Rebirth: Let's Talk About 1984

According to reports, this story begins at an entirely unscientific moment: Zhou Ziye, a designer who rose from creating counterfeit mobile phones, suddenly time-traveled back to the year 1984.

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The second meeting with Toyota was very short.

Despite both sides having prepared numerous preliminary plans, they were largely unused.

At the meeting, Xing Baohua raised two points: the chassis technology of the Crown and the engine technology of 3.0 and above.

You're asking if Toyota is selling?

Yes or No?

Should we sell? Let's continue discussing the price.

If they weren't going to sell, they turned back home, not wanting to waste any more time arguing with Toyota.

Although Toyota wants to sell the complete technology, there are significant discrepancies between the chassis technology and the engine.

After a brief discussion, they decided to sell anyway and negotiate a higher price.

Toyota tripled the original price; the chassis technology was originally priced at $80 million. Now it's approaching $250 million.

Xing Baohua brandished his knife and said, "Thirty million!"

Toyota's team was stunned for a long time, no one spoke, and they all stared blankly at Xing Baohua.

Bargaining is perfectly normal, but you can't cut prices like this. Less than a tenth of the original offer?

Who could stand that?

With a dark expression, Eiji Toyoda said, "Mr. Xing, this is a business meeting, not a joke. If you really want to buy, then show some sincerity."

"I think 30 million is a very sincere price; whether you accept it or not is up to you," Xing Baohua said proudly.

"I'm sorry, the price difference is too large, we cannot accept it. If Mr. Xing's attitude is like this, then there's no point in this meeting." With that, Eiji Toyoda stood up, ready to leave.

Actually, when he stood up to leave, he made a slow movement, hoping that Xing Baohua would call him back and raise the price so that there would be room for negotiation.

As a result, Xing Baohua watched as the other party's group of more than a dozen people walked out of the conference hall.

"It seems you've really angered Toyota. How can we negotiate now?" Wei Laisong said to Xing Baohua after all the Toyota people had left.

"I feel like talking to them is a waste of time, really. Ever since they said they wanted to sell the Crown model, I haven't believed they would sell it, let alone the chassis."

The chassis! 250 million? That's a really high price! And that doesn't even include the production line, supporting facilities, and related services. How much would the engine cost?

"Do you think we're all fools? Let's not talk about it anymore! Let's go back." Xing Baohua said, standing up and walking back.

"Are you going to Hong Kong or coming home with me?" Wei Laisong asked as he caught up.

"Back to Hong Kong, the people from the desert country are coming soon. I need to prepare in advance and serve them," Xing Baohua said.

"Alright! You need to keep an eye on things with the team! Do as you said, bring back the advanced training equipment and supplies, and let's focus on the second and third generation teams," Wei Laisong said to Xing Baohua, not forgetting to give him a word of advice.

"Get me a B-League qualification first!" Xing Baohua said, then went back to his room to pack his luggage.

I didn't have much stuff; I just packed a little, put it in my suitcase, and that was it.

At this moment, Fa Zi was standing at the door with a backpack on her back.

Xing Baohua walked over, kissed her forehead, and said, "Thank you for spending these past few days with me. Take this song and find a place to release it. It'll help you earn more money. I'll request your song again if I have the chance."

After saying that, he pulled his suitcase and went to meet up with the guards. He headed straight for the airport, where he could catch a flight that evening.

Fa Zi clutched the lyrics in her hand, tears streaming down her face.

It wasn't the sadness of parting, but rather a feeling of joy, as if saying: "That damn bastard, he's finally gone."

Earning this little bit of money from him is really too hard.

The thought of Xing Baohua saying he would ask her to perform again next time made her heart tremble a little.

I quickly grabbed my backpack and ran to the elevator, tearing up the lyrics Xing Baohua had given me and throwing them in the trash.

After finishing her mission of accompanying others, Fa Zi received a generous reward and decided to travel for a while to give herself a break. No one knew how hard she worked.

Two days later, his agent contacted her by phone and arranged to meet at a coffee shop.

Payment of the final installment and arrangements for joining the film crew, etc.

The agent was pretty good; he arranged a small role for Fa Zi in a film crew, which can be considered her debut work.

Of course, the agent also asked about the satisfaction level of the client accompanying them.

"He said he'll still choose you next time? Wow! Now that you've debuted, you're a star. The bigger your fame, the higher your price. Next time, the price will go up," the agent said with a smile.

But what he said next angered the agent.

The reason was that Xing Baohua said he would give her a song, but after reading it, she felt it wasn't very good, so she tore it up and threw it away.

"Did he write it himself or buy it?" the agent asked, his voice trembling.

Others might not know the identity of Xing Baohua's other powerful figure, but his agent certainly does!

Despite his guise as a business tycoon, he's also a master at promoting people! Look at Zou Wenjuan from China and Andy Lau from Hong Kong; they're both top billboard models in America and have even won several Grammy Awards.

Giving Fa Zi a song—what does that mean? It means they want her to become famous!

"Yes, I saw his name on it. The big boss doesn't buy songs, but just writes them for me randomly. Does he think I'm a kid who's easy to fool?"

"Baka!!" the manager roared at Fa Zi.

This is infuriating! If it were someone else's, I wouldn't bother tearing it up. Only something written by Xing Baohua himself is valuable! This silly child doesn't appreciate its value!

Startled by her manager's sudden shout, Fa Zi stared blankly at her manager.

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