Chapter 279: The Way Out of Breaking the Technology Blockade

After walking out of the bar, he took out his son's photo from his wallet, then laughed at himself and said, "It seems I don't have a choice, do I?"

Chen Jiajun was very satisfied with Cao Weicai's ability to handle affairs, so he let Cao Weicai assemble his own team to carry out subsequent plans.

Cao Weicai was not polite either, immediately pulling in a group of talents from all walks of life.

Although these guys were all odd-looking, it had to be said that they were indeed very capable.

Of course, this was also Cao Weicai's own network.

In just a single day, he had established his team and focused on his tasks.

This was the test Chen Jiajun gave him; if he handled it well, Chen Jiajun's business in North America would all be managed by him.

As for investment matters, there was no longer any need for Cao Weicai to take Chen Jiajun to visit them one by one.

Chen Jiajun's "money-scattering" behavior on Wall Street these days had already attracted the attention of many people.

Some companies that urgently needed money to save their lives came knocking on his door.

Ultimately, after this contest, Andy still fell into a disadvantage and took the initiative to bring up the matter of financing.

Therefore, these rich second-generation heirs in the United States might be overbearing or arrogant, but there were few losers among them.

However, just from their appearance and the way they spoke, they were very unlikable.

Before Chen Jiajun was reborn, anyone who paid attention to the personal computer industry, even if they were names never heard of, was no stranger to the company Intel.

Andy's heart sank instantly; he had previously wanted to hoodwink Chen Jiajun.

Therefore, he attached great importance to Andy's arrival, and Chen Jiajun even met this CEO in person.

Andy was not angry either and said with a smile, "Right, I forgot, but that's fine too. Because of your harsh conditions, I found a new financing target."

Among them were many companies with great reputations, such as Intel.

Even if a look of disgust appeared, it was quickly restrained.

During this period, the low-performance microprocessors produced by Intel were used to supplement the low-end market that large computer companies looked down upon. However, their price-performance ratio was high, people could afford them, and for a long time, Intel's products were considered low-performance, low-price products.

This guy seemed to want to humiliate Andy to his face; the things he said were unbearable to listen to.

The two chatted for a while without getting to the main topic, and Chen Jiajun also wanted to see how long the other party could endure.

Intel in the 80s could only be considered a small company, with few people, little business, and low-end products.

It had to be said that there was no simple character among those who could become a CEO.

There were very few spoiled brats among the rich in the United States; the education they received from childhood could be described as devilish training.

The one speaking was a young kid with an elite air.

"Mr. Andy, actually I am not optimistic about your company's future. After all, there are too many choices in this time period, and under the impact of Japanese goods, the market share your company occupies is completely not worth looking at," Chen Jiajun said to Andy with a calm face.

The one before him was likely the same.

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Andy was instantly ecstatic and said repeatedly, "Thank you, Mr. Chen. I believe Intel will definitely not let you down."

Even the tuition fees of those elite schools were far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

But he did not expect Chen Jiajun to have such a deep understanding of this industry; at the very least, his assessment of Intel's current situation was not off at all.

He said with a passionate face, "Billy, long time no see."

The young man named Billy said disdainfully, "What long time no see? Didn't you come to me for financing before? But I rejected you."

"Andy, why are you here?"

But before Andy could speak, Chen Jiajun suddenly changed his tone and said, "However, I very much admire Mr. Andy's character. You are absolutely right that only the paranoid survive, especially in this industry, so I can consider injecting capital into your company, for the sake of you, Mr. Andy."

Chen Jiajun shook hands with Andy and said, "I hope so."

Andy naturally would not say "no" to his financial backer.

And the one who came was one of the co-founders of Intel, the current CEO, Andy Grove.

Andy's expression was very ugly after seeing this kid, but he was an old hand after all, and his self-restraint was better than average.

Intel currently lacked everything, and what they lacked most was the capital to allow them to transform.

There was no need for Andy to introduce him; Chen Jiajun knew this was one of the rich second-generation heirs in the United States.

It was just that the two had arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel restaurant when they encountered a strange guy.

"What, a new financing target?" Billy laughed loudly, "Just based on that company of yours that specializes in selling junk, don't joke with me."

This made the possibility of his financing smaller.

He had a high-and-mighty, punchable look.

So, after hearing that there was such a "Big Water Pipe" on Wall Street specializing in investing in high-end industries, he immediately ran over to pay a visit.

Money makes the man, after all.

After all, the initiative was currently in Chen Jiajun's hands.

Just in terms of how he carried himself and dealt with people, he was not someone an ordinary person could compare to.

The two chatted for an afternoon, and Chen Jiajun specially invited Andy to have dinner together.

Although they had made a fortune relying on the IBM company, they were suffering from the impact of Japanese goods on their main business, DRAM Memory, and were almost facing bankruptcy.

