In the office of the head of the foreign affairs department in South Africa, a black man in his forties walked hurriedly towards the office, knocked on the door and said, "Flander, there's an urgent matter that needs your attention."
"Please come in!" A deep male voice came from inside the room.
The man pushed open the door. The office was nicely decorated, and behind the desk sat a Black man in his sixties. The man looked at the man who had just entered and asked, "What's the matter?"
"The US foreign affairs department called us, asking us to reject a Chinese company on the grounds that the company has infringed on the intellectual property rights of multiple countries!" The man placed the folder in his hand on the table and said, "They asked us to cooperate in seizing all of the company's documents and products and handing them over to them."
"NO NO NO!" Flander shook his head repeatedly and said in a deep voice, "If this company is really involved in infringing on the intellectual property rights of multiple countries, we will handle it ourselves. We don't need them to interfere!"
"However, the other party implied that if we do not cooperate, they may impose sanctions in the future, including but not limited to supporting, opposing, or vetoing us at important international conferences, or even conducting human rights investigations against us. We must value our international image!"
Flanders fell silent. This year, South Africa had just experienced a momentous event: Mandela stepped into the limelight, and his international influence reached an unprecedented level.
The United States has never been very friendly to them, and now that they're calling to ask them to do this, it could easily spark new conflicts.
“This matter needs to be reported, after all, it involves the United States.” Flander stood up and said, “I’ll go take a look.”
Although it only involves the supply of goods from a foreign company, at the national level, it is also an opportunity to engage with the United States. Historical opportunities often arise in this way: confrontation or reconciliation, leading to two completely different outcomes.
A day later, Flander spoke with the head of the U.S. Foreign Ministry to formally discuss the matter. They would take action regarding Jiafeng Electronics, but would not be subject to the U.S. side. This compromise was a concession, but it saved face.
Lu Feng has arrived in Gothenburg, Sweden. This country is definitely one of the most prosperous in the world, with abundant land, a small population, a developed economy, and green lawns everywhere, as well as classic European-style pointed-hat houses.
Besides various high-tech research institutes, the banking industry is the most well-known in China.
The Ruixin Laboratory is located in the suburbs of Gothenburg, covering an area of 30 acres. It is a building with floor-to-ceiling windows on a flat piece of land. There are no other buildings within a kilometer radius, so it looks somewhat lonely.
It was autumn there, the air was crisp and clear. Lu Feng, sitting in the back seat, looked at the scenery and sighed, saying to Liu Cheng beside him, "What a wonderful place!"
"Absolutely! This place is incredibly wealthy, even richer than the Americans. The key is their relaxed lifestyle. Numerous global R&D companies have established research institutes here. In microelectronics, Sweden is a leader." Liu Cheng exclaimed, "When will China be like this?!"
"It will happen!" Lu Feng looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him, which was similar to the landscape of Suzhou twenty or thirty years later.
Upon arriving at the destination and getting off the car, there were quite a few people standing at the entrance, mostly Chinese, with a small group of blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners, all looking at Lu Feng with great curiosity.
"Hello, Mr. Lu!" A man in his forties stepped forward and said politely, "I am the head of Ruixin Laboratory in China. My surname is Xia. Everyone is very excited to know that you are coming."
Excited?
Lu Feng was genuinely surprised. The foreigners looked at him like he was a monkey in a zoo. As he walked up and shook hands with each of them, they asked incredulously, "Are you the CEO of this company?"
Lu Feng told them in fluent English, "That's right, and I created this company myself."
Wow! That's so cool!
Compared to people in China, these engineers from abroad seemed more active, or to put it bluntly, less disciplined. Lu Feng politely greeted them as he walked inside.
Seven or eight senior professors came over and introduced what each of the laboratories did. Lu Feng didn't quite understand, but he asked them when they expected to have results.
Several people shook their heads, indicating they didn't know and could only do it for now. Moreover, these people were very undisciplined; one of them hadn't been to work for five days, and no one knew what he was doing.
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