Zhu Lidong now understood that Lu Feng not only wanted to crack down on foreign brands like Motorola and Nokia, but also to cultivate domestic users to use domestically produced mobile phones. As for Jia Feng, it seemed that he had already given up on him.
"What should the price be?"
"Six thousand!"
Du Guoying and Zhu Lidong fell silent upon hearing the price. If the network access fees of each province and the signal tower construction costs in the Jiangsu contract were added, Jiafeng's financial statements would look terrible by the end of this year.
Even before the end of the year, the board of directors may hold a new vote. If Lu Feng becomes an ordinary board member, it will mean that he will completely lose control of Jiafeng.
"We can't afford to lose too much," Zhu Lidong said in a low voice.
"That's settled then, no need to say anything more," Lu Feng said, stopping them.
Three days passed in a flash. Jiafeng's team took over the South African tungsten industry and quickly set about establishing a local tungsten association. As for Wall Street and Watanabe Shi, they didn't even think about what countermeasures Lu Feng might take. They were mostly focused on Jiaxun mobile phones, and some people had already begun to investigate where Jiafeng bought the communication chips from.
On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the streets were still filled with the festive atmosphere. Various New Year's greeting advertisements were playing on the television. Advertisements for Jiaxun mobile phones were being played on a loop on local TV stations in Guangzhou and Jiangsu. Some people at Jiafeng headquarters had already returned to work early, but the team responsible for mobile phones had not taken a holiday at all.
The changes within Jiafeng have been communicated to the board members. John is very dissatisfied with this major loss and called the other board members, demanding that Lu Feng respond to the lithography machine issue. John said on the phone that Lu Feng must resign to take responsibility, that the board cannot continue to be in chaos, and that the board should not be a place where Lu Feng alone has the final say.
Apart from Zhuang Yuntian expressing his support over the phone, the other shareholders remained silent.
For the Fung family, this Lunar New Year was exceptionally difficult. Mr. Fung had fallen into a coma and was even unable to visit in the ICU.
Feng Zhiyao sat in front of the glass door, watching longingly, while Zhenkun beside him remained silent.
“You heard what the doctor said earlier. There’s a chance he’ll wake up, but even if he does, he won’t last long—just a few months.” Zhenkun patted Feng Zhiyao on the shoulder and said, “The group is relatively stable internally. The biggest problem right now is with Jiafeng Group. Lu Feng secretly bought a lithography machine without the board’s knowledge, and it was seized by the U.S. Maritime Safety Administration. More than 200 million RMB just vanished like that. Schroeder is demanding that he resign.”
"Uncle Kun, do you think my eldest brother and second brother are even human beings?" Feng Zhiyao asked blankly, sitting there without listening to what Zhenkun was saying.
“They only care about money. Even now, they won’t come back to see him. It’s all because my dad favors me. My second brother called me and said he wouldn’t acknowledge the contents of the will, without even asking a single question about Dad.” Feng Zhiyao muttered to himself, head down, “Are there really people like that?”
“You’re half-siblings, so you shouldn’t have too many expectations. You should focus on the company; that’s the foundation for your future. No matter who it is, everyone is driven by self-interest.” Zhenkun looked at Mr. Feng in the hospital room and sighed, “The only person in this world who loves you without considering personal gain or loss is him.”
Looking at the dejected Feng Zhiyao, Zhenkun could tell that the young man was incapable of handling the current situation. If his two older brothers were tigers and wolves, then he was at best a sheep.
"How should we respond to the Jiafeng Group's situation?" Zhenkun asked.
Feng Zhiyao didn't say anything, but just rubbed his face with his hands, looking extremely dejected. He stretched out one hand and waved it off, casually saying that he should handle it.
On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, with the broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala, Jiaxun mobile phones, which had not yet been released, were already being talked about by many people. However, this was not more than 20 years later, when one could search for all kinds of information online. People were just asking each other what Jiaxun mobile phones were and why they made free calls.
Trendy consumers in Jiangsu and Guangzhou have noticed the sign displayed outside the Weipuda sales store. People who haven't lost all their money playing cards are going in to ask if it's really free to make calls. When they learn that it's free to call Jiaxun mobile phones, and that it's limited to two numbers, some people leave cursing.
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