Chapter 264 Full of loopholes
"Project Firefly? This guy is pretty bad." Ron raised his eyebrows while holding the phone.
"Yeah, he's going to put something on your TV and make a big splash."
"Simple and crude, maybe the effect is good." Ron chuckled.
"Very insidious, right? But in Sapphire, they have no secrets."
"Thank you, Luca, for helping me deliver a wreath to Mona Lisa."
"Oh! She'll thank you next time she comes." Luca laughed strangely.
"No thanks, I can't handle it myself."
"You need to try something new, man. Anyway, I'll keep an eye on the sapphire for you, just be careful."
"I'll treat you to a drink another day." Ron hung up the phone.
Tsk, aren’t our competitors moving too fast? Sur TV has only been on the market for two months.
It was half a year later when the water-cooling system was copied by the manufacturers, and the efficiency of the three manufacturers had improved significantly.
But honestly, that Dutt from Videocon is really a talent.
Ron suspected that his ancestors had squid blood and were his disciples from the same lineage.
One is stuffing explosives into a beeping machine, and the other is adding materials into a TV. The methods are surprisingly similar.
After all, this is our great India, even the business wars are so simple and unpretentious.
Hey, I'm going to put some gunpowder in your TV. Did you expect that?
Things like stealing official seals, watering money trees to death, climbing over walls to secretly take photos of competitors' products, and giving bad reviews to competitors are too low.
India is just playing with explosives without adding some sparks and lightning, which is totally unworthy of India's imagination.
Ron even felt that they were being too conservative, and that hiring gunmen to kill their colleagues was more in line with India's national conditions.
But this trick is still quite interesting, knowing how to start with public opinion.
If they succeed, regardless of the outcome, Sur Electric will definitely be affected.
It’s a pity that the plan was perfect, but the process was full of loopholes.
Ron heard every word of what Dutt and the others had planned last night this morning.
According to Luca, they would find someone to modify a batch of Sur TVs, and then pretend to be sales staff to demonstrate them in public areas such as shopping malls.
There was a large flow of people there, which easily attracted onlookers. When the time was right, they would detonate the problematic TV.
The fire doesn't need to be powerful, just burn. To complement the drama, they even invited reporters to interview them on the scene.
Just imagine, a brand new Sur TV suddenly exploded in full view of everyone, and there happened to be reporters on the scene to witness it all.
It's absolutely perfect, and just thinking about it makes me so excited that I can't sleep.
They even divided the work for this drama: Videocon was in charge of implementation, while Onida took over the subsequent media attacks.
Damn, are they so scared of my own Sur Electric Appliances that they want to join forces to deal with me?
India has a population of one billion, and according to market rules, it can accommodate at least four or five giants.
We have just reached the beginning. In this incremental market, is it necessary for everyone to fight to the death?
Ron picked up the report on the table and said, "Well, Soul TV sold 80,000 units in October, and the production capacity is still insufficient."
Well, this popularity is indeed a bit eye-catching.
Ron didn't know how big the market was for 14-inch black-and-white TVs.
But what is certain is that the sales of similar products from the other two companies are dismal.
Many customers who failed to buy the product would rather wait than pay twice as much and be cheated.
You have to compare before you buy something. It’s that simple.
And the longer the time drags on, the more beneficial it will be for Sur Electric.
Currently, four production lines are running at full capacity, the fifth and sixth are being debugged intensively, and the other two 18-inch lines are also being laid out.
In just half a year, Sur Electric's production capacity can be doubled again.
With such terrifying expansion capabilities, the other two competitors really don't have much time left.
They were afraid and terrified, so they took desperate measures.
Ron said he came at the right time and decided to teach these two troublemakers a lesson.
Whether it is a simple business war or a high-end business war, he accepts all of them.
Picking up the receiver, Ron immediately dialed Aggie's number.
He already knew in advance which shopping mall Dutt and his gang were planning to cause trouble in.
In this case, we will never give them the chance to attack.
Ron didn't intend to do anything out of the ordinary. Public opinion warfare is highly uncertain and can easily backfire.
The easiest way is to put out the flame directly. I have the advantage and I won’t panic.
Dutt was drunk last night, and the little devil Mona Lisa coaxed him into losing his sense of direction with just a few words.
I spent a lot of money on rewards, but there has been no substantial progress.
So the first thing he did when he woke up was to dial her number. After waiting for a while, no one answered.
Dutt continued to dial, and the more no one answered, the more he kept dialing.
What is Mona Lisa doing? Is there someone else there? Does she still belong to herself?
Dutt was distraught and had the urge to drive directly to Sapphire.
"Hello?" a sleepy voice mumbled.
"Mona Lisa, why are you answering the phone now?" Dutt asked bluntly.
"It's all your fault. You're so awesome. I was drunk last night."
"Oh, then you need to rest well."
And so they began to talk on the phone, and in this huge and desolate city, she became the person he could confide in.
She listened to his disagreements with his wife and his struggles with his parents. She understood that sometimes things didn't go well at work, and she worried that he wasn't eating well.
"Have you had lunch?" asked Mona Lisa.
"have eaten."
"What did you eat?"
"Some milk and some bread."
"Can that be called lunch? You're so careless and don't take care of yourself."
