents in Ahmaud's hands, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

What is awkwardness?
That's called awkward!

Joey stood to the side, staring at the document for a while, then quickly stepped forward and took the document with both hands.

Open.

International Business Negotiation Agency Contract

Client: Huaxia Gusu Xiaomi Heavy Industry Group

[Client: Pioneer Holy Land Business Negotiation Team]

[Task Assignment: Acquire Talison Inc. at a suitable price.]

After reading the entire document, Joey then handed it to Ahmaud:
"I'm sorry, I can't verify the authenticity of this document, so..."

This time, he was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

After interrupting Joey, Amod looked at the group and began to state his conditions:

"3 million US dollars is the most reasonable price I can offer your company."

"Because after we acquire the company, we will also upgrade and transform the relevant technologies."

"If you were to do it, the patent licensing fees alone for this technology would cost around $10 billion."

"But if you join Xiaomi Heavy Industry, you can enjoy these technologies for free because of Xiaomi Heavy Industry's overseas subsidiaries."

"As Mr. Collins just said, if you can get through this period, you can earn 300 million, 3 billion, or even 30 billion."

"The problem is, you have to get through this period first."

"But based on the information I have collected so far, you major shareholders forcibly borrowed money and forcibly leveraged yourselves some time ago."

Trying to get through this period will be as difficult as climbing to the heavens.

"So, I'll bring it up again."

"We want to acquire Talison Inc. and its mining rights for $3 million."

"Since everyone here is a shareholder, you can express your opinions right here and now."

“With your approval, we can sign the contract today. Once the process is complete, the $3 million will be immediately deposited into your account to help you through this difficult time.”

"Now, everyone can express their opinions!"

"Should I shoulder the burden myself, or should I seek refuge with someone powerful?"

After stating some additional conditions, Amod tossed the Pixiu to the person opposite him, then lay back on the sofa with his arms crossed, silently watching the large group of people in front of him.

Across from them, Talison's original shareholders and the new shareholders who had fallen into the trap in the past few days were together. They looked at each other, and no one spoke, nor dared to speak.

At this point, if anyone dares to be the first to speak, and even if they say something wrong, or if anything goes wrong, everyone else will start arguing and arguing relentlessly.

Then they launched a frenzied attack.

Seeing that these people hadn't made a move for a while, Amod decided to take the initiative.

Under everyone's gaze, he raised his right index finger:
“I’ll add another 1000 million, making it 3.1 million US dollars, but everything comes at a price.”

"If I increase the workforce by 1000 million, then I will have to lay off 1000 million people."

"Of course, they're not crazy people who would lay off employees indiscriminately, regardless of good or bad."

"We will only selectively lay off those who don't work hard, argue with people all day long, and don't use their brains."

"After laying off these people, the other departments of the company can focus on their tasks and production without worry."

"Everyone... I don't think you have any objections, right?"

(End of this chapter)