I'm conquering Hong Kong entertainment with two billion US dollars.

Chapter 66 I don't even know how I lost

After Han Sanping and the others left, Lin Dong relaxed. That night, he leaned back on the sofa in his suite at the Great Wall Hotel and went through the proportions of various materials he was going to meet with the manufacturer the next day. He thought for a long time but still couldn't come up with a solution.

He had no idea how much a woven bag weighed, how many bags could be packed in a ton, or how many tons a truck could carry.

What is the price per square meter of tarpaulin? What are the standards for life jackets? How much area can a bucket of disinfectant cover? These are not his areas of expertise, and he couldn't figure them out even if he racked his brains.

He flipped the blank sticky note on the coffee table over, deciding to forget about it.

Professional matters should be handled by professionals.

The next morning, in the main conference room of Beijing Film Studio.

A blue cloth was laid out on the long table, and representatives from six manufacturers had arrived, each with a product catalog and price list in front of them.

Han Sanping sat on the other side of the table with a team of five—one or two from the purchasing department, one from finance, one from legal, and Gao Chensheng.

Gao Chensheng had a material allocation plan that he had rushed out overnight spread out beside him, with each item marked with its budget percentage and estimated quantity.

When Lin Dong pushed the door open and came in, everyone stood up.

"President Lin."

"Lin Sheng".

Lin Dong waved his hand and pulled up a chair next to the main seat to sit down. This seat wasn't exactly in the center, but Han Sanping and Gao Chensheng were both sitting towards him.

"I'm just observing today. Mr. Han, you make the decision." Then he added, "There's only one requirement: speed."

Working overtime to deliver goods to the disaster area in batches, all orders were completed within a week.

Everyone nodded.

At this moment, Gao Chengsheng handed over a price list from various manufacturers. "President Lin, please take a look."

They had already discussed this price in advance, and it was basically the bottom price they had set.

Lin Dong glanced through it and had only one thought in mind: This is damn cheap.

A whole case of bottled water costs 7 yuan, instant noodles cost 15 yuan, and a thick woven bag costs 3 mao (0.3 yuan) each.

"I have no objection to this price." Lin Dong placed the price list on the table.

The representatives from the manufacturers also breathed a sigh of relief, as this was the lowest price they could offer.

Upon seeing this, Gao Chensheng opened the allocation plan that had been hastily prepared overnight and pushed up his silver-rimmed glasses.

"General Manager Lin, Factory Manager, and representatives from various manufacturers. The total budget for this procurement is HKD 50 million, which is approximately RMB 53 million."

Based on the actual needs and priorities for flood prevention and disaster relief, we divided the budget into four parts: disinfection and sterilization (15%), drinking water and food (50%), flood control materials (25%), and life-saving equipment (10%).

He looked up, his gaze shifting from the plan to Lin Dong's face. "Mr. Lin, what do you think of this ratio?" "Okay." Lin Dong didn't hesitate. "Let's go with this."

Gao Chensheng nodded, said nothing more, turned to the second page of the plan, and began to list the items one by one.

"Flood control material procurement needs: 20 million thickened woven bags and 500,000 square meters of thickened rainproof tarpaulin."

The representative from the woven bag manufacturer, sitting across the long table, swallowed hard.

Twenty million pieces, roughly 600 million orders—that's enough to keep their factory thriving.

He picked up a pen and quickly did some calculations in the blank space of the product catalog in front of him, then put the pen down with an expression that seemed to say, "I can finish this."

"Lifesaving equipment: 9 professional life jackets and 7 standard life rings."

"Drinking water and food products: 120 million cases of bottled purified water, 45 cases of compressed biscuits, and 80 cases of bagged instant noodles."

"Disinfection and epidemic prevention: 16 barrels of disinfectant and bleach, and 12 barrels of mosquito and insect repellent."

At this moment, a manufacturer's representative stood up. "Mr. Han, we're doing our best to expedite it, but the scale is too large, and logistics are a challenge."

"You don't need to worry about logistics," Han Sanping interrupted him. "The railway and military region transportation have already been coordinated. You just need to focus on production, warehousing, and loading. The rest will be handled by others."

