Chapter 22: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

Inside the General Manager's office of Smile Electronics Company, General Manager Liu Jiang finished reading the text message on his phone, casually picked up the desk phone, and dialed the Secretary's office next door:

"Have Old Jiang come over."

Putting down the phone, he grabbed a sheet of A4 paper from the desk, took up a steel pen, and began scribbling and sketching on the A4 paper.

What a qualified Party A looks like, there are no regulations across all industries.

But what a qualified Party B looks like, Party A knows perfectly well in their heart.

Has technology, asks for little money, works fast, and even knows to advance funds; best of all, has an accident right after finishing the job and doesn't want a single cent.

That is a qualified Party B.

For Smile Electronics, Lin Laosan Electrical Appliance Factory was exactly such a qualified Party B.

Especially after the 2008 Financial Crisis erupted, the only shred of bargaining power Lin Laosan Electrical Appliance Factory had over Smile Electronics also vanished without a trace along with the outbreak of the Financial Crisis.

From last year to now, Smile Electronics has held all the cards, using Party A's permission to shift a very large portion of its own capital pressure onto Lin Laosan Electrical Appliance Factory.

Such a useful Party B is now suddenly going bankrupt.

Painful, but also carrying a trace of delight.

Painful because losing such a Party B means one less.

Delighted because if such a Party B collapses, the money we owe that company, the other party certainly won't come demanding it from us in the short term.

Even if they do come demanding it, we can find ways to drag it out.

Drag it until the other party can't withstand the pressure of reality, runs into a willingness to accept our terms, and thereby demands less funds.

As long as this step is achieved, Smile Electronics' crisis can be shifted outward in part.

Everyone's days will continue to be comfortable.

The office door was pushed open, and the burly Jiang Hao walked into the room, arriving before Liu Jiang with a fawning expression:

"Director Liu!"

Liu Jiang handed over the A4 paper in his hand: "You go to Lin Laosan Electrical Appliance Factory and haul all the goods back."

"Also, when you see that kid surnamed Lin later, tell him that Lin Laosan Electrical Appliance Factory failed to fulfill its notification obligations, causing our company huge losses; this batch of goods will count as offsetting our losses."

"Understand?"

Jiang Hao held the A4 paper and hesitated for a while, but still didn't leave immediately; instead he stood before Liu Jiang, lowered his voice, and asked:

"Old Factory Director of Lin Laosan Electrical Appliance Factory passed away only two months ago; if we cross the river and demolish the bridge now, won't the reputation be bad if it gets out?"

"Stupid!" Liu Jiang rebuked sharply, rose from the leather chair, clasped his hands behind his back, and turned toward the window.

Stopping before the window, he turned 45 degrees to look at Jiang Hao; the face that had been expressionless just now had now become incomparably ferocious:

"The marketplace is a battlefield; what it speaks of is mutual deception. His parents died — what does that have to do with us?"

"Moreover, his parents died on the road while discussing business with other people; it has not a penny to do with us."

"So what if it gets out? Those who talk about loyalty are all in prison now; we're the ones eating well and drinking fine!"

"Don't give me any talk about favors and social niceties; I just want the electric rice cookers."

"Go, now!"

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"Speaking of General Manager Lin, everywhere outside they're saying your Lin Laosan Electrical Appliance Factory is going under; don't you have any thoughts on that?"

Under the drizzling November rain, Lin Bin wrapped in a down jacket, soy milk in left hand, steamed bun in right, chased after Lin Yu, looking at the young man ahead with an inquisitive face.

These past two days he had been studying the ecology of this Lin Laosan Electrical Appliance Factory.

Then quite abruptly he heard this piece of news.

After serious thought and analysis, he felt this matter was deliberately leaked by Lin Yi.

After all, for a one-man-said appliance factory, if the boss wanted to secretly transfer funds or dispose of assets, there were plenty of silent ways to do it.

Now the news is spread all over the place; that inevitably means Lin Yi secretly instructed it.

Why would he do this?

Facing Lin Bin's curiosity, Lin Yi directly rolled a Byakugan:

"What does Lin Laosan Electrical Appliance Factory going bankrupt have to do with my Xiaomi Heavy Industry?"

As these words fell, Lin Bin's inquisitive face instantly filled with shock.

It seems...

These words sound surprisingly right.

Lin Yi submitted the name change and business scope expansion application at the Industrial and Commercial Administration Bureau the day before yesterday, and it has already successfully passed review and registration.

Right now that little Accountant is handling the bank account and Tax Registration.

In other words, Lin Laosan Electrical Appliance Factory ceased to exist the moment the application passed.

So Lin Laosan Electrical Appliance Factory going bankrupt indeed has nothing to do with Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

Both mouths stuffed the soy milk and steamed buns in, tossed the bags into the trash can, and Lin Bin continued pressing Lin Yi:

"Even if there's no relation, you didn't have to spread this news, did you?"

"I'm waiting for people to show up!" Leaving this ambiguous sentence, Lin Yi lowered his head and continued busying himself with the pattern in his hands.

The pattern in his hands was the Xiaomi Heavy Industry logo.

Of course, the pattern wasn't original; it was stolen from the internet in his previous life.

The overall design is the character for "rice" — mi — rendered entirely in silver, and every stroke of that mi character has been deliberately carved by Lin Yi into the blade of an Eight-Faced Han Sword.

He was here to stir up trouble, so the logo naturally had to stir up trouble too.

Having sketched the design roughly, Lin Yi turned and placed the logo before Lin Bin:

"Take a look — our company's logo."

"It's a bit…" Lin Bin propped his chin on his left hand, staring at the mi character brimming with killing intent before him, hesitated for a while, then voiced his inner thought:

"A bit too fierce."

Hearing the critique, Lin Yi waved a broad hand: "As long as I like it, that's enough!"

This reply left Lin Bin with nothing to say; he stuck out his thumb:

"Good-looking!"

He held the pattern, examining it again and again, made a few minor detail tweaks, and only then set the pattern down.

Just as he was preparing to call and arrange for someone to produce the design, the office door was pushed open, and Ji Shuangshuang poked her head in from outside:

"Boss, the people from Smailer Company have arrived."

At those words, Lin Yi turned to look at Lin Bin, said nothing, merely tossed him a glance.

Receiving that glance, Lin Bin instantly understood — the person Lin Yi was waiting for had arrived.

He gave a nod, naturally assumed the air of a big boss, walked to the sofa beside him and sat down, leisurely lifted the teapot, and leisurely poured himself tea.

By the door, Ji Shuangshuang saw this, naturally rose, pushed the door fully open, revealing Liu Jie outside.

Then she raised a hand toward him in invitation: "Please."

Facing Ji Shuangshuang's lukewarm words, Jiang Hao merely gave a faint sidelong glance, then strode into the office with great arrogance.

He didn't greet Lin Yi, but walked straight to the side sofa and sat down, gave Lin Bin another faint glance, then helped himself to the teapot on the table, pouring himself a cup of water first.

He drank the water in one gulp, set the cup down, and only then turned his gaze toward Lin Yi:

"Factory Director Lin, a guest from afar — I've come a long way, how about not even a cup of water?"

Lin Yi lifted his head, cast a light glance his way: "Something the matter?"

On the sofa, Jiang Hao heard this, raised two fingers on his right hand, then curled them down one by one: "Moving goods! Compensation!"