Chapter 25: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

Magic Capital, Smile Electronics Company.

Jiang Hao, his left hand in a cast, his head wrapped in bandages, his face bruised and swollen, reached out and pushed open the door before him; as soon as he entered, he saw Liu Jiang staring at him with a hostile expression, his clothes disheveled.

Beside him was Liu Jiang's secretary, her head bowed, frantically organizing her clothes.

After a while, the secretary turned and walked around Jiang Hao, disappearing down the corridor, and closed the door behind her.

At this moment, Liu Jiang finally noticed Jiang Hao's condition, furrowed his brow, and asked with a displeased expression:

"Didn't you go to pick up goods yesterday? How did you end up like this?"

Jiang Hao opened his mouth, wanting to complain, but seeing Liu Jiang's displeased face, he finally swallowed his complaint, walked to the chair opposite, sat down, and explained:

"I went to Lin San Electronics Factory, and then that kid had someone beat me up."

He spoke too quickly, pulling at the bruises on his face, and Jiang Hao couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air from the pain.

Liu Jiang looked as if he hated iron for not becoming steel, tapping his fingers on the table:

"Didn't you call the police?"

However, just as his words fell, Jiang Hao across from him raised a hand and pointed at himself:

"Do you think I dare to call the police with this face?"

Jiang Hao's rhetorical question left Liu Jiang silent; ten years ago they were all people hanging out on the streets, and only in these past two years had they established a company and started doing legitimate work, so they looked slightly more normal now.

If they went to the police, the police would definitely ask for the full story.

If any flaw was exposed, wouldn't they be done for?

After a long silence, Liu Jiang wore a grim expression, tapped the table, and said coldly:

"You go prepare; I'll find a chance to meet that kid."

"These young people nowadays don't know the immensity of heaven and earth; we old-timers need to teach him a lesson."

Jiang Hao naturally understood Liu Jiang's meaning, bowed his waist and thanked him profusely, and just as he was about to leave, the office door was pushed open from the outside.

The little secretary who had just left in disarray was now wearing an exquisite little suit, rushing into the office in a panic:

"Director Liu, Chairman's call, saying that buyers in Europe and America are filing lawsuits on a large scale, demanding compensation from us."

"The Chairman wants you to come over."

The little secretary's face was full of anxiety, as if something earth-shattering had happened.

Seeing this, Liu Jiang gave Jiang Hao a look:

"I'll go to the Chairman's office first; we'll talk later."

After saying this, he left in a hurry, running upstairs.

In the Chairman's office, Smile Electronics Company Chairman Liu Qiming was flying into a rage, and before him were several English documents.

The door opened, and Liu Jiang appeared covered in sweat; seeing Liu Jiang, Liu Qiming grabbed those English documents and threw them at him:

"What is your Production Department doing?"

"Using work email to curse EU official departments—do you want to die?"

"You cursed the EU, then cursed America, then cursed those large chain supermarkets, cursed consumers; now they are all suing us, demanding compensation for mental distress."

"The smallest is 2 million US dollars, the largest is over 30 million."

"The goods we sent to Europe and America have all been stopped at customs, all gone—that's goods worth over 20 million US dollars."

"We're dead!"

Amid Liu Qiming's cursing, Liu Jiang frantically picked up those English documents, but unfortunately, he didn't recognize a single word.

He could only stand there holding the documents, staring blankly.

And his blank stare made Liu Qiming even more furious.

This Chairman walked around the desk, came to stand before Liu Jiang, and raised his hand to slap him.

With a smack, one of Liu Jiang's back teeth flew out.

Immediately followed by Liu Qiming's cursing: "Right now, immediately go find out who sent the email, who sent those things out."

Liu Jiang didn't move, just stood there holding the documents; Liu Qiming cursed for a while, then turned around and saw Liu Jiang hadn't left, and slapped him again:

"Why the hell aren't you moving?"

Touching his swollen face, Liu Jiang, in his forties, raised his head and said with a face full of grievance:

"Many people know about that Google Mail in the Technical Department, even our contract factories know."

"There's simply no way to investigate!"

This made Liu Qiming's eyes widen to the maximum, and his right hand kept pointing at Liu Jiang.

Several seconds later, his right hand slowly raised, his eyes rolled back, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body falling straight down.

The back of his head hit the ground, he twitched twice on the floor, and then there was no movement.

Just then, Liu Qiming's office door was pushed open, and a woman in her thirties, wearing a black women's suit, looking like a woman of enduring charm, walked into the room.

She happened to see this scene; the woman screamed, and the documents in her hand scattered all over the floor:

"Ah! Not good, the General Manager killed the Chairman!"

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Bang bang bang!

Lin Yi's fingers tapped across a row of electric pressure cookers; the pressure cooker lids made a crisp sound, very clear and pleasant to the ear.

He struck the electric pressure cooker from head to tail, knocking over every one, then returned to the first electric pressure cooker and struck it twice more.

After finishing, he turned his gaze to Liu Daneng beside him:

"The routine inspections all passed?"

"Yes! Passed!" Liu Daneng nodded, handing over the inspection report he had been clutching.

Lin Yi did not take the inspection report, merely nodded softly, then waved his hand:

"Load these electric pressure cookers onto the truck; we're going to the Fire Brigade."

Liu Daneng 【missing verb】 inspection report, bringing several people, huffing and puffing as they loaded the electric pressure cookers onto the vehicle, then under Lin Yi's leadership, stepped on the gas pedal and drove toward Hanshan District Fire Brigade.

Hanshan District Fire Brigade.

Captain Ye Haiyang wore a smile on his face, seized Lin Yi's hand, and shook it without stopping:

"General Manager, you're too courteous; guaranteeing the safety of the people's property is our Fire Brigade's duty."

"General Manager, you really have no need to send so much feed."

Lin Yi's face was also full of smiles, and he gently shook both hands: "Captain Ye, you're too courteous!"

"How does the old saying go? The military and the people are one family; you guarantee our lives and property safety, so we can't be ungrateful, can we?"

"Just a few pigs, a few sheep, a few boxes of fruit, a small donation."

"Just to let everyone have some meat!"

"Actually, this time I came mainly to ask everyone at the Fire Brigade for a favor."

One does not strike a smiling face; looking at the truckload of meat, Ye Haiyang raised a hand and pointed to the Office Building:

"Please come inside; we'll brew a cup of tea, sit down, and chat slowly."

"Captain Ye, we can't take it slow!" Lin Yi suddenly raised his voice, let out a cry of woe, then hurriedly took several files from his bosom.

They were exactly the files Smailer Company had previously sent over.

He placed these files before Ye Haiyang and explained softly:

"The products we produce are sold to Europe and America through distributors."

"Europeans and Americans get the electric rice cooker; besides not cooking, they throw everything into the electric rice cooker."

"Then an accident happens, and they have to pay compensation."

"Finally, the pot is thrown back to me."

"I have to quickly film a safety warning video, then send it over, and push my responsibility away."

"We really can't sit down and chat slowly!"