Chapter 265 One-way Transparency
Explosives? Kamal took another look at the balding businessman in front of him.
"Where are you going to blow up?" he asked.
"Blow up the TV."
"What?"
"By TV, I mean to make it explode with little sparks." Dutt explained carefully.
"I've never taken on this kind of business before," Kamal said, showing interest. "Tell me more about it."
Dutt told his plan. He knew that this could only be done by the gangsters and no one else was suitable.
"Are you talking about the Sur TV?" Kamal confirmed again.
"Yes, I've dismantled that TV set before. There's plenty of room for gunpowder."
"A TV from Soul Electric?"
"Yes, the one that everyone can afford."
"Ron Sur?" Kamal's face turned strange.
"What...what happened?" Dutt finally realized that something was wrong.
"Sorry, we don't do this business."
"Why?" Dutt asked subconsciously.
"The Daud Gang doesn't need a reason to do business or not." Kamal looked at him.
"Uh, I mean I can add money."
"Brother, you might as well seek help from someone else." Kamal sent the guest away directly.
Two large men approached, arms folded, and stared at Dutt. Under that stern gaze, he could only leave the call center in dismay.
Watching his leaving back, Kamal smiled and then picked up the phone.
Dutt got back into the car, panting and wiping the sweat off his face, with a puzzled look on his face.
He couldn't understand why the Daud Gang didn't take on this easy money-making business.
It's not like we're asking them to kidnap or extort, nor are we asking them to shoot from behind. How difficult is that?
They're still called Mumbai's biggest gang? Dutt wanted to spit.
It doesn't matter, in this city money can do anything. There are slums nearby, and those poor people will do anything for rupees.
However, this time Dutt is not going to look for herders. He still feels that Hindus are more reliable.
Sure enough, the men sent out found the candidate in just a few hours.
They were employees of a firecracker factory. They dealt with gunpowder every day and were very familiar with this kind of work.
Dutt gave them a few hundred rupees each and took care of everything at once, including modifying the TV and acting as a promoter.
These Biharis were all illiterate, and when they heard that they would be paid a few hundred rupees, they even stopped going to work.
Very good, Dutt needs this kind of reckless man.
After running around for a long time, he finally had time to sit down at Sapphire.
Dutt wanted to be alone with Mona Lisa after the Sapphire closed, every day.
As soon as he sat down, Mona Lisa came over slowly, taking advantage of the opportunity to rest.
"Let's go to Khandala for vacation this weekend?" he suggested impatiently.
Khandala is a mountainous area west of Mabang with beautiful scenery, famous for watching sunsets and waterfalls.
Perhaps he was about to do something big, and Dutt's adrenaline was rushing at the moment.
"No, no, I like you, but I'm not that kind of girl. I'm different from the others on the stage."
"How about next week? We can savor the fruits of victory together."
"What good news? You don't know how anxiously I waited for you just now," Mona Lisa sounded like she was about to cry, "You said you would come in the afternoon, but you didn't show up until dark. I was so worried!"
"Oh, I just went to meet a big boss." Dutt showed off.
"Can it be bigger than you?" Mona Lisa asked in a soft voice.
Dutt laughed, but still whispered a few words in her ear.
"Oh, that's too dangerous! Never do that again, okay? If you can't come tonight, you must call me in advance, otherwise I'll be staring at the door of the Sapphire all night, hoping you'll walk in at the next second. My dance partners noticed it and laughed at me: Oh my, where's your little lion cub?"
"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say." Dutler slipped up.
Mona Lisa flattered him, and under her guidance, Dutt almost remembered everything that happened in the afternoon.
She had become the goddess of his dreams, and he felt that the way she looked at him in Sapphire was different from the way she looked at others.
She performed for others simply to earn money, but when she turned to him and came to his table, it was obvious that she was dancing for him.
Dutt wanted to tell her exciting stories, often embellishing them to make himself look as impressive as possible.
He needed her approval, and that focused look was the best compliment.
He was looking forward to it, looking forward to seeing her naked one day.
This process should be savored slowly, just like savoring the fruits of impending victory.
"Erko Mall? Okay, I got it." Ron hung up the phone with a smile.
It was Luca calling again. He would report to him what Dutt had said at Sapphire the night before early the next morning.
The enemy was completely transparent to him and had no secrets at all.
It clearly states where Videocon is planning to cause trouble, who it has invited, and what subsequent tricks it will use.
It's like our radar has detected the enemy's deployment, but the enemy is completely unaware and is still making small moves in private.
It was a nice feeling to be able to see through things, and Ron liked it.
In fact, it wasn't just Sapphire. He also received a call from the Daud Gang yesterday afternoon.
What they did was not kidnapping or extortion, nor was it a threat or warning, but a tip-off.
Yes, Dutt went to ask for service, and Ron knew everything ten minutes later.
Kamal said this and hung up the phone without hinting at any benefit or favor.
