Upon hearing that there was an opportunity to curry favor with the United States, Watanabe immediately perked up and said, "Your Excellency Minister, if you want to acquire shares in Jiafeng Electronics, I can make contact. Moreover, I have good personal relationships with many senior executives of companies on Wall Street."
The president of Motorola stared at Watanabe Shi, who had suddenly appeared, feeling somewhat dissatisfied, but it wasn't convenient to say anything in this situation.
"Is that so? Then I'll leave it to you."
As the gathering ended, Watanabe followed the president out. When they reached the car door, the president stopped, turned around, and looked at Watanabe, saying, "Watanabe-san, there's no need to be so eager to speak up on some matters. There's a famous saying: 'Silence is a lifelong lesson!'"
"Yes!" Watanabe Shi replied, bowing slightly.
“Since you’ve already agreed, then do it. But whether you do it well or not is another matter. The timing of completing a task is very important.” After saying that, he got into the car.
The car sped away, and Watanabe Shi stood in the cold wind, getting into the car without saying a word. He didn't care about anything else; once he got home, the first thing he did was contact Jiafeng Electronics headquarters.
Lu Feng was at his wit's end and could only try his luck by dialing Kelly's private number.
"Hello, who is this?" Kelly's tone on the other end of the phone was relaxed, and she sounded to be in a good mood.
"Hi, it's me, Lu Feng from Jiafeng Electronics." Lu Feng said into the phone, "How's Sister Kelly doing lately?"
When Kelly heard it was Lu Feng, she wasn't surprised at all. Hearing him call her "sister" affectionately, she smiled playfully and said, "So intimate? Aren't you afraid your phone will be tapped and you'll be labeled a spy?"
"Oh dear, you're exaggerating. We're such close friends, it's just a phone chat. Even if someone were listening in, it would only be considered a scandalous story at most." Lu Feng chuckled and said, "Well... what happened last time was my fault, sister. You're so understanding, please don't hold it against me."
"I'm not arguing with you. It's already 10 p.m. If you have something to say, just say it. If not, I'm hanging up. I need to rest," Kelly said, sounding slightly impatient.
"No, no, no, it's true that we need your help. Our business in Africa has run into trouble. Could you help us sort things out? We can pay a fine privately. As for which big shot ends up in the fine, I don't care. Don't worry, sister, you'll definitely get your share," Lu Feng said sincerely.
“This isn’t about money. Let me tell you this: the people who really want to get you aren’t us, but those in Silicon Valley and Wall Street. If you’re so keen on R&D, then hand over your production materials. We’ll absolutely keep your secrets. Moving your headquarters to New York will make financing much easier and won’t hinder your R&D. In fact, we’ll encourage you to do R&D,” Kelly said in a deep voice.
“We’re doing just fine here. Moving over there would mean building huge buildings and all that trouble. But I swear to God, my heart is absolutely set on America!” Lu Feng’s voice was unwavering.
"Hehehe!" Kelly chuckled, not wanting to play such childish games with him, and asked, "Whom do you serve?"
"Of course I'm serving myself!"
“We’ll support you whenever you serve us, that’s all, and don’t call again!” Kelly said before hanging up.
Lu Feng sat on the sofa, listening to the busy tone on the phone. His face was extremely ugly. He took a deep breath. He really had no other choice. The only thing he could think of now was to cut his losses and give up the African business.
Most people, faced with this situation, wouldn't even have the courage to cut off their own arm, and could only let the other party manipulate them.
The phone rang, and Lu Feng answered it, "Who is this?"
"Mr. Lu, it's me!" Wei Yandan's voice came from the phone. It must have been the middle of the night in China, and she hadn't gone to bed yet.
"What's wrong?"
"Watanabe wants to speak with you, saying it's related to African affairs."
“Take it. I’d like to hear what he has to say,” Lu Feng said in a deep voice.
Not long after hanging up, another call came in. Lu Feng answered the phone, and Watanabe Shi's voice came from the other end: "Lu Feng-kun, it's only been a short while since we spoke again after the Thailand market incident."
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