Chapter 14 No, you call this an electronics factory on the verge of bankruptcy?

The fire doors slid open heavily to both sides.

Lu Jingming didn't care how much trouble Shen Qingqiu was having walking in her high heels; he grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the changing room.

"Put on this anti-static suit, and make sure the shoe covers are on properly." He casually pulled down a blue lab coat and threw it over. "Those are the rules at our factory now; even if the King of Heaven himself came, he'd still have to enter the clean room dust-free."

Shen Qingqiu shook the wrinkled garment with disdain, but she still efficiently pulled it on over her professional attire.

"What's the point of all this fancy stuff?" she scoffed while buttoning it up.

"I've seen that pile of junk motherboards outside. It's a workshop-style assembly method. Even if you make a quick buck, your production capacity will never keep up with the consumption rate."

Lu Jingming didn't respond, simply placing his hand on the iris scanner on the wall.

With a hiss as the final air valve depressurized, the full view of the No. 1 Processing Zone was revealed.

Shen Qingqiu had prepared a bellyful of critical professional jargon, but she choked when she saw the scene before her.

There was no pungent rosin or black glue covering the floor, nor were there any greasy, shirtless men soldering wires.

Blinding incandescent lights shone down on the sterile assembly line that stretched for dozens of meters, where three bright silver semi-automatic robotic arms were methodically grabbing and die-casting components.

Li Jianguo, wearing thick-rimmed glasses and holding a stopwatch, was monitoring parameters at a terminal with several technicians.

The conveyor belt slid smoothly, and the motherboards, tightly sealed in epoxy resin, were lined up like an army on review.

Shen Qingqiu gasped, taking off her gold-rimmed glasses to wipe them vigorously, thinking she was hallucinating due to jet lag.

"Is… is this equipment you can buy in Donghai City? Where did you get a foreign-funded, fully automatic assembly line?"

Her voice was floating, and her high heels were nailed to the spot.

Lu Jingming walked forward with his hands in his pockets, casually patting the base of a robotic arm.

"Buy? The old veterans in Huaqiangbei couldn't afford this even if they sold their kidneys."

He pointed at the rough but powerful-looking gears. "This is a semi-automatic line that Old Li and his team welded together from second-hand placement machines, following my blueprints."

"Before, thirty skilled workers could barely crank out five hundred units a day."

Lu Jingming held up two fingers and waved them in the air.

"Now, with this line, we start at three thousand units a day, with a yield rate steadily above ninety-nine percent."

Shen Qingqiu had spent years on Wall Street reviewing reports for large heavy industrial companies; she was far too sensitive to these kinds of figures.

A daily output of three thousand units with streamlined processes meant a terrifying cash flow turnover rate.

How could this be a bankrupt scrap recycling station?

This was clearly an industrial behemoth lurking in Donghai City, ready to swallow the low-end market in one bite!

Walking to the middle of the assembly line, the corner of Shen Qingqiu's eye twitched violently.

She pointed at several workers wearing noise-canceling earmuffs, her finger beginning to tremble.

"What are they doing? Is that fine-tuning the motherboards before they leave the factory? Why did you give them hammers!"

Lu Jingming looked where she was pointing, his mouth curling into a brilliant grin.

Ahead was an explosion-proof glass room specifically enclosed with transparent soundproof panels.

Four burly quality control workers were holding neither multimeters nor microscopes.

Each of them held a three-pound claw hammer and was smashing the finished mobile phones that had just come off the conveyor belt.

"Clang! Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening, making even the anti-static mat on the floor tremble.

After smashing them, a person nearby expressionlessly picked up the phones and tossed them into a large iron bucket filled with murky water.

Using a long-handled ladle to stir them around a couple of times, they fished them out, shook off the water, turned them on to see the screen light up, and attached a qualified label.

Shen Qingqiu's worldview was violently impacted; she almost couldn't catch her breath.

"Lu Jingming! You call this quality control? This is a terrorist attack!"

"How can this be an attack, God of Wealth Shen?" Lu Jingming spread his hands, looking completely innocent.

"The selling point of our xinghai generation 1 is that it's bulletproof and can crack walnuts. This quality inspection process is called a factory stress test."

He casually grabbed a device from a nearby basket and tossed it to Shen Qingqiu.

"This is what I was talking about. This thing looks like a phone, but essentially, it's just a solid brick with communication functions."

Shen Qingqiu scrambled to catch the heavy black lump, feeling its cold, solid industrial texture.

High-profit pricing, a semi-automatic production line, and nearly brutal quality inspection standards.

With this mudslide-like combination of moves, how could those copycat factories in Huaqiangbei that rely on double-sided tape to stick batteries together possibly compete?

She let out a long breath, the contempt in her eyes completely vanishing.

"Fine, you win. I take back what I said in the office about you being a spendthrift."

Shen Qingqiu took off the slightly bulky anti-static suit and coolly tossed her long hair, which was coiled at the back of her head.

She walked straight to Old Li in her high heels, the aura of a top investment banking executive instantly radiating out.

"Engineer Li, right? I am the new CFO, Shen Qingqiu."

She extended her slender right hand, her voice crisp and decisive.

"From now on, the material approval channel for the R&D workshop will be opened separately. No need to go through tedious procedures anymore, and the budget is uncapped."

Old Li hurriedly rubbed his palms on his clothes, his face flushed with excitement.

"Oh! That's great! Thank you for approving the funds, President Shen!"

The technicians in the entire workshop erupted into thunderous cheers.

Those in tech had been suppressed for too long; now that they finally had a knowledgeable big financier in charge, they felt truly confident.

Lu Jingming leaned against the railing, watching the God of Wealth Shen quickly settle into her role, and curled his lips in satisfaction.

The logistical lifeline of Xinghai Electronics Factory had been forged into an impregnable fortress today.

Once the blueprints for the next-generation intelligent system were fully mastered, it would be time to completely flip the table on the entire tech circle.

Just as everyone's morale was high and they were looking forward to distributing bonuses, the workshop door was slammed open.

With a loud "bang," an unsuspecting Shen Qingqiu was startled.

Niu Dazhuang scrambled in, running so fast that one of his work shoes flew off into the corner.

"Uncle Dazhuang, are you practicing the Wind Fire Wheels in broad daylight?" Lu Jingming unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it to him.

Niu Dazhuang waved his hands frantically, gasping for air, not even bothering to take the water.

His bronze-colored face was deathly pale, and even his lips were trembling.

"Young Master! Something big has happened! Our offline channels have been completely wiped out!"

"All thirty-plus distributors in Donghai City just called our customer service center en masse."

"They said they want to forcibly delist xinghai generation 1 and are demanding we refund the payment for the goods immediately!"

Lu Jingming's hand, holding the water bottle, froze in mid-air, his brows knitting slightly.

"Forcibly delist? Didn't I just smash the stalls of those retail brats in Huaqiangbei? How do they have the power to do this?"

Shen Qingqiu also leaned in, her eyes as sharp as knives.

Niu Dazhuang wiped the sweat from his face, his eyes red with anxiety, his voice filled with a desperate, crying tone.

"It's not those thugs from Huaqiangbei! It's Fatty Xu, the boss of Bolang Mobile, who gave the order himself!"

"Wave is an established giant that holds thirty percent of the domestic market share! They've issued a kill order!"

Dazhuang was so anxious he was hopping on one foot, grabbing Lu Jingming's arm.

"Fatty Xu said that if anyone dares to sell our goods in their stores, Wave will immediately cut off their supply!"