Chapter 1091: Overestimating One's Capabilities

"Damn!" Zhou Andong was very angry. "My life is only worth $100,000? Who are they looking down on?"

Jian Qiu frowned and hit Zhou Andong. "What time is it, and you're still joking."

Yuan Wanqi glanced at the rearview mirror; she truly admired her boss.

If it were an average person, hearing this news, they would probably turn around and go back.

"This was still caused by some of your remarks on the mainland, Chairman Zhou."

Yuan Wanqi said in a deep voice, "Your speech and answers to reporters at the Yangcheng Entrepreneurs Forum, as well as some subsequent remarks, have been reported in Xiangjiang, and the reaction has been very strong.

Most people in Xiangjiang admit they are Chinese. For example, old-school media like Wen Wei Po and Ta Kung Pao are very supportive of you. But there are some people, the 'foreign slaves' you mentioned, who are very dissatisfied with you. Especially Next Magazine, which has been attacking you with words, even humiliating and cursing you."

Next Magazine—Zhou Andong was very familiar with this name. It belonged to the same person as the most notorious toxic media, 'Rotten Apple,' twenty-plus years later.

"$100,000 isn't much, but there are many thugs in Xiangjiang. Even if you give them $10,000, they would dare to kill with a gun. So, I temporarily found a security company and hired these bodyguards to ensure your safety."

Jian Qiu's face was terrifyingly gloomy, her tone filled with murderous intent. "Find a way to find this person."

Yuan Wanqi was silent for a moment. "In Xiangjiang, there are too many people who can come up with $100,000. Relying on our own strength, it's impossible to find the person. As for calling the police, that's even less reliable."

Zhou Andong grabbed Jian Qiu's hand and smiled faintly. "He put out a $100,000 bounty for my life. If I put out a $1 million bounty for his life, what do you think the consequences will be?"

The car suddenly went quiet; even the driver couldn't help but straighten his spine.

That's right, who is their boss? They don't know his true net worth.

But they know that even in Xiangjiang, he is a top-tier tycoon.

Even if it's just throwing money, the boss could crush this guy who overestimated his capabilities and put out a bounty.

Zhou Andong's words didn't make Jian Qiu's expression soften. "When we get to the company, contact Wu Chao immediately and have him bring people to Xiangjiang right away. You can only trust your own people."

Seeing Jian Qiu's expression, Zhou Andong didn't object. "Fine, we'll contact Wu Chao when we get to the company."

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Japan, JVC Company Headquarters. President Kojiro Saburo was flipping through the documents in his hand when the office door was knocked.

"Come in!"

A mature woman in her thirties, wearing a short skirt and with her hair in a bun, pushed the door open and walked in.

"President, Sony, Panasonic, Pioneer, and GoldStar have jointly sent a fax, asserting that the Wan Yan VCD has extremely strong compatibility and opposing the manufacture of encrypted discs."

Kojiro Saburo slowly closed the document in his hand and looked up at the woman. "Has the feedback from the Chinese market survey come back?"

"It has," the woman said. "The acceptable price point we determined for VCDs is 3,995 yuan, and 60 yuan for discs. Wan Yan has already invested $3 million to develop the first generation of VCDs.

The material cost alone for each unit reaches 2,780 yuan, and Wan Yan's second batch is priced at 4,688 yuan. Starting yesterday, they began running full-page advertisements in major print media, including prime time on various provincial television stations."

Kojiro Saburo tapped his fingers on the table. "How much advertising money did Wan Yan invest?"

"20 million RMB," the woman said. "Because the first batch of Wan Yan VCDs was priced as high as 18,800, Wan Yan has plenty of funds."

Kojiro Saburo pondered for a moment. "Notify the Marketing Department, meeting at two o'clock."

"Hai!"

The woman bowed and turned to leave.

At the same time, at Sony Headquarters, President Nobeyama Potato-Maru was leaning on the conference table with both hands, his small eyes flashing with a wisdom not found in ordinary people.

"In mid-November, start the promotion in China. On January 1st, our VCDs will be fully launched in China. In one year, make Wan Yan completely disappear from the Chinese market.

Additionally, increase investment in DVD research and development. Before the end of next year, we must have Sony's technical indicators and specifications released. We must never let the Chinese get ahead of us again."

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Jingcheng!

Wan Yan VCD started its market cycle demonstration promotion, and the surrounding crowd could be described as spectacular.

"I saw the ad yesterday. This thing is really good; you can sing karaoke at home."

"Good is good, but it's too expensive. Who can afford it?"

"You can't afford it, I can't afford it, but surely someone can."

"Why isn't there a Japanese VCD? Is this an international standard?"

An untimely questioning voice suddenly rose in the crowd.

"That's right, I don't believe at all that we can research any high-tech."

"I think it must be this Wan Yan, stealing Japanese technology or American technology."

Such voices grew more numerous, making many ordinary people truly believe it.

"Just wait, soon Japanese VCDs will be on the market here, and Wan Yan, this thief, will definitely be cleared out of the market."

"That's enough of you." There were still very clear-headed people. "Why can't we research high-tech? Just like Zhou Andong said, you foreign slaves have knelt for too long and can no longer stand up."

"Why are you cursing people? Let me tell you, I also love my country, and I also hope my country is strong, but first, one must admit one's own shortcomings and face one's own flaws.

Like you, blindly arrogant, how can the country become strong? Like Wan Yan, an enterprise that steals others' technology, can it succeed for a moment, but can it succeed for a lifetime?

Once European, American, and Japanese VCDs are on the market in China, Wan Yan, this thief, will reveal its true colors. After all, it's stolen technology, the quality of the VCD will definitely have problems, so being eliminated by the market is just a matter of time."

"I heard that there are patents abroad. Wan Yan, this thief, will sooner or later become a defendant."

Such voices soon reached the ears of the organizer's person-in-charge, who immediately relayed this news to headquarters.

Lao Meng put down the phone and took out a cigarette to light it. This situation was something he hadn't anticipated, but he didn't pay too much attention to it either.

Such slander couldn't cause too much damage to the reputation of Wan Yan VCD; it was just meant to disgust him.

"Pa pa pa..."

The office door was knocked. Lao Meng shouted, "Come in!"

Lao Sun pushed the door open and walked in. "Jingcheng side, they sent you a message, right?"

Lao Meng nodded with a smile. "Don't pay too much attention, there won't be any big problems."

"I always feel this matter came too suddenly; it should have been premeditated." Lao Sun hesitated for a moment. "How about we give Zhou Andong a call and ask him?" ===== CHAPTER 1092 =====