The representative nodded, sat back down, and his expression changed from hesitation to reassurance.

Lin Dong took the proposal from Gao Chensheng, looked at it, turned to the last page, signed his name, and then put the pen on the table.

"Beijing Film Studio will pay the initial deposit today. Everyone, go back and immediately schedule production and ship the goods. Director Han will coordinate the transportation. Is there any problem with everything arriving within a week?"

The six factory representatives exchanged glances. The woven bag factory spoke first: "General Manager Lin, General Manager Han, with our factory's inventory and three production lines operating simultaneously, we can produce the first batch tomorrow, and deliver the entire batch within seven days."

The other manufacturers' representatives nodded in agreement. There was no haggling, no demand for a higher prepayment percentage.

Forty million woven bags, three and a half million boxes of purified water, and eighteen thousand life jackets—these numbers alone are enough to demonstrate our stance.

Lin Dong stood up, nodded to the six manufacturer representatives, turned around, and pushed open the door to leave.

At the same time, Yu Dong acted even faster than Lin Dong had anticipated.

Yesterday, after leaving the teahouse, he dialed Chen Xinjian's number in Hong Kong and checked the list of materials required for registration, equity structure, and business scope item by item.

After listening to the conversation on the other end of the phone, Chen Xinjian only asked one question: "Was it Lin Sheng who made the decision?"

Yu Dong agreed, and Chen Xinjian didn't say anything more. The next morning, he faxed a copy of Tengda's parent company's business license and authorization documents to Beijing.

With authorization from the parent company, the subsidiary's registration process was almost entirely streamlined after Han Sanping intervened.

When Yu Dong handed the materials to the Chaoyang District Industrial and Commercial Bureau, the person at the window flipped through two pages, looked up at him, said, "The Beijing Film Studio has already called," and then stamped the document.

At the same time as registering the company, Yu Dong began recruiting people.

He spent nearly five years at the Beijing Film Studio, rising from a lowly clerk in the distribution department to deputy section chief. He knew the inside story of everyone in the studio.

Those with real skills are just coasting along; those who complain about the factory but are actually reluctant to leave; and those who have long had their sights set on leaving but haven't found another job yet.

He made phone calls one by one to the list that Han Sanping had tacitly approved.

"Senior brother, this is Yu Dong. I've come out for a drink and want to talk to you about something."

He doesn't make empty promises at the dinner table.

They immediately offered double the base salary and year-end bonuses based on projects.

While the other party was still hesitating, he slammed a copy of the registration documents of Tengda's parent company onto the table—a wholly-owned subsidiary in Hong Kong, with paid-in registered capital, and seven or eight projects under the parent company's name being auctioned at the same time, ranging from 30 million to 300 million.

Then he added, "This is President Lin's business. Third Master is also backing it up. What else are you worried about?"

Within a week, seven people left the distribution department of Beijing Film Studio, and five left the production department.

Some of these people had already been in contact with the Wang brothers of Huayi Brothers, and some were in talks, but Yu Dong's offer of double the base salary plus the endorsement of the parent company's projects turned all hesitation into signing.

Huayi Brothers naturally heard the news.

Wang Chonglei slammed his fist on the table in his office and uttered some rather unpleasant words.

Wang Chongjun sat behind his desk, waiting for his younger brother to finish his outburst before speaking, his tone calm: "We're not as skilled, and we're not as strong. There's nothing we can do about it."

Wang Chonglei shouted, "Is Lin Dong Han Sanping's illegitimate son? Why are you helping him like this?"

Wang Chongjun did not respond.

He finished his tea, stood up, walked to the window, and after a moment of silence, said, "Let's get these projects on hand solid first, otherwise—"

Yu Dong, of course, was unaware of the conversation taking place in Huayi Brothers' office.

Even if he knew, given his current confidence, he would probably just grin.

With the deep pockets of Hong Kong capital at his fingertips and Han Sanping standing behind him, tacitly approving of everything, he truly didn't know how he could lose this game.

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