Chen Ze took out some good cigarettes and distributed them to the two of them, then lit one for himself.
After taking a few puffs, he slowly exhaled rings of smoke, then glanced at Mao Hanxiong and said, "After listening to your story, I can tell that your company is in a very bad situation. Without innovation or technological breakthroughs, Tailing Electric Vehicles will swallow up all of your market share within a year at most."
"Sigh... I understand that too, which is why I'm so anxious to find investors everywhere. Mr. Chen, please invest a little, even if it's just 20 or 30 million, I'm willing to give you 30% of the shares," Mao Hanxiong pleaded.
Chen Ze shook his head. "Mr. Mao, it's not that I'm unwilling to invest in you, but your electric motorcycles really lack innovation. Even if I invest, the money will quickly go down the drain."
When Mao Hanxiong saw that Chen Ze was unwilling to invest in him, he felt anxious and irritable, wondering if the benefits he offered were not enough.
After a moment of inner struggle, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "President Chen, thirty-five million for forty percent of the shares."
Chen Ze shook his head again.
At this moment, Mao Hanxiong stood up, a forced smile on his face: "Excuse me, gentlemen, I need to go to the restroom."
After saying that, he walked dejectedly to the toilet and urinated.
Suddenly, his phone rang in his pocket. In his bad mood, the ringtone sounded incredibly jarring.
When he saw the caller ID displaying "Wife" in the contact name, he answered, "Hello, wife, is there something you need?"
On the other end of the phone, his wife's voice was trembling with tears: "Honey, the bank people are here again to collect the debt. They told me to ask you when you're going to pay it back. They're eating and drinking in our house now, and I'm so scared."
Mao Hanxiong comforted her, saying, "Don't be afraid, honey. Tell them I'll pay back that ten million soon. I've already found an investor."
"Okay, then come back quickly, I'm scared."
"I understand. I'll go back as soon as I've finished talking with the big boss."
After hanging up the phone, Mao Hanxiong felt a headache coming on. He hadn't repaid the ten million yuan he owed the bank for a year, and now the bank was coming to his house every few days.
As he walked out of the restroom and through the lobby, a familiar voice called out to him.
"Cousin, I can't seem to reach you lately, and you don't answer my calls."
"Cousin, I've been busy and didn't notice you called me."
"Alright, cousin, I don't want to hear your explanation. After careful consideration, I've decided to quit Jimmy Electric Motorcycles."
“Cousin, why did you quit? I can find a big investor right away, and we’ll be able to turn things around soon.”
My cousin waved his hand and said, "Cousin, I've heard you say that countless times in the past six months. I don't want to hear it anymore. These days, bank people are coming to my door every day to collect debts. I've had enough. You sign this withdrawal agreement, and Jimmy Electric Motorcycle will have nothing to do with me anymore."
Seeing that his cousin was determined to withdraw, he stopped trying to persuade him, just sighed, and then signed the agreement.
When his cousin Xu Sanle saw his older cousin finish signing the document, he instantly felt a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
"Cousin, I have to go now. I wish you success in finding an investor soon."
Having said that, he strode away.
Mao Hanxiong returned to the private room and made an unbelievable decision: "President Chen, I am willing to give up controlling stake in the company for 50 million yuan in exchange for 51% of Jimmy Electric Motorcycle shares, but I will retain control of the company."
Chen Ze's lips curled up slightly as he thought to himself: I've been waiting for you to say that. He stood up, extended his right hand, and smiled, "President Mao, it's a pleasure to cooperate with you."
"It's a pleasure to cooperate with you." Mao Hanxiong shook hands with him.
"Mr. Mao, before I inject funds into your company, I need to visit your factory to see what problems your electric motorcycles have. I will also help you solve some innovative ideas."
Mao Hanxiong raised his wrist to check the time: 4:15. "President Chen, let's set off now," he said urgently.
"OK,"
Mao Hanxiong went to the front desk to pay the bill.
Li Weihai patted him on the shoulder: "General Manager Mao, I have things to do at the factory, so I won't go."
"Old Li, thank you for introducing me to this sugar daddy."
Li Weihai smiled slightly: "We're all from the same hometown, just helping each other out. Maybe one day I'll need your help too."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Mao Hanxiong drove Chen Ze towards Jimmy Electric Motorcycle Factory.
Upon arriving at the factory, Mao Hanxiong led Chen Ze on a tour of the factory. He discovered that the output was poor, the quality was poor, and the design was poor.
Chen Ze arrived at the finished product area, stopped and looked at it for a while before speaking: "Mr. Mao, first of all, the design of this electric motorcycle is too ugly. It looks like a vehicle for the elderly. I would like to ask how many designers are in the factory?"
"Um... there's only one designer."
Chen Ze waved his hand and said, "Call the designer, the quality control supervisor, and the production supervisor over."
Soon, the production supervisor, the quality control supervisor, and a male designer in his thirties wearing glasses approached. The designer asked, "Mr. Mao, did you want to see me?"
Mao Hanxiong pointed at Chen Ze and said, "This is our new shareholder, Mr. Chen. He's the one who contacted you."
Chen Ze glanced at him, then pointed at the finished products: "Is this your design style? Honestly, is this style good-looking?"
The bespectacled man retorted, "It looks good, how can it not look good? I'm not blind."
Hearing his words, Chen Ze didn't know if this guy was doing it on purpose, had a problem with his eyes, or had a problem with his aesthetic sense. This design style was similar to the three-wheeled motorcycles that elderly people rode in later generations, yet he actually said it looked good.
Chen Ze's anger surged instantly, and he roared, "You're fired. Pack your things and get out of here."
The bespectacled man puffed out his chest and said disdainfully, "You're just a new shareholder, what gives you the right to fire me? Did my uncle agree to it?"
Chen Ze ignored him and instead looked at the two production supervisors, saying, "You two, look at the products you've produced. The paint on the exterior is all scratched up. Didn't you see? There's a scratch the length of a finger. And you put it in the finished product area."
Supervisor Yan Feng retorted, unconvinced, "What's the big deal about a tiny scratch?"
The quality control supervisor chimed in, "That's right, we've been producing and shipping like this for the past few years, why is it different now that you're here?"
Chen Ze said coldly, "Both of you have been fired as well."
Yan Feng sneered, "Who do you think you are? My brother-in-law hasn't said anything, what right do you have to fire me?"
"Shut up!" Mao Hanxiong roared.
Chen Ze was speechless. It seemed that all the employees in this factory were Mao Hanxiong's relatives. He looked at Mao Hanxiong and said coldly, "Mr. Mao, so you've brought all your relatives to work in the factory? Are all your aunts and uncles working here?"
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