Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 286 A Long and Winding Road! (First Update!)

Ramadi.

After sending the message to Lin Yi, Eisent couldn't wait to message Benjamin:
I just contacted those companies, and one of them said they could do it, but they also mentioned some difficulties.

The first point is that if these devices are to be used for military purposes, they require military-grade GPS positioning authorization, which they cannot obtain.

If the requirements are not so high, a civilian-grade positioning system can be used.

But authorization is still required.

Secondly, due to cost considerations, they may need to find a Chinese contract manufacturer to produce the product.

Of course, the quality is guaranteed.

The third point is also the most troublesome.

These drones need to use batteries to operate quietly.

A while ago, Xiaomi Heavy Industry in China launched a brand new battery.

However, the manufacturer I contacted was a nobody, and it was wishful thinking for Xiaomi Heavy Industry to provide them with a battery specifically for them.

Therefore, it's necessary to find someone to pull strings and get this so-called Xiaomi Heavy Industry to supply batteries.

After sending the message, Eisent sat in the scorching sun with his phone in hand, waiting for a response.

Al Udeid Air Base, Qatar.

Benjamin looked at the messages popping up on his phone, used the buttons to scroll to the bottom, and then scrolled back to the top.

After reading it several times, a faint smile appeared on his lips. Then, he placed his fingers on the phone's keypad and sent a message to Eisent:
【I'll handle it!】

The Mahan family rose to prominence early on and can be considered one of America's oldest political families.

What established political families possess most are their extensive networks of contacts.

A mere battery? No big deal!
He let out a breath, picked up his phone, found a number saved as "Baroque," and dialed it without thinking.

The phone rang for about ten seconds before being answered from the other end, followed by a cheerful yet deeply resentful voice:
"My dear Mr. Benjamin, could you please consider the timing of your call?"

"I know you're very proud of becoming the frontline commander of America's Central Theater, but no matter how proud you are, you have to consider the time difference between us!"

"I'll give you 30 seconds to tell me why you're calling."

Sensing the resentment in the other person's words, Benjamin's expression hardened, and he said in a serious tone:
"I recently discovered a way to make money, but this way requires ordering a battery from China, specifically from Xiaomi Heavy Industry, which was incredibly successful a while ago."

"You, General Baroque, are the Commander of the America Naval Systems Command!"

"I have the contact information for countless companies."

"I want to use the name of one of your companies to order a batch of batteries from this company!"

"I will send you the relevant specifications via email later."

After explaining his thoughts, Benjamin held his breath, ready to listen to the response from the person on the other end of the phone.

He held his breath, but the breathing on the other end of the phone gradually became heavier.

A good ten seconds passed before a surprised and uncertain voice came from the other end: "That's it?"

Upon hearing this question, Benjamin breathed a sigh of relief and replied firmly, "That's it!"

Immediately after his firm reply, a roar came from the other end of the phone:
"Benjamin Mahan, do you want to die?"

"Do you know what time it is? It's 7 a.m. here. It's the weekend, I'm not working!"

"You came to me for this one thing?! Are you crazy?"

"Next time something like this happens, just send me a message, don't call me!"

"goodbye!"

Listening to the dial tone, Benjamin hesitated for a moment, then found another number.

This time, instead of making a phone call, I sent the other party a message.

I need a high-precision GPS license for use on a small drone. Call me back once you see this.

The message was sent and received a reply within seconds.

The message contained only the simple word "ok".

Just seconds after that message arrived, another message arrived.

[I'm rushing to catch a flight. Have your person send me a copy of the relevant communication module diagram to my email address, and I'll arrange for someone to complete the necessary authorization confirmation.]

Having received a reply, Benjamin casually sent another message:
I owe you a favor. Next time we meet, let's have a drink together.

After sending the message to this person, he turned around and edited another message for Eisent and sent it to him.

[Please have the manufacturer send us a design drawing of the GPS communication module. We need to check if it meets the standards and conduct certification.]

The message sent to Eisent had barely reached Eisent's hands when he forwarded it to Lin Yi.

The message that popped up on the screen made Lin Yi shake his head.

