Chapter 263 Firefly Project
Mona Lisa recently met an annoying guy who was in his forties, bald, liked to wear branded clothes, often looked around with lustful eyes, but pretended to be a gentleman.
You can tell at a glance that this kind of person is an executive or boss of a company. They are proud of their status and disdain to use vulgar tactics.
However, the dancers are good at dealing with this kind of people. They are experienced and good at playing with people's hearts.
For example, these social elites would chat up the dancers before leaving Sapphire and ask her if she was free after get off work.
She smiled and told him to come back tomorrow, and he went to Sapphire again the next night and sat there staring at her.
She also remembered him and smiled at him occasionally. He let the waiters give him tips and spent a lot of money on her.
She seemed to dance even harder, twisting her hips toward him. He stayed until the Sapphire closed and asked for her number.
She refused and asked him to come back the next day, saying she would wait for him. So he went to Sapphire every day and the tips he gave were getting bigger and bigger.
Finally one day, when he had almost given up hope, she quickly slipped a piece of paper into his hand. On it was written her name, which he had longed for, and her phone number.
Look, with just a few tricks, you can make those wealthy bosses run around in circles.
The dancers were not without their favorites, and wealthy young men in their twenties and thirties were often very popular. They were handsome, young, friendly, and wealthy, and no girl would dislike them.
However, they cannot make this feeling public and cannot show that they are loyal to only one customer.
The people who come to Sapphire are all important figures, and you have to satisfy their self-esteem.
But you can't be too intimate, otherwise he will take it for granted that "she is mine" and he will no longer cherish her.
Mona Lisa quickly mastered the key to survival at Sapphire, which was to make her guests fall in love with her and believe that she felt the same way.
When she sees a man splurge on Sapphire for the first time, she gives him her undivided attention and the most charming smile.
Mona Lisa's smile has a power of its own that can make you feel that you have not been so vulgar and unbearable as to be tainted by life.
This trick worked very well, and the annoying guy fell at her feet under her smile.
Once that person becomes her regular visitor, Mona Lisa will talk to him/her every day and slowly lead him to tell her his/her secrets.
Sometimes Mona Lisa would throw a tantrum and ask him to do this and that for her, like a spoiled child.
She even asked the guy not to whisper to anyone except her.
Mona Lisa will take care of her guests like a wife takes care of her husband, constantly sending them signals: I belong only to you, I belong only to you, I belong only to you.
It's very strange that those big figures who are good at calculating would be blinded at this time and immersed in this game of mutual consent.
They would automatically imagine that Mona Lisa loved him so much that she would be jealous even when he talked to other women.
When it comes to manipulating people's hearts, dancers are no worse than politicians.
They know exactly what to do to excite them and what to say to soften their hearts.
For example, now, Mona Lisa just complained to Dutt about being treated rudely by a guy last week, and he vowed to teach the other person a lesson.
No matter how powerful and indestructible a man may be outside, he will be powerless when facing a helpless girl.
This tactic is particularly effective for businessmen like Dutt, who are usually older, accustomed to commanding others, and powerful in Mumbai, and cannot refuse Mona Lisa's request for help.
"Don't worry, that kid can't escape. But something happens today, I have to meet a friend first." Dutt said, sitting on the sofa and patting his chest.
"Brother, which friend are you going to meet today?" The petite Mona Lisa leaned against him.
"A rival in the same profession."
"enemy?"
"Yes, but he's not here to quarrel, but to discuss cooperation. He will be here soon, and he must give me face." Dutt smiled proudly.
"Wow, big brother, you are so capable."
"As I said, I have a lot of energy in Mumbai. Look, here he comes."
Chandani is about the same age as Dutt, wears glasses and looks more gentle.
"Chandani, come and sit." Dutt waved to him.
“This place is nice and lively.”
"This is the Mona Lisa, the one with the brightest sapphire."
"Hello." Chandani looked at her secretly, somewhat amazed by the charming smile of Mona Lisa.
“I told you, this place is definitely worth a visit.” Dutt put his arm behind the Mona Lisa chair, asserting his sovereignty.
"I heard it's run by a Brazilian?" Chandani smiled.
“Yaar, that’s why we can find so many beautiful foreign girls.”
"They dance really well, even hotter than Indian girls."
They were sitting in the booths of the VIP lounge, with a table in front of them and a small circular partition behind them.
Each booth is kept at a certain distance, privacy is guaranteed, and there is no need to worry about conversations being overheard by others.
"Do you want me to help you find a girl?" Dutt raised his eyebrows at him.
"Let's talk about business first. We can have fun later." Chandani waved his hand.
"Well, the matter of the Sur TV is indeed more pressing."
"Should we find a quieter place?" Chandani looked at Mona Lisa on the other side of the sofa.
"She's just a little girl who doesn't know anything," Dutt laughed. "Leave her alone."
"No, big brother, you guys chat, I'll go make you some drinks." Mona Lisa got up and left obediently.
