Chapter 73

Secondly, Gao Qiqiang was easy to control.

Gao Qiqiang's parents were both dead, leaving three siblings to depend on each other.

Gao Qiqiang was the eldest, and he had a younger brother and a younger sister.

Family affection was always the best shackle; as long as he controlled the younger brother and sister, Gao Qiqiang would absolutely never betray him.

Thinking of this, Ni Yongyao immediately decided to act.

"Kong Sang, notify Han Chen to come see me."

Ni Yongyao instructed.

"Yes, Master."

Kong Sang agreed, then picked up the mobile phone, dialed Han Chen's number, and conveyed Ni Yongyao's instructions.

Twenty minutes later.

Han Chen arrived at the study.

"Mr. Ni, you wanted to see me?"

Han Chen asked.

"There is something that needs you to handle."

Ni Yongyao smoked his cigar and said slowly: "We have established cooperation with the Jianhe Group in Jinghai and need to arrange an agent in Jinghai.

You go to Jinghai, go to the Old Factory Street vegetable market, find a fishmonger named Gao Qiqiang, and bring him over.

By the way, he also has a younger brother and sister; bring them along too."

"Mr. Ni, if that Gao Qiqiang is unwilling to come, can I use some means?"

Han Chen asked.

"Mind your attitude; the means must be gentle.

I am having Gao Qiqiang be an agent, not creating an enemy, understand?"

Ni Yongyao said.

"Yes, Mr. Ni, I understand."

Han Chen nodded.

"Also, once you arrive in Jinghai, if you encounter any trouble you can't handle, you can ask the Jianhe Group for help."

Ni Yongyao threw Chen Tai and Chen Shuting's business cards to Han Chen.

"Go, get this done as soon as possible."

Ni Yongyao waved his hand.

That same afternoon.

The Ni family welcomed an unexpected guest.

"Mr. Ni, hello, I am the person in charge of Motorola's Hong Kong branch; you can call me Charlie."

Charlie was a ghost with a head of golden curly hair who came to Ni Yongyao to introduce himself.

Upon hearing the words 'person in charge of Motorola's Hong Kong branch', Ni Yongyao instantly understood Charlie's intention.

The terrifying sales of twenty thousand units on the very day the Galaxy I was released had already shown the potential to dominate the entire Hong Kong market.

And this potential wouldn't take long to be realized.

As such, it was normal for Motorola to be unable to sit still.

"I don't like beating around the bush; tell me directly, what are you here for?"

Ni Yongyao asked.

"I think highly of the product your company produces; it has great potential.

If possible, I would like to acquire all the patented technology for this product."

Charlie said, taking out an exquisite checkbook, as if he would pay immediately as long as Ni Yongyao spoke.

"Thank you for thinking highly of my product, but unfortunately, I don't intend to sell."

Ni Yongyao said.

"Mr. Ni, you can consider it again; I can definitely give you a figure that will satisfy you."

Charlie said, unwilling to give up.

"This isn't a matter of money."

Ni Yongyao's attitude was firm.

The pager business, for Ni Yongyao, wasn't just as simple as making money.

It also shouldered the role of increasing social influence.

In a sense, influence was even more important than making money.

Ni Yongyao was preparing to lead the Ni family to wash their hands of their past and go legitimate, which required possessing extremely high social prestige.

Seeing that Ni Yongyao wouldn't budge at all, Charlie sighed helplessly.

Although he had guessed this was likely the result before coming, he still felt some regret.

With Charlie's vision, he could naturally see that neither Motorola nor any other brand's pager was a match for the Galaxy I.

Chinese character display could be deciphered, appearance could be imitated, and quality could be improved—these were all easy to solve.

But the selling price alone was something no one could handle.

At the same quality, the price couldn't come down; at the same price, the quality couldn't keep up.

Three thousand dollars—a price that made Charlie despair.

Charlie racked his brains but couldn't figure out why the Galaxy I could be so cheap.

He even suspected that Ni Yongyao was doing charity and selling at a loss.

Seeing that it was only a matter of time before the market was completely occupied.

Charlie couldn't sit still, which was why he came to see Ni Yongyao, holding onto a glimmer of hope.

Hoping that Ni Yongyao was an upstart who only cared about money and would let him buy the patent for the Galaxy I.

Yet the reality was that there was simply nothing to talk about.

"Mr. Ni, if you ever change your mind, contact me at any time."

With his hope shattered, Charlie could only leave a business card, perform a gentlemanly gesture, and turn to leave.

"I won't see you out."

Ni Yongyao looked at the business card and originally wanted to throw it away, but after considering it, he put it away.

Perhaps it would be useful later.

"Beep, beep, beep!"

At this moment, Ni Yongyao's mobile phone rang.

After answering, Yuri's voice rang out.

"Mr. Ni, my ship is about to dock, right at the Saigon pier."

"Good, I will send someone over."

Ni Yongyao said, hanging up the phone.

He didn't expect Yuri to come so quickly this time.

The last time he transported arms, it took about seven days, but this time it was delivered in just four days.

Immediately, Ni Yongyao instructed Taylor to rush to the Saigon pier to retrieve the M500 revolver he had ordered.

An hour later.

Taylor returned, but not alone; he brought two people back with him.

One was Yuri, and the other was a strange young man.

"Mr. Ni, we meet again."

Seeing Ni Yongyao, Yuri laughed heartily, opened his arms exaggeratedly, and gave Ni Yongyao a hug.

As intimate as if they were brothers.

"Who is he?"

Ni Yongyao hugged Yuri perfunctorily and asked.

"Almost forgot to introduce him to you; this is my brother, Vitali."