I wanted to say something, but I had nothing to say, since he was the one behind all this.

The problem is, these guys are just too cooperative.

Forget it, I'll leave them with a complete corpse later.

Offering them incense during festivals and holidays is a way of showing our appreciation.

Lin Yi tossed his phone aside, walked into the office across the street, and called Ji Shuangshuang over.

"Is there anything particularly important?" Standing by the sofa, Ji Shuangshuang watched Lin Yi close and lock the door in one smooth motion, her big, bright eyes filled with curiosity.

"Do you remember that Japanese company?" As he spoke, Lin Yi picked up an A4 sheet of paper from his desk, grabbed a pen, and wrote down what he wanted to say on the paper.

[Using the name of that Japanese company, they came to Xiaomi Heavy Industry to negotiate, commissioning Xiaomi Heavy Industry to manufacture electronic products.]

Holding the paper, Ji Shuangshuang looked at it from every angle, but couldn't figure out what Lin Yi was up to.

After hesitating for a moment, she returned the paper to Lin Yi and stood gracefully to the side.

"Why don't you explain it to me, old man?"

"Hmm!" Lin Yi sat back down in his chair, gathered his thoughts, and asked:
"Do you remember why I asked you to start this Japanese company?"

"I remember!" Ji Shuangshuang recalled briefly and explained the reason at the time:

“Through Smith, you made contact with people in America’s military.”

“They don’t make money easily from their jobs, so you let me register this company.”

“Yes!” Lin Yi nodded, then pointed to the A4 paper he had just handed to Ji Shuangshuang:
"They gave me a new business, and this business is not just design."

"After designing, the designed product still needs to be manufactured."

"Therefore, I now need to act as the client of Xiaomi Heavy Industry in the name of this company and arrange for Xiaomi Heavy Industry to manufacture the products."

"This would reasonably dispel any doubts, allowing us to continue working with America's military and then secure more business."

"By the way, how much money is left in this company's account?"

When asked how much money was left in her account, Ji Shuangshuang frowned, thought for a moment, and shook her head: "I'm going to get my computer!"

A few minutes later, she appeared in front of Lin Yi carrying a laptop, on which a company's account page was displayed.

The entire page is in Japanese.

At the very center of this page is a very eye-catching string of numbers: 735,564,259.78.

After counting the number several times, Lin Yi looked up at Ji Shuangshuang with a puzzled expression.

He recognized the Japanese text displayed on the screen; it was the corporate account page of Mitsubishi UFJ Bank.

He simply couldn't believe the string of numbers below.

Although the figure was in Japanese yen, 7.35 million yen was far too much.

That many Japanese yen, converted to Chinese yuan, is approximately 5500 million yuan.

How come this company has so much money in its account?

Did they rob a bank?

With this question in mind, Lin Yi asked what was on his mind: "You sent people over there to rob a bank?"

"Heh—" Ji Shuangshuang let out a soft scoff, turned the computer towards herself, and took out her phone, typing a message while answering Lin Yi's question:

“We earned a total of $70 from those two jobs.”

"Because those two sums of money came directly from America's military, Japan exempted them from consumption tax."

"Also, because corporate income tax in Japan is declared annually, although advance payment is required, we are a new company and do not need to make advance payments this year."

"So, that $70 was indeed deposited into our account."

"Because I had enough funds in my domestic account, I didn't transfer the money back."

“When you used the funds to acquire shares in those mining companies, I also had the professional managers from there follow along.”

"It was later sold at the same time."

"When the funds were withdrawn from the American Stock Exchange, after deducting the corresponding fees, this was all that was left."

“It’s a bit little!”

Seeing Ji Shuangshuang's disgusted look, Lin Yi tapped his fingers on the table:

"That's a bit too little, isn't it? Give me the same amount back!"

The next second, Ji Shuangshuang flashed behind Lin Yi, hugged his head, and cried:
"I was wrong, I shouldn't have complained about the low pay! I'm just a lowly laborer! Even if you sold me, you wouldn't get that much money!"

"I was really wrong!"

"Stop howling!" Lin Yi pushed the person aside, picked up the A4 paper, and continued to add text to it.