Andy did not want to argue with this guy and said with great poise, "Think whatever you want. I have things to do. Excuse me."

Saying this, Andy intended to leave directly with Chen Jiajun.

But this rich second-generation heir named Billy was quite arrogant and persistently blocked their way, saying, "Your financing target is this Japanese person? You really are getting more and more promising, Andy. I heard your business was crushed by the Japanese, and I didn't expect you to turn around and cooperate with a Japanese person again."

This guy was picking at a scab, and no matter how good Andy's poise was, he couldn't help but get a little angry at this moment.

But before he could speak, Chen Jiajun said coldly to Andy, "Kid, if you dare call me a Japanese person again, I will smash all the teeth in your mouth and make you drink oatmeal for the rest of your life."

"Fuck you, are you bluffing me?" Andy said with a punchable face, "This is the United States, not a place where a Japanese monkey like you can do whatever you want. I'm telling you—"

"Slap."

Before this guy could finish, Chen Jiajun slapped him and sent him flying.

Billy spun a few times in mid-air before crashing onto a table, a mouthful of blood mixed with two teeth falling out of his mouth.

Chen Jiajun's action stunned everyone around him.

The Four Seasons Hotel is not a place ordinary people can afford to stay; those who come here are either rich or noble.

People like them rarely take the initiative to beat others.

But for Chen Jiajun, he did not care at all.

Having come from a background as a street thug, he had absolutely no taboos.

After beating the man, he casually took out a napkin to wipe his hands and said with a look of regret: "I didn't control my strength well; I only knocked out two of his teeth."

"Bastard, you damn thing, I'm going to kill you."

Billy, having been slapped, was as furious as a bull; after climbing up, he roared at his bodyguards: "Beat him to death for me."

Billy was followed by bodyguards, two strong men as burly as bears.

Seeing the two bodyguards walking over aggressively, Andy was a bit panicked: "Mr. Chen, you this..."

Chen Jiajun's expression remained unchanged; he simply said to Bai Lu, who was standing behind him in professional attire: "It's up to you. Give that kid a beating, don't disturb our meal."

Bai Lu smiled slightly and said: "Understood, Boss."

After saying this, she walked straight toward the two bodyguards, the smile on her face charming yet dangerous.

Andy said with some worry: "Mr. Chen, how could you let a lady deal with guys like these? If she gets hurt..."

Before Andy could finish his sentence, his mouth fell wide open.

Because he saw the slender and delicate-looking Bai Lu kick the bear-like, sturdy bodyguard, sending him flying away instantly.

At this, the entire Restaurant fell into chaos.

Customers who did not want to invite trouble hurriedly got up and left the Restaurant.

Chen Jiajun, however, smiled and said to Andy: "Don't worry about this matter; let's continue talking about your follow-up financing plan."

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Andy finally snapped back to reality and sat down, following Chen Jiajun with a look of awe.

Yet Andy's eyes would occasionally glance toward the two sides currently fighting.

In fact, there was nothing to see in such a fight; with Bai Lu taking action, it was a clean sweep.

After the two sides had exchanged blows for only a short minute, the two bodyguards beside Billy were lying on the ground, unable to climb back up.

Afterward, Bai Lu walked straight over, grabbed Billy, and gave him a sound thrashing.

Bai Lu controlled her strength very well; she beat Billy into a pig's head without even giving him a concussion.

She clapped her hands, tossed aside the limp Billy, and walked to Chen Jiajun's side.

Seeing this scene, Andy said with some worry: "Mr. Chen, this Billy is no ordinary person."

"Oh? This kid has a background?"

Chen Jiajun asked with some curiosity.

Andy said helplessly: "This kid is called Billy Watson."

"The Watson Family from IBM?" Chen Jiajun said with some surprise.

Andy nodded: "Although Thomas Watson Jr. has officially left IBM and hasn't stepped through IBM's doors for a long time, the Watson Family still holds quite a few shares in IBM and occupies many seats on the board of directors."

"So, my first choice was to seek financing from the Watson Family. It's just a pity that this Billy's demands were simply too excessive, and we never reached an agreement."

"In other words, this kid is the son of Thomas Watson Jr.?" Chen Jiajun continued to ask.

Andy shook his head: "He is the son of Thomas's younger brother, Dick Watson. Dick is currently competing for the position of IBM president. Mr. Chen, you will get into trouble by doing this."

"It's just walking away from an idiot, what kind of trouble could there be?" Chen Jiajun didn't care at all.

Let alone a rich second-generation from the Watson Family, he had even beaten up the CIA, and more than once.

Andy sighed and said: "Actually, this matter is also my fault; I shouldn't have pushed you out just to win a point."

Andy's original intention was to show off that he had found a new financing target.

But he hadn't expected Chen Jiajun's temper to be so explosive.

