Wealthy people, after hearing about the effects, will buy a set.

Besides mobile pagers, the most popular purchase was the Dami DM-X ultra-thin portable music player.

One unit sold over 200 units. Seventeen sets of sound effects were also sold.

The majority of them were mobile phones and a small number of pagers.

The export version of pagers is very rare in the United States, otherwise it would sell much more.

None of that matters. Sales aren't urgent; building a brand is what's important.

We've now reached an agreement with the motorcycle company, meaning we've essentially given up that profit, but it won't affect rice sales.

Later, as production increased, the price of grey market goods decreased, effectively stabbing Motorcycle in the back.

Unable to withstand the pressure from those powerful Western companies, Motorola loosened its patent licensing restrictions.

Xing Baohua dared to secretly authorize small factories in China to produce smuggled goods for the European and American markets.

As long as domestic small factories don't label their products as rice, they can do whatever they want. You can even hint to them to create brands like millet, sorghum, or peanuts.

In fact, such a surge in smuggled goods is detrimental to Xing Baohua.

This will reduce his licensing fees with Motorola. In reality, Xing Baohua won't receive this money in the short term. The previous agreement with Motorola stipulated that these licensing fees would be used to invest in the Starlink project.

Since he couldn't get the technology, Xing Baohua privately helped several domestic factories with their technology, which not only allowed him to make some money but also helped him get some motorcycles.

Once Starlink is implemented, it's a multi-billion dollar project, the kind of project that Motorola can't stop even if it wants to. With all the money tied up in this massive project, other research and development efforts will have to be scaled back.

The only pity is that it couldn't hold onto Nokia and Ericsson, the two Nordic manufacturers.

As Xing Baohua was leaving the venue and getting into her car, she glanced to her left inadvertently.

A middle-aged man was standing in front of the car, with a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl beside him, who was in the prime of her youth.

It was just a casual glance, and then a smile appeared on Xing Baohua's lips.

A short while later, two people came out of the venue, quickly walked up to a man and a woman, bowed and handed the little girl the things they were carrying.

The little girl immediately beamed with joy and happily hugged the things to her chest.

As they were getting ready to board the bus, Xing Baohua suddenly called out to them, "Excuse me!"

The man turned around first to look at Xing Baohua, and the people around him quickly blocked him behind them.

Xing Baohua's men quickly followed, forming a semi-encirclement around him.

Both sides' guards went on high alert.

Xing Baohua waved to his men, signaling them to lower their guard.

He walked over.

"President Li, is it convenient for us to talk?" Xing Baohua said to the man protected by bodyguards.

The middle-aged man's square face hadn't changed much over the decades. He looked the same when he was young, and he looked the same now that he's old.

Lee Kun-hee, the future leader of the Samsung Group.

He's now the head of Samsung Semiconductor, but Xing Baohua was quite surprised to see him here.

Lee Kun-hee took a step forward, but did not leave the protection of his bodyguards, after all, this was the Great America, a very chaotic place.

"Who are you?" Lee Kun-hee looked at the young man in front of him with a questioning gaze, but after sizing him up, he still couldn't recognize him.

"I am Xing Baohua, the president of Dami Technology," Xing Baohua introduced himself.

The little girl next to Lee Kun-hee opened her mouth wide, then looked at the gift in her hand, and then at Xing Baohua, revealing an admiring gaze.

Lee Kun-hee laughed heartily and extended his hand to Xing Baohua politely, saying, "I have long admired your name."

"President Li, do you have some time? How about we grab a coffee or tea and chat?" Xing Baohua suggested, seizing the opportunity.

Lee Kun-hee is having a tough time right now. He took over Samsung Semiconductor and set his sights on memory chips, so he started a project.

After overcoming numerous difficulties and investing heavily, they finally developed memory chip components. However, they were then ganged up on by the Japanese and Americans. Normally, 64k RAM could sell for over $4. But thanks to the combined efforts of the Japanese and Americans, they managed to drive the price down to around 30 cents.

Samsung Semiconductor loses one dollar for every memory chip it produces. Even so, it grits its teeth and continues shipping.

Unfortunately, whether it was the Japanese or the Americans, even with Samsung memory included, Xing Baohua couldn't buy it for 50 cents.

The goods Samsung sold have already been collected and stockpiled by others?

There's simply no product on the market priced below three yuan. Isn't that infuriating?

Now that I've met the third son of Samsung, the future leader, I have to try and get on his good side.

Lee Kun-hee agreed to chat with Xing Baohua and they casually found a coffee shop nearby.

After sitting down, Xing Baohua saw the little girl quickly unpack the small gift in her hand; it was a dm-x ultra-thin portable music player.

Judging from her age, the little girl is likely Lee Boo-jin, later known as the eldest princess of Samsung.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know the little princess liked this. I'll give her a limited edition one next time we meet," Xing Baohua said to Li Jianxi after glancing at the eldest princess.

Lee Kun-hee smiled and said, "They're really beautiful! I like them too. Your company's products are more exquisite than those of the Japanese."

"Thank you." After saying that, Xing Baohua stopped being polite and asked his secretary to bring him his bag. He took out a few photos from the bag and placed them in front of Li Jianxi.

The little princess turned her head to look at the photo, her eyes widening at first glance. She pointed to the pure white computer case and said, "Dad, I want this computer."

Lee Kun-hee ignored the eldest princess and looked at Xing Baohua, waiting for his next move.

Xing Baohua smiled and said to the eldest princess, "I'll have someone send it to you later, it'll be a limited edition, top-of-the-line model."

At this moment, Lee Kun-hee turned to the eldest princess and said, "Boo Jin, I'm a little rude."

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