"I haven't looked into that," Lu Feng said frankly.
"Motorola has over a million employees worldwide, more than 300 factories in 26 countries and regions, and a research and development team of 100,000 people. It's the inventor of the mobile phone and a major participant in the global communication standard GS/M." Fukuda stared at Lu Feng with disdain and said, "Now you know? A small fry like Jiafeng Electronics isn't even worth their attention."
Cai Tianlun couldn't help but shake his head and say, "Ignorance is bliss. I've long heard that President Lu's ways of making money are quite unique, and seeing it today confirms it."
“Since you don’t believe me, let’s make a bet. If Jiaxun’s pager outsells Motorola after it’s launched, we can try to cooperate on research and development. What do you say?” Lu Feng continued to the three of them.
Fukuda grumbled. He had never thought much of Lu Feng. He thought that such a small company was not worthy of sitting and eating with them. It was only because Cai Tianlun insisted on inviting him over.
For the three of them, it wasn't a matter of whether or not to gamble, but rather that they showed absolutely no interest in something that was impossible to happen.
“President Lu, don’t assume that just because you’re sitting here, we’re all in the same boat. Many of the companies here have a history of over a hundred years, which can’t be caught up with in a short time. Of course, I also hope that President Lu will put more effort into the market.” Cai Tianlun looked at Lu Feng and said rather subtly, “When Motorola retires, even a little bit of the future incremental market will be enough for Jiafeng Electronics to thrive. Don’t you agree?”
Everyone present was a respectable person, so their words were tantamount to swearing. Lu Feng's expression was not good, and he said, "Then why did you call me here? Do you need someone to have dinner with?"
The Panasonic representative said, "Isn't this also giving you a chance to get to know us?"
"Heh...hehe, I like that line. I've said it to others before. It's arrogant enough, and you guys have the right to be arrogant. I didn't come here for you guys, I came for Elmi." Lu Feng looked at Elmi beside him and said, "I was really busy today and didn't want to come, but I heard you were here, so I rushed over."
Elmi smiled somewhat awkwardly. She was just a young person, with the least experience in both the company behind her and in her own career, so she didn't say much all night.
"Thank you for your kind offer, Mr. Lu."
"You're welcome, give me your hand!" Lu Feng placed his hand on the table, gesturing for Elmi to place her hand in his.
The atmosphere at the scene started to get tense. Several older men were staring at Lu Feng with eyes that were practically spitting fire. It was clear that they were genuinely angry. Elmi's face turned red, and she seemed somewhat at a loss.
Kevin nudged Lu Feng quietly, reminding him that it was about time; he could say a few harsh words and make a fuss, but not to make things too awkward.
Elmi stiffly placed her hand in Lu Feng's hand. Lu Feng held her small hand and said to the three of them, "Let me tell you this, Jiafeng Electronics and Nokia can sweep the global mobile phone industry, do you believe me?"
The audience burst into laughter. Lu Feng had given them a solid joke: a small, unknown company and an old enterprise on the verge of bankruptcy.
Elmi withdrew his hand and said, "For Nokia, the most important thing now is to face the predicament, get out of the bankruptcy crisis, and explore new markets."
"I just want to know, how much is a Nokia worth now?" Lu Feng turned to look at Elmi, as if he wanted to buy a Nokia.
"A few billion!"
"Over a billion?" Lu Feng was excited. If it really was over a billion, he would sell everything he owned to buy it.
Almy sensed that he might have misunderstood, and quickly added, "US dollars!"
These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Lu Feng's head, extinguishing most of the anger in his heart. However, the price was still very reasonable, and Lu Feng even thought to himself whether he should make a trip to Hong Kong to ask the old man for some money.
But if I do a rough calculation in my head, it's already over 10 billion, and even Mr. Feng might not be able to come up with that amount of money.
Fukuda snorted. He could see that this young man had no real ability, but he had a lot of ideas. He relied on his imagination all day long. Did he really think the earth revolved around him?
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