1. Tell the professional managers that their boss's English name is Adolf Roosevelt.

2. Their boss is a brilliant physicist.

3. Assemble a negotiation team to go to China and negotiate with Xiaomi Heavy Industry for contract manufacturing.

The relevant information will be sent directly to Xiaomi Heavy Industry at that time.

4. Set up a research center where people can research whatever they want, or if they don't want to research, they can just eat every day.

In short, you need to give people the impression that the company is very dynamic.

After writing all this, Lin Yi pushed the paper towards Ji Shuangshuang again:
"It's your turn to perform!"

…………

Kayabacho, Tokyo, Japan.

Seeing that it was already 9 p.m., 32-year-old Hidehiro Yoshitsugu stood up and nodded to the women playing games next to him:
"Everyone, it's time to go home!"

Hearing his voice, the people playing online games put down their controllers and then sat still, twisting their bodies.
"I'm so tired after another long day at work!"

"When will this end?!"

"Team Leader Ji Gang, I know a new eel rice restaurant opened nearby. It's really good. Want to try it?"

"Eel rice? I think ramen is better!"

"Don't you get tired of eating ramen every day?"

"I'm not tired of it! I want to save money, a lot of money, and then buy a big house in Tokyo!"

"You're overthinking it, buying a house in Tokyo!"

"If you ask me, you should save your money and then when you get older, go back to your hometown of Beihai and marry an honest man."

"What have honest people done to you? Why are you harming honest people?!"

"Team Leader Ji Gang is such an honest man!"

Amidst the sounds of the women playfully bickering, Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu, carrying his briefcase, disappeared from the company entrance.

As he walked out of the office building, he looked around, turned around, and headed toward his favorite restaurant.

Upon entering the shop, the owner asked with practiced ease, "The usual set meal?"

Why are you leaving get off work so late today?

Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu walked to his favorite window seat, sat down, and nodded to the restaurant owner:

"There's nothing I can do. The boss pays a pretty good salary. I have to work overtime so that I can feel at ease taking the money."

The owner was quick; in about 10 minutes, a plate of grilled octopus rice, two grilled salted fish, and a glass of sake were served to Yoshitsugu Hidehiro.
"If you ask me, the money you earn by slacking off at work is yours; the money you earn at work is just a hardship allowance."

The boss's two sentences made Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu nod repeatedly, but he couldn't help but lower his head.

He really wanted to tell the restaurant owner that his daily work was actually just slacking off.

I remember the last time I received an order from my boss was more than a month ago.

That one time, he was a little busy for a few days.

And then I just kept slacking off!

Pick up a grilled octopus tentacle and put it in your mouth. The fresh octopus tentacle is grilled over charcoal, brushed with oil, and then brushed with seasoning.

It tastes very delicious and is also very chewy.

As you bite into it, the juice bursts in your mouth, making you want to groan out loud.

At this time, his cell phone rang.

Who would call at this time?

Filled with doubt, Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu took out his phone. Seeing his boss's name flashing on the screen, he quickly swallowed what was in his mouth, coughed twice, then straightened up, answered the call, and greeted the person on the other end in fluent but accented Chinese:
"Hello boss, is there something urgent that you're calling now?"

Soon, his boss's order came through the phone:
"You have one week to assemble a business negotiation team."

"Then I went to Suzhou, China, and found a company called Xiaomi Heavy Industry to discuss the OEM manufacturing of an electronic product with them."

"I will send you the relevant conditions via email later. As for the drawings of the products to be manufactured, I will send them directly to the other company. You don't need to worry about them."

"After the deal is finalized, the negotiation team remains, and then you can hire a few more people and set up some kind of research center."

"You don't need to do any research. Just eat and drink every day and don't mess around."

"do you understand?"

"Understood, understood!" Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu knelt on the tatami mat, his body ramrod straight, and as he spoke, his body moved in unison as he frantically bent over and nodded.

After hanging up the phone, he held the phone up to his eyes, looked at the number on it, and couldn't help but sigh again.

I feel a little guilty accepting this money!
(End of this chapter)