Chapter 31

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

When he saw that what Lin Yi had taken out were spare ribs, Lin Bin's whole body trembled — with anger.

At this moment, two voices appeared in his mind; one voice told him to return to Yanjing immediately, to return to Lei Jun's side immediately, and tell Lei Jun.

Divest!

Divest immediately!

This person has a screw loose!

Investing money in him is like throwing a meat bun at a dog — gone for good!

While the other voice told him, this is called a brilliant stratagem, this is called playing by unconventional rules.

When you have a product in hand, and the product quality is good, you must defend the orthodox while striking with the unorthodox.

This matter was recorded long ago in the Idea King's 100 Business Ideas.

In the end, Lin Bin still persuaded himself and decided to watch and see first.

And the main reason was that he had gotten up too early in the morning and hadn't eaten breakfast; he was a bit hungry now.

Lin Yi stewed the spare ribs, turned his head, and fished out another bag of processed chicken from the foam box, tidied it up, and stuffed it into the pot as well.

Just when Lin Bin felt this was already enough, Lin Yi produced two more bags, poured out two distinctly different kinds of rice, finished rinsing them, and tossed them into the electric rice cooker together.

He pressed the switch, then dragged over a chair and plopped down.

The pressure cooker cooks rice and stews spare ribs very fast; in just a dozen or so minutes, the fragrance of the spare ribs slowly diffused into the surroundings along with the steam vented by the pressure cooker.

And the people at the surrounding booths, drawn by the fragrance, slowly took notice of this strangely named booth.

And the strange behavior at the booth.

Several dozen minutes later, the electric rice cooker and the electric pressure cooker each rang their crisp, pleasant chimes; amid the chimes, the red lights on the electric pressure cooker and the electric rice cooker turned green.

The electric pressure cooker began to release pressure.

A few minutes later, the chicken stewed until fall-apart tender was fished out of the pot by Lin Yi; he swapped on a disposable glove and shredded it bit by bit into chicken threads.

He put the chicken threads into the white congee, then sprinkled on a bit of stir-fried pickled vegetables and chopped scallions.

This bowl of shredded chicken white congee was handed by Lin Yi to Lin Bin:

"Have a taste!"

After Lin Bin took the small bowl, Lin Yi took out a large bowl, ladled himself a full large bowl of congee, squatted to the side, and started wolfing it down.

Not caring in the slightest about the people around.

Before long, the sound of spoons tapping against bowl walls rang throughout the entire booth.

Clink-clank, clink-clank.

The people at the surrounding booths listened with great irritation; they swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then, where no one could see, flipped Lin Yi the middle finger.

Bastard!

Because one person is putting on a show, it inevitably draws away others' attention; drawing away others' attention means others might not see their own products.

If others can't see their products, then this exhibition trip was wasted!

But…

That chicken really smells good!

That chicken stewed until fall-apart tender, shredded into strips, put into the cooked white congee, plus a bit of pickled vegetables — the smell really is good!

Really want to eat it!

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At 8:30 in the morning, the exhibition organizer, staff from the Gusu Municipal Government, holding microphones, braving the cold wind, spoke incessantly for 30 minutes in the cold wind.

They spoke until 9 o'clock, when the exhibition formally opened.

Merchants from all over the world, from all over the country, like carp leaping the Dragon Gate, rushed into the exhibition hall, following the signposts toward the directions they needed according to their own requirements.

At the booth side, Lin Yi hugged his arms across his chest, leaned askew against the booth, his eyes looking pitifully toward the doorway, toward A1 District.

A1 District is the leader among electronic products — that is, the computer zone.

At this exhibition, participating merchants all brought out the toothpaste they'd been squeezing for years.

Solemnly placing these toothpastes onto their booths.

Yet even with just toothpaste, the stream of visitors to the booths remained endless.

Compared to these electronic products, the home appliance zone had somewhat less foot traffic; this stuff is still more reassuring to buy at local dealer stores — at least if there's trouble you can find someone to hold accountable.

The first few booths in the home appliance zone belonged to those few big domestic brands, with refrigerators, color TVs, big sofas — everything complete.

Just then, Lin Bin appeared silently, behind Lin Yi, and asked in a voice devoid of any emotion:

"General Manager not going to pull in a couple of customers?"

"Not necessary!" Lin Yi let go, turned, walked back into the booth interior, dragged over a chair and sat down; discovering Lin Bin had followed, seemingly intent on getting to the bottom of things, he simply preempted and explained:

"People who only look at brands — even if I go persuade them, they won't come over."

"I'm waiting for those willing to look at quality."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw Lin Bin open a notebook and swipe-swipe-swipe write several lines in it.

When Lin Yi leaned over, trying to see what ghostly thing he'd written, Lin Bin swiftly snapped the notebook shut, chin pointing toward the outside of the booth:

"Your screened customer has arrived!"

Lin Yi turned at the sound and discovered a married couple had appeared outside the booth.

The couple looked to be in their fifties, dressed plainly, but both pairs of eyes revealed a sharp glint.

At this moment, the two were staring at the electric rice cookers and electric pressure cookers on the booth with curious eyes.

Lin Yi walked over, hands placed in front of him, and bowed very politely:

"Please come in, both of you. We can eat and chat at the same time!"

The man waved his hand, declining Lin Yi's suggestion, and directly raised his hand to point at the electric pressure cooker:

"Can you let us take a look at the inside of this electric pressure cooker of yours?"

"No!" Lin Yi refused decisively, his face still wearing that faint smile.

Rejected, the smile on the woman's face vanished instantly, and she kept urging the man: "I told you to look at big brands, but you insisted on coming to look at these small brands."

"Alright, they won't tell you the internal approximate structure, so you can't confirm the quality."

"Let's go!"

As she spoke, the woman pushed the man outward, walking toward another booth not far away.

Only the two moved rather slowly, and after walking a few steps, the man froze in place, refusing to move forward no matter what.

Lin Yi stood in place, silently watching these two perform.

After a while, the man in the dispute turned his head, but saw Lin Yi standing there, waving at him with a smile on his face.

That smile carried a hint of understanding.

Not until the two disappeared into the crowd did Lin Bin walk up behind Lin Yi, looking at the distant crowd with a half-smile, and asked quietly:

"Came to steal technology?"

Lin Yi tilted his head, a surprised expression on his face as he looked at Lin Bin: "I thought you didn't know?"

Lin Bin turned his head, pointed his right thumb at himself, and said proudly: "I've seen it!"

The two looked at each other, smiled at each other, and then stood together by the booth, watching the visitors coming and going.

They received another two waves of people probing for intelligence; three men in light gray suits, faces full of thick beards, passed through the crowd and stopped in front of the computer screen where Lin Yi was playing the safety warning video, narrowing their eyes and studying the safety warning video with dead serious faces.

The video played one round.

The bearded man on the left who looked somewhat younger came up to Lin Yi, licked his lips, spoke in English, and asked in a flustered manner:

"Friend! Does this thing cook rice with strong heat?"