"Then I'll go over and you can cook for me, okay?" Dutt felt a little itchy.
"Not today. I'm not feeling well. Let's do it another day. I'll cook for you myself some other time."
I don't know why, but I just feel like we're so compatible. No one has ever understood me like you do. Will you come to Sapphire tonight? I'll be waiting for you."
"Come on, don't worry. I'll come to you after I finish my work this afternoon." Dutt replied with a pout.
He had been talking to her on the phone every day recently and going to Sapphire every night. He felt a special intimacy when he saw her on the stage.
There are so many people in Sapphire, so many people in this city, but she is the only one who knows his secret, the only one who cares whether he has eaten well.
He sat at the table, where the tips for her lay, and occasionally took a puff of his cigarette or a sip of his drink, but otherwise he watched her perform with rapt attention, watching her move her hips to the five-hundred-rupee music.
He kept handing the waitress five hundred rupees, and she kept dancing for him.
He imagined her lying beside him and whispering to him, and recalled that this afternoon she said that in order not to miss his call, she hurried out of the shower and didn't even have time to put on her clothes.
Oh no, there is still business to be done. Dutt came back to his senses reluctantly from his fantasy.
His Firefly Project had not yet been implemented, and this matter had to be done by professionals, so Dutt was not stupid enough to do it himself.
High-end business wars are all about planning and strategizing behind the scenes. Dutt considers himself a smart man, he just uses his brain.
It would be best if people from Videocon don’t show up, so that you can get away with it completely.
When it comes to doing this kind of thing, the gangs are the best at it.
Whether it's the name of installing gunpowder or the name of Sur Electric, ordinary people would probably run away in fear when they hear it.
Only those daring gangsters would not care about the halo of celebrity.
Well, it would be the Dawood Gang, who are the tax collectors of Bombay and dare to collect protection money from anyone.
After a little thought, Dutt had a candidate and he got up and went out.
Malpudhan district is known as the land of small Baba sheep. Hindus are almost extinct and this place has become the world of herders.
As a Brahmin, Dutt would never normally come here, but today was special, as he wanted to meet a gang leader.
The closer the car gets to its destination, the more diverse the street scene becomes, like patterns reflected from a colorful kaleidoscope.
The billboard stands beside the flyover leading to Churchgate railway station, with the contact details of "Anesthesiologist Dr Raja" printed on it.
On both sides of the main road are small clinics specializing in treating injuries. Adjacent to the clinic is a small hotel. Next to the hotel is a pharmacy. A storefront further ahead is rented to a stall selling grilled lamb skewers using coal briquettes. Next to the stall is a public telephone booth.
There are countless small workshops along the streets, manufacturing and selling various welding torches, belt buckles, textile machine parts, and hundreds of other trivial but necessary items that keep Mumbai's economy running.
It's supposed to be a main road, but it's been squeezed down to a narrow strip by the Bihari slums that have been constantly breaking down their walls and opening up shops. The back alleys of the slums are densely dotted with Qingzhen Temples, with an average of one in every lane.
Dutt found a sign that said "Knock and Go Service." He went inside and into the outer office, which was stuffy and hot.
This place was introduced to Dutt by a friend of his, who happened to know Kamal, the finance minister of the Dawood gang.
He wields immense financial power, and gangsters and their families rely on Kamal for support, especially after they are killed or arrested.
Therefore, even the top figures on the wanted list have to respect Kamal as "Big Brother".
The call-and-response service in front of him is a company responsible for suburban logistics, and it is also the most legitimate business among Kamal's businesses.
The company's introduction reads: Knock-and-response service, you knock and I respond.
Before you drag your tired body home from get off work, just make a phone call and we will deliver the meal you ordered from the designated restaurant to your table.
Just one phone call away, we'll deliver your TV to your home from our repair center, ensuring you can watch your favorite shows after your meal.
The suit you will wear the next day will be dry-cleaned and ironed before we deliver it to your home.
In addition, the call-back service also provides emergency assistance.
Here's another introduction: Got a mountain of debt? No worries! We're launching our professionally trained debt collectors, guaranteed to recover your money quickly. We're now accepting bookings from individuals, banks, and businesses.
Well, this is the business of the Dawood Gang that has most stood the test of justice.
Of course, the company was registered by someone else to provide a cover, but it was actually run by the Daud Gang.
Soon Kamal came down from upstairs. He had a slightly cunning face, was well-dressed, and spoke English very fluently.
He has both a bachelor's degree and an innate talent for business. He manages many white-world businesses for the Daud Gang and is directly involved in all underworld activities. He is well-known and respected in the underworld.
Many of the herders in Madanpur were once Kamal's men, serving him tea and water. Without his permission, they dared not sit down. Whenever he was in the room, they had to stand.
When Dutt met Kamal for the first time, he was a little nervous and didn't know whether to do Namaste or Salutation.
"Did Girish introduce you?" Kamal went straight to the point.
"Yes, we are good friends." Dutt shook his head.
"What do you want to send? Hemp, guns, dark chocolate, or people?"
"No, no, no, just a few bags of explosives." Dutt kept wiping his sweat.
"Huh?" Kamal was surprised.
(End of this chapter)
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