Ron knew what he meant: the previous conflict was a misunderstanding, and everyone could live in harmony. Look, today's incident proved that the Daoud Gang would help you at a critical moment.
Well, it's just so magical, bars and street gangs have all become Ron's spies.
Alas, this business war is so boring. How can we lose when the dragon hits our face?
Ron wanted to call Mary; the Alcoa Mall was near their apartment.
But before he could dial the number, Xiaotian came again.
"Mr. Soul, are you planning to give up cooperation with NEC?"
"Why do you say that?" Ron pretended to be surprised.
"Two months have passed, and there is no sign of the production line starting work after it was commissioned."
"Oh, our people are rushing to inspect and accept it."
"That guy is a complete idiot!" Oda couldn't hold it in any longer.
It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned this matter, but as soon as he talked about acceptance, his emotions got out of control.
The NEC employee diligently explained all the details of the production line, and the genius inspector listened with a smile and nodding his head the whole time.
After the meeting, the NEC staff asked him if he had any questions, and he actually pointed at the English words on the acceptance form and asked how to read them.
"Your people don't know anything. It's a complete waste of time!"
"But we are studying hard. It is precisely because of our backwardness that India needs Japan's advanced technology."
"Mr. Soul, let's be frank." Oda was too lazy to waste any more time. "Can the joint venture continue to operate?"
"certainly."
"What are the conditions?"
"The import prices of core components are too high and unreasonable."
"so…"
"The price of color tubes has dropped to $120, and the circuit boards to $25."
"Impossible!" Oda jumped up immediately, "This price can't even cover our processing costs."
The unit price Ron quoted was almost two-thirds lower than NEC's last quotation.
You don't bargain like this, it's even worse than cutting the price in half.
"Mr. Oda, NEC's offer is insincere. $400 is more than three times the international market price, which clearly violates market rules."
"Our prices are based on the Indian market, and they are very reasonable compared to similar imported color TVs. In addition, your country's tariffs are the root cause."
"We will handle the tariffs, but don't forget, we are a joint venture. Localized products and imported goods are two completely different concepts."
"Anyway, the price is too low."
The unit price of imported color tubes from international markets is around US$140, and US$120 is indeed a blow to NEC's main business.
After several rounds of back-and-forth, the two sides finally reached a consensus: the price of the color tube was reduced to $150 per unit, and the circuit board was $30.
It is slightly higher than the international price, but still cut by half compared to last time.
Oda finally accepted it, he had no choice but to accept it.
News came from Japan that JVC and India's Onida reached an agreement to export a complete set of production lines including color tubes.
Toshiba is also in talks with Videocon and may sign a contract soon.
With two competitors entering the market one after another, NEC is naturally anxious. If it continues to drag its feet, NEC will not even get a share of the profits.
Unfortunately, the super high profit of $400 was not obtained. Oda did not expect that Ron would just hold on like this since the last negotiation and was not in a hurry at all.
As the main investor who contributed both money and manpower, they actually gave up.
Seeing that there will be more and more competitors in the Indian market, Oda has no choice but to take the initiative to join in.
Well, it’s not like you can’t make any money from $150, it’s just a little less.
"Mr. Suer, since we have already reached an agreement, what about the balance of the equipment?"
"Oh, the joint venture's production line is about to start up, and we have to spend money everywhere. Wait a little longer, wait a little longer."
"In that case, let's talk about parts procurement. How many parts does Mr. Soul plan to order for the first batch?"
"Ten thousand sets, what do you think, Mr. Oda?"
"No problem, where's the money?"
"Um?"
"For $1.8 million, you have to pay a deposit. No, not a deposit, the full amount!"
"Mr. Oda, why do you have to do this? We are a joint venture." Ron sighed, the trust between people was gone just like that.
"It's rare that Mr. Suer still remembers that we are a joint venture payroll company," Xiaotian sneered inwardly, "But payment and delivery are the most basic transaction rules."
"The company hasn't sold a single product yet, and it's indeed a bit stretched financially, but I have a good proposal." Ron looked at him.
"What do you mean?" Oda was a little curious.
"You've seen how hot the Indian TV market is. We can start production at full capacity. We can then repay the balance of the equipment and the money for parts after we receive profits."
"What?" Oda was stunned. "You mean on credit?"
"It's very feasible, isn't it?" Ron smiled.
"That's impossible!"
"Don't worry, listen to me first. Soul Electric's reputation has been recognized in the TV market. We won't have trouble selling our color TVs. This is a perfect opportunity."
Oda was a little tempted. Even he had heard of the appeal of Sur Electric in the TV market.
With sales exceeding 100,000 units in two months, it is a huge hit in Japan.
"You can give it a try first. It's not uncommon for goods to be held in reserve for several months in international trade."
"We have to put that in the contract."
"no problem."
Oda was finally tempted, and he also thought that now was a good time to expand the market size.
Sur TV is selling so well that it would be a waste not to take advantage of this trend.
(End of this chapter)
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