Just as the two were talking, the hotel manager came up with security guards.

Seeing the scene before him, he felt terrible.

Especially seeing that the one beaten was Billy, this difficult fellow, which immediately gave the hotel manager a massive headache.

Billy was beaten until he was somewhat delirious, shouting for the hotel manager to call the Police.

The hotel manager certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to do that; instead, he walked up to Chen Jiajun with a serious face: "Sir, can you explain what happened just now?"

Chen Jiajun spread his hands and said calmly: "No problem, this guy insulted me just now. And he wanted his bodyguards to hit me; I was acting in self-defense."

Chen Jiajun's ability to lie through his teeth left the manager feeling helpless.

Chen Jiajun continued: "What? You don't believe me? Then can you tell me, with two bodyguards as big as him by his side, how we could have injured him?"

Speaking of this question, the hotel manager was also very surprised.

Especially after hearing Billy say that the one who injured him was the delicate little beauty by Chen Jiajun's side.

However, the hotel manager was a smart man; no matter what Chen Jiajun said, Billy was a member of the Watson Family after all, so he said to Chen Jiajun: "In that case, please let the Police judge this matter. Before that, please do not leave."

Chen Jiajun shrugged and said: "I didn't intend to leave; I haven't eaten yet. Please have your waiter bring me a menu."

The manager was so angry he laughed, flatly refusing: "You are suspected of assaulting our customer, and our hotel will cease service to you and everyone with you."

Chen Jiajun said quite playfully: "Just because that guy is a member of the Watson Family?"

The hotel manager didn't speak, but his expression made it clear that was the case.

In the United States, the wealthy are the privileged class.

Chen Jiajun didn't speak either; he just had Bai Lu place the invitation letter from Citibank on the table, then said faintly to the hotel manager: "I am a VIP invited by Citibank; are you sure you want to do this?"

Seeing this, the hotel manager was completely dumbfounded.

He should have thought earlier that the guy who dared to beat Billy Watson certainly wasn't a small fry.

Now he felt like he was riding a tiger and couldn't get off.

Chen Jiajun saw no need to make things difficult for a manager, and said indifferently: "You cannot intervene in this matter; instead of standing here dazed, you might as well have the Kitchen prepare dinner for me."

"Very well, sir."

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, the hotel manager could only grit his teeth and leave, having a waiter bring up the menu.

After ordering a few things to eat, Chen Jiajun said to Andy: "There is no need to worry so much about this matter; let us talk about the financing."

"I estimate that I can inject a total of five hundred million US dollars into Intel, with the first installment being two hundred million; I believe this sum is already enough for your company to undergo its transformation. If the development momentum is good, the remaining three hundred million can be injected in stages."

"Two hundred million?" Andy's eyes lit up instantly.

Not to mention two hundred million US dollars, if Intel were to be taken to a bank for collateral now, its valuation would likely be less than five million; two hundred million was already a massive amount of money for Andy.

With this money, let alone a transformation, it would be enough to renovate the entire company.

It was not that Chen Jiajun had more money than he knew what to do with, but that he was considering his options.

Once Intel had fully developed, the United States would certainly impose a technological blockade.

Chen Jiajun had already seen this kind of ugly face countless times.

When that time came, he could rely on this investment to become the only breach in the blockade.

Even if the United States really wanted to act like a thug, Chen Jiajun would still be able to fleece enough technology from Intel.

Both sides were extremely satisfied with this cooperation.

The two toasted repeatedly; it could be said that both host and guest were delighted.

As for Billy, whose face was covered in blood over there, he ultimately did not wait for the Police to arrive.

Instead, someone came to pick him up.

At their level of status and position, the Police were fundamentally useless.

Even if the New York Police were to arrest Chen Jiajun one moment, they would have to release him the next.

After all, Citibank stood behind Chen Jiajun; Citibank could not afford to lose face over such a matter, and would certainly protect Chen Jiajun at all costs.

However, because of this incident, Citibank also expressed their dissatisfaction to Chen Jiajun in a veiled manner.

Chen Jiajun had not only poached their people but also caused them trouble; even if they owed Chen Jiajun a favor, favors had a way of running out.

Chen Jiajun did not care much about this point.

A mere Watson Family was something Chen Jiajun did not even take seriously.

Even if the United States government wanted to arrest him, he was confident he could retreat unscathed.

As for Citibank, Chen Jiajun likely would not have any more cooperation with them.

After settling the Intel matter, Chen Jiajun prepared to return to Hong Kong with the production line technology.

Ao En and Li Zhao had already produced the prototype machine, and Chen Jiajun planned to start production once the testing was complete.

This was the flagship of his first electronic product, and Ao En's automated factory was also showing some promise.

All of this would need to be tested after returning to Brunei.

(End of this chapter)