Samsung's heir is indeed arrogant. He has no shortage of money or market share, and most importantly, he looks down on you.
Xing Baohua's strength is still weak. If he had assets of several hundred billion, let's see who looks down on whom.
As Xing Baohua stood up, the Crown Prince suddenly said, "You talk too much nonsense. It's not good for young people to be so hot-tempered! Are you going to tell me your plan or not?"
"..." Xing Baohua looked at the Third Prince speechlessly.
This is incredibly awkward. You had such a distant expression, and with the tone of your voice just now, plus your continued refusal to supply goods, anyone would think there's no possibility of cooperation.
Why did you back down after saying something so harsh?
Xing Baohua sat back down, picked up his coffee, and gulped it down in one go.
He said, "Let's establish a new memory chip factory in China together. I won't make things difficult for you. I won't ask you to provide the latest equipment; just enough to meet the performance of our current R&D equipment will suffice. I'll take care of everything we produce, how about that?"
"Nothing much. Why not build a joint venture factory in Korea? You provide the money, I provide the technology. The patents belong to us, and the products belong to you." Lee Kun-hee still had that same expression, looking very infuriating. If it weren't for his status, Xing Baohua would have really wanted to punch him.
"How can you guarantee that my investment won't go down the drain? What if you don't deliver the goods after I develop the product?" Xing Baohua retorted arrogantly.
“The name Samsung is my guarantee.” Lee Kun-hee said, raising his chin slightly.
Xing Baohua stood up again and said, "Go back and study our country's economic development carefully, and see what output I need before you talk. I'll just tell you that building a factory in our country would be beneficial for Samsung."
Xing Baohua then took out his business card, placed it on the table, pushed it forward, and said, "If you want to supply me or cooperate with me, give me a call."
After saying that, Xing Baohua turned and left.
I thought I could get some benefits from Samsung, but it turns out Samsung is a tough nut to crack. They'd rather be suppressed by the Japanese and Americans than look down on others. What a jerk!
Samsung is a hidden but formidable competitor, and it will be a significant rival in the Chinese market in the future.
Xing Baohua got into the car and casually looked out the window, where he made eye contact with the eldest princess who had just come out.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, then the eldest princess quickly lowered her head and stopped looking at him, while Xing Baohua sighed slightly in his heart.
But they hadn't gone far when they heard a loud bang, and Xing Baohua quickly turned his head to look back.
Samsung's son's car was hit by a pickup truck. And that wasn't all; behind the pickup were two sedans, some with people inside, and others with several masked men getting out. They then fired several shots at Samsung's son's car.
No wonder it's Los Angeles! Its nickname is Sin City.
Most Hollywood material is readily available. It's a pity Xing Baohua doesn't have a camera; otherwise, he could record it first, edit it later, and sell it as a blockbuster.
After a few seconds of internal struggle, Xing Baohua said, "Turn around and provide support. Notify the brothers in the meeting to bring their weapons and go provide support."
The bodyguard in the car quickly turned the steering wheel and made a U-turn.
"Factory manager, lie down, I'll run you over," the driver suddenly said.
Xing Baohua pulled his secretary on the right directly to the space between the seats and said, "Lie down properly."
After saying that, Xing Baohua also lay down, her body so large that it seemed as if she was being squeezed.
The bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat took out a small gadget, cocked it, and then used his cell phone to make a call for help.
Behind Xing Baohua was another bodyguard vehicle, which, having also received the notification, quickly rushed to Xing Baohua's side to charge forward.
The bodyguards on the Third Prince's side were like paper tigers; they were riddled with bullets the moment they climbed out of the car.
There were only five or six people, and three of them disappeared in an instant?
There were two other people protecting the Third Prince and the Eldest Princess.
The gadgets they had were, after all, weak in firepower and unable to retaliate effectively.
The enemy consisted of large vehicles in assault mode, with relentless and fierce firepower.
Xing Baohua's convoy joined the fray, catching the attackers off guard. They opened fire at close range.
The windows of the car Xing Baohua was sitting in were all shattered, but luckily he lay low. The bullet seemed to whiz past his back.
Xing Baohua's bodyguards were all men who had come down from killing monkeys in the south; they were the kind of people who would go crazy at the sight of blood.
Don't underestimate its firepower; when it comes to charging into battle, it dares to claim second to none in the world.
During running, they all make a sound.
When they were charging up the mountain, they were very accurate, let alone when they were returning fire from inside a stable vehicle.
When the driver was being attacked, he was bitten on the arm, but he immediately retaliated without even flinching.
The bodyguard in the passenger seat simply stuck his head out, without even aiming, and casually raised his hand, firing a shot.
The enemy went silent. The two men each fired a dozen or so shots without missing their mark, taking down the entire vehicleload of attackers.
"Hold on tight, we're going to crash!" the driver shouted.
Xing Baohua's Mercedes-Benz W14 was of decent quality; it crashed directly into the last attacker's car. Only the front was dented and a corner of the hood was pried up.
The car was still drivable. After overturning the attacker's car, the bodyguard in the passenger seat finished changing his magazine, and while the car was moving slowly, he opened the door and rolled out.
Every person who emerged from the overturned vehicle was hit by a bang.
The other three bodyguards who were maintaining order at the signing event quickly ran over.
The pickup truck that overturned the Third Prince quickly reversed and drove away when it realized the situation was bad.
Xing Baohua's bodyguards quickly retaliated, shooting at the tires and the area around the fuel tank cap. The sound was like firecrackers going off.
Then, with a loud bang, the pickup truck turned into a fireball.
After the loud noise, Xing Baohua looked up and saw that he was covered in shards of glass.
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