Everyone in Guangdong Province knows that there is an electronics factory in Huadu in the north.
As long as you want, you can customize your own mobile phone brand and establish your own mobile phone company.
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on Monday.
Fu Song and Zhang Heye were waiting at the gate of Huaguang Electronics Factory.
Zhang Heye was a little unsure: "Boss Fu, do you think anyone would really come to customize a phone?"
You can't blame her for being worried, because just on Friday, the production line of Huaguang Electronics Factory started operation.
It only took three days to produce a large number of mobile phone parts.
If no one comes, there will inevitably be a backlog of products.
After refusing the fruit, Huaguang Electronics Factory had a hard time.
If there is another backlog, it will make the situation even worse.
Fu Song smiled and said, “Don’t worry, there will definitely be someone.
There are many smart people in this world, and as long as the other party has a little vision, they will not give up such an opportunity."
After saying that, he pointed forward and said, "Look, here it comes."
A Land Rover came roaring and stopped in front of Fu Song.
When he saw the person getting off the bus, Fu Song was stunned for a moment: "Why is it you?"
Because the person who came was none other than Tang Keke’s younger brother, Tang Bing!
Tang Bing chuckled and said, "Brother-in-law, you are not kind!
There was such a good money-making opportunity, but you didn't tell me, and I had to get the news myself."
Fu Song didn't answer him, but looked into the car: "Are you alone?"
"Don't look for her. My sister isn't here. She doesn't even know about your Huaguang Electronics Factory recruiting partners."
Fu Song asked: "So it was you who wanted to cooperate with me?"
"Why? No?
My sister and I are different. She is destined to inherit the Tang Group and her future life has been planned.
If I wanted to have my own business, I had to find another way.”
Fu Song looked at him suspiciously: "If you want to find another way out, then you shouldn't have much money, right?"
Fu Song meant that poor people should just live a life of idleness and wait for death. After all, running a mobile phone company requires little money.
Tang Bing nodded: "It's really not much money, only a few hundred million!"
Fu Song: "...Okay!"
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