Cheng Huimin was an absolute layman when it came to mobile phone processing and he had no idea what was going on.
"How much investment does it take to build such a factory?"
"Don't even count on investing in Xianggang. You can't even afford the labor. Going to northern China is too far. So, you can only invest in places closer to Xianggang, like Shenzhen and Dongguan. Investing in these places, including building a factory and bringing in equipment, would cost 20 million Hong Kong dollars."
Although 20 million is not a huge amount, it is enough to make Cheng Huimin look shocked.
"If it goes into production, how much money can I make?"
"You can earn fifty Chinese yuan for each mobile phone, and the annual production capacity is about 400,000 units. This means that this company can make a gross profit of 20 million Chinese yuan a year. After deducting about half of this for miscellaneous expenses such as labor, electricity, and tax losses, the rest is yours."
With an annual income of more than 10 million, he is definitely a big shot in Wanfeng's joint venture.
But in Cheng Huimin's eyes, it was just average. He could earn about the same amount by shooting more than a dozen movies a year.
"How much development potential does the mobile phone project have?"
"That's uncertain. Mobile phones are a very promising business. The future market could be measured in tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions, of units. But right now, they're still a new thing, so you have to be patient."
A market of tens of millions of units! This number was enough to shock Cheng Huimin.
Cheng Huimin began to think that if this market could really develop so big, it would be no problem for him to become a rich man.
The key is that he knows nothing about the mobile phone industry.
"Brother! I agree with you, but I know nothing about the mobile phone industry."
"That's easy! When I get back, if Brother Cheng is interested, why not come with me to the mainland? Just treat it as a trip. You can come and see my company and see for yourself. All mainland expenses will be on me."
"That's awesome! I also want to visit the northern part of the mainland. I heard I'm quite famous there, hahahaha."
The cooperation has taken another step forward.
At around 10:30 in the morning, Cheng Huimin took Wan Feng by taxi to a hotel somewhere in Xianggang.
After entering the hotel and going up to the third floor, Wan Feng was shocked when he entered an area.
Holy crap! There were actually a row of big men standing on both sides of the corridor in this area, all wearing black suits, wide-brimmed sunglasses, and shiny leather shoes, and they all had their hands behind their backs.
Wan Feng is so tired, as if he is afraid that people don’t know that you are the Black Shooting Society.
It was obvious that the two groups of people were not from the same group. The colors of their suits were different and the glasses they wore were also different.
When they arrived in front of a room, someone opened the door and Cheng Huimin said please to Wan Feng.
Wan Feng was polite for a moment, but at Cheng Huimin's insistence he had to stride into the room.
What was frustrating was that there were quite a few people in the room, but no one peed on him. But then Cheng Huimin entered the room and everyone in the room stood up, calling him Brother Min and Master Min.
Wan Feng was speechless. Damn it, didn’t you see that I came in first? Will you die if you respect me?
Just call me Grandpa, there’s nothing more to calling me Brother Feng.
This room is very large, estimated to be about 150 square meters.
Wan Feng was puzzled. What was the purpose of such a large room in a hotel? Could it be used for wrestling?
This is not surprising, the room is big and the table inside is also big.
There was a large table in the room. The table was very large, almost the same size as the table used for martial arts competitions in the movie Ip Man.
This was the first time Wan Feng had seen such a big table. It turned out that this was not a legend.
Is it really possible to fight by standing on the table? Could it be that the Hunan and Hong Kong gangs really dominate the world by standing on the table?
The table was divided into two groups, one on the east side and one on the west side.
Wan Feng obviously belonged to the eastern side because he was introduced to the east.
Usually, Wan Feng had only heard of Cheng Huimin or seen him in movies, but when he came here, he realized how impressive Cheng Huimin was.
A younger brother pulled out a chair, and Cheng Huimin stood next to the table. He sat down only after the younger brother who was pulling the chair pushed it further in.
As soon as he sat down, the expression on his face seemed like a different person, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.
How can a person who can name a street after himself come out into the world if he doesn’t have some evil spirit?
Wan Feng sat on the right side of Cheng Huimin. To Wan Feng's surprise, Cheng Huimin actually asked Han Guangjia to sit on his right side.
Han Guangjia sat down like a piece of wood with an expressionless face.
Cheng Huimin's face was a man in his forties with a crew cut and a scar on his chin. He looked a bit, how should I put it, funny? Comical? He certainly didn't look menacing at all.
He was very respectful to Cheng Huimin and waited until Cheng Huimin sat down before he sat down.
Opposite Wan Feng was Luo Lie, who was leaning one hand on the table, tilting his head and looking at Wan Feng with squinted eyes.
Wan Feng looked at Luo Lie calmly.
After all, he is an actor and yet he still pretends to be cool.
"Brother Min! What's the matter with you calling me here?"
"Xiao Shi, this is my partner in mainland China, Mr. Wan Feng."
Wan Feng nodded to the guy named Xiaoshi, but Xiaoshi didn't say anything.
"I called you here because of a little star under Mr. Wan. Mr. Wan and Lin Lairong, the daughter of Juchuang Group, co-founded a film company last year. Yuehui is a contracted artist under their company. The first film was well received, so they launched the second film this year. Yuehui has some connection with Mr. Luo Lie of your faction, so I called you here just for this matter."
The guy called Laughing Corpse was silent for a moment before he spoke: "Brother Min means..."
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