She was observant and had a high emotional intelligence. Although the name "Soul" made her heart skip a beat, she resisted the urge to stay.
She knew how to play hard to get, and if she waited a little longer, when she was alone with Dutt, she would have countless ways to get the secret out of his mouth.
Dutt had long regarded Mona Lisa as his confidante. He treated her as his own family and trusted her unconditionally.
Dutt only turned his gaze back when Mona Lisa's back disappeared.
"In short, we can't let them expand any further. This month's sales are 50,000 units, who knows how many it will be next month?" He spread his hands.
"They don't seem to have any plans to make color TVs for the time being."
"Chandani, your idea is very dangerous." Dutt was a little unhappy. "Expansion is the instinct of capital. You and I both started from scratch and slowly got to where we are today."
"What are you going to do?"
"That guy has a lot of connections. Normal methods won't work, let alone violence. We can only use special business tactics."
Dutt is also a Brahmin, and a native Brahmin of Maharashtra. His family is powerful in Mumbai.
If Sur Electric was just a small company with no background and Ron had no connections, Dutt would have taken action long ago.
He has countless ways to destroy Sur Electric, including but not limited to bribing officials and directly shutting down Sur's factories.
You can also hire thugs or gangsters to directly kidnap the other party's boss.
Although these methods are crude, they are effective.
India's business wars have always been so simple and unpretentious.
The weak cannot survive in Mumbai. Those who can make it big are either thugs or prominent families with prominent connections.
Of course Dutt and his team investigated Ron. No, there was no need to investigate, as it had been reported countless times in the newspapers.
Everyone knows the famous Dr. Sur, he is a good man.
Well, this kind of people are usually easier to bully.
If it were in the past, even if Dutt did not use violence, he would have used despicable means to squeeze him out.
However, ever since the fire in the palace, the attitude of many people in Mumbai towards Sur has subtly changed.
There are rumors that the destruction of the palace has a lot to do with Sur, but most people don't believe it.
Dr. Sur is a good man, how can this be linked to him?
The palace was clearly destroyed by an accidental fire. Well, this is the official announcement.
But some powerful figures are very secretive when discussing this matter. They are unwilling to say more, and are not foolish enough to clarify anything.
Others didn't understand the situation, but they all had a vague sense of it. In short, Dr. Soul could no longer be considered a harmless, good person.
Dutt was also unaware of the details of the palace incident, but he knew how to read people's expressions.
That Sur is definitely not someone to be trifled with, and with the Chief Minister's support also in the Sur Park, it's even more difficult for ordinary people to do anything to him.
In this case, let’s solve the problem through commercial means.
It's normal business competition, and no one can say anything about it. The market won't favor you just because you're a good person.
As long as we act within the rules, everyone will accept the result.
"Now if we want to curb the sales of Sur TVs, we can only find a way through public opinion." This is the result of Dutt's careful consideration.
"Public opinion?" Chandani was a little surprised.
"Yes, their advertising is very successful, that's true. But precisely because it's well known, any stain will be magnified."
"Dutt," Chandani raised an eyebrow, "To be honest, you surprise me."
The masses are blindly obedient. They enjoy creating gods and are also keen on destroying gods.
When the wall falls, everyone pushes it down. This is exactly the mentality.
Although Soul TV is not a household name, it is at least well-known in South India.
If a product scandal were to be exposed at this time, I believe those reporters who hold magnifying glasses all day would be overjoyed.
"What do you think about the safety hazard angle?" Dutt said proudly.
"Tell me in detail." Chandani's eyes lit up.
"You can make up a name for it, like electromagnetic hypersensitivity. Watching a Sur TV for too long can cause fatal complications. Or maybe the radiation from a Sur TV exceeds the standard and can cause cancer."
"Will this work?" Chandani was a little skeptical.
"Man, how many smart people do you think we have in this country? Most of them are illiterate, and the rest are only half-baked. They don't understand these things at all, and they don't need to understand them.
As long as someone takes the lead, the rumor will soon spread on its own. We are just a small boost. Of course, this is not the real killer. "
"What else?" Chandani was really shocked.
This guy always looked so smiling, but I didn't expect that he had so many bad intentions.
Chandani was even somewhat relieved that Onida and Vieocon were also competitors, and he did not use these methods on himself.
"The real killer is to make the Sur TV explode, preferably in public. The picture tube, the screen, the power supply—these parts are all easy to tamper with."
“How to control it specifically?”
"It's easy. Just buy a few and we'll modify them."
"It sounds feasible."
"I call it Project Firefly!" Dutt chuckled.
Well, this inspiration came from the safety accident at the Vieocon factory.
The TV exploded after the worker connected the power supply incorrectly.
What a great inspiration! It was your own factory that was blown up, but you can blame it on others.
He had already begun to imagine the scene where Sur TV was condemned by thousands of people.
(End of this chapter)
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