It was a little past nine the next morning when Alberto Weirxiao leisurely called Mo Jingchun.
He had done his research; Mo Jingchun would definitely be at the company at this time and not in the lab.
Everything was just right.
"Ms. Xia, this is a little token of my appreciation."
At the entrance of the tech park, Alberto Weirxiao, who had just gotten out of his car, handed a small gift box to Xia Xiaomin under the watchful eyes of everyone.
For a moment, Xia Xiaomin looked at Alberto Weirxiao in surprise.
It was the first time anyone had tried to bribe her.
Think youâre smart, huh? But isnât this a bit too blatant?
Those huge cameras, did you really think they were just for show?
Come on, did you really think Zero was an artificial idiot?
Xia Xiaomin smiled politely, "No need, thank you, Mr. Alberto Weirxiao."
"No, no, no! I think Mr. Mo definitely wouldnât mind."
In the office, Mo Jingchun rubbed his nose.
This guy definitely knows psychology, or heâs brought a psychology scholar with him.
Otherwise, how could he have guessed what Mo was thinking?
In life, if you can get something for nothing, why not?
If you can, thatâs a skill in itself.
At the tech park entrance, their eyes met, and it was as if all the other sounds faded away.
At this moment, Xia Xiaomin raised an eyebrow and, under Alberto Weirxiaoâs astonished gaze, took the small gift box and put it into her pocket.
Noticing the earbud in Xia Xiaominâs left ear and glancing at the cameras pointing at the entrance, Alberto Weirxiao seemed deep in thought.
"Mr. Alberto Weirxiao, please come in."
In the monitoring room, Zhou Xing sipped wolfberry tea from his thermos like an old man enjoying a show.
The only pity was that there wasnât any sound; otherwise, a live broadcast would have been quite entertaining.
Seeing batches of international friends coming and going over the past two days, Zhou Xing felt very satisfied.
It showed that Xiaochunâs business was on the rise.
More than half an hour later, Mo Jingchun stood by the window watching Alberto Weirxiao leave, shaking his head.
"This guy is still as unique as ever."
Other agents come just to talk business.
But Alberto Weirxiao sat for half an hour, drank a few cups of tea, and merely chatted without mentioning intelligent bionic limbs.
"He doesnât show the same arrogance as the others."
"If he were an enemy, he would be a formidable one."
About this, Mo Jingchun had no doubt.
Ten minutes later, Xia Xiaomin returned, and Mo Jingchun went back to his desk to read.
"Boss, this is what Alberto Weirxiao gave."
Mo Jingchun glanced up indifferently:
"If itâs for you, then keep it."
"As long as thereâs no problem with it, thereâs no harm in accepting a freebie."
Xia Xiaomin twitched her mouth; the boss had said the same thing before, otherwise, she wouldnât have taken the gift.
Curious, Xia Xiaomin opened the small box in front of her boss.
Inside was a piece of jade.
Well, Xia Xiaomin was clueless and couldnât determine its value.
Mo Jingchun glanced at it and scoffed; he thought it might be something good, but it was just a piece of jade.
Zero even gave a value: thirty thousand and one.
Clearly stating it couldnât be worth any more.
Really? Just this?
"Keep it, or just sell it, itâll probably fetch around thirty thousand, but not in U.S. dollars."
Xia Xiaomin put the jade back in the box, planning to sell it after work.
Things given by outsiders might have issues.
Better to sell it and donate the money to children in the mountains.
Mo Jingchun told Xia Xiaomin, "Set up tomorrowâs meeting; since theyâre all here, itâs time to lay the cards on the table."
"Okay, boss."
Attention returned to his book, but Mo Jingchunâs mind was elsewhere.
The intelligent bionic limbs are destined to be like the leukemia wonder drug.
The leukemia drug can be mass-produced, but not the intelligent bionic limbs.
Each userâs needs are unique, without exception, requiring custom production.
This significantly limits the production of bionic limbs.
However, itâs unavoidable.
The factory can be expanded.
But Mo Jingchun would never build an intelligent production line abroad.
Foreign credit is notorious, after all.
Not sure how Su Wenyanâs doing in finding a suitable location for the factory.
In a few hotels, other agents laughed and shook their heads after learning that Alberto Weirxiao was sent out after half an hour.
Looks like even this smart guy hit a wall with Mo Jingchun.
The day flew by; Mo Jingchun dropped the little one off at kindergarten and headed straight for the office.
The meeting was at nine-thirty; the agents were expected around eight.
Fortunately, there was Xia Xiaomin to greet them; Mo Jingchun just needed to be on time for the meeting.
In the conference room, a dozen agents were chatting and laughing, not showing at all that they were competitors; they looked more like old friends reuniting.
In fact, given the chance, they wouldnât hesitate to stab each other in the back.
Business is a battlefield, and thatâs no lie.
Mo Jingchun entered with a smile.
"Hello everyone, long time no see."
A few minutes later, as he sat down, Mo Jingchun gradually put away his smile and got straight to the point:
"Everyone, we all have the same goal, and thatâs money."
"So, Iâll get right to it and skip the meaningless pleasantries."
Mo Jingchun glanced at Alberto Weirxiao and said:
"Firstly, let me be clear, I will not build the factory abroad; itâs not beneficial for me."
"I donât need to spell out why; I think you all know the reason."
"Moreover, as you know, the bionic limbs must be custom-made, they canât be mass-produced, leading to limited capacity and long production cycles."
"However, in less than half a year, capacity issues will be largely alleviated."
"The usual method applies if you want to cooperate; OK, we can sign contracts today. As for pricing, the usual rules apply: I only handle ex-factory prices."
The conference room was a bit quiet; several agents frowned.
Alberto Weirxiao raised his hand and asked, "Mr. Mo, I want to ask, how much is the regional agency fee this time, or will it be auctioned?"
Looking at Alberto Weirxiao, Mo Jingchun smiled and said:
"I was going to discuss this later, but since Mr. Alberto Weirxiao asked, Iâll address it now."
"This time, there will be no regional agency; whoever buys the most has the skill. Itâs all up to your own means."
All up to means, thatâs it. More frowns appeared.
This way, with competition, everyone stands to make less money.