Chapter 15 Wave Mobile is in a panic, completely blocking offline channels.

Time rewinds three hours.

In the center of Donghai City, at the headquarters of Bolang Mobile.

In the luxurious conference room where the air conditioning was set to the lowest, over a dozen tier-one regional agents were hunching their necks.

They were like frost-bitten eggplants, each lowering their heads, staring fixedly at the armrests of their leather seats.

"Bang!"

Fatty Xu, the head of Bolang Mobile, slammed his hand onto the mahogany conference table.

The purple clay teacup on the table jumped violently, and scalding tea splashed all over the floor.

"Rebellion! You bunch of ungrateful ingrates!"

Fatty Xu's face was shaking with excess flesh, and a few strands of hair had fallen from his slicked-back oily hairstyle.

He pointed at the noses of the channel merchants, his spit flying everywhere.

"I gave you the best store locations in the country, and the highest commission rebates."

"And you? You turn around and go sell those black iron lumps made by that bankrupt Young Master!"

A bald agent wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and carefully raised his head.

"Boss Xu, please calm down. It's really not that we're disloyal; it's just that the device sells too well."

He said with a bitter face, his voice getting quieter as he spoke.

"Ever since that live stream where a red brick was smashed became a hit, people have been blocking the counter every day, specifically asking for xinghai generation 1."

"Our new flip phones from Wave are almost gathering dust in the warehouse."

This simple truth was like a red-hot iron rod, accurately piercing Fatty Xu's lungs.

He suddenly grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it hard at the bald man's feet, sending shattered glass everywhere.

"Bullshit! You call that selling well? That's malicious dumping!"

Fatty Xu tore open his shirt tie, his chest heaving violently with anger.

"Buying a bulletproof phone for 998? That kid Lu Jingming is selling at a loss just to build hype!"

"He won't last a few days before his capital chain breaks. Why are you all joining in the fun with him?"

The conference room was silent; no one dared to take up this topic.

Everyone wasn't stupid; they were in business to make money.

The wholesale price of xinghai generation 1 was 850, making over a hundred on each sale—only a fool wouldn't sell it.

Fatty Xu braced his hands on the table, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his triangular eyes.

He knew he absolutely could not let Lu Jingming's hooligan tactics disrupt the market.

"Alright, I'm too lazy to listen to you crying poverty here."

Fatty Xu straightened up, his tone suddenly becoming as cold as an ice cellar.

"I'll lay it out for you today: you can only choose one between Bolang Mobile and Xinghai Electronics Factory."

"Call your stores immediately and take all that junk from Xinghai off the shelves for me!"

The agents below looked at each other, suddenly anxious.

"Boss Xu, you can't do that! This is the peak time for sales..."

"Can't do it?" Fatty Xu sneered, interrupting the bald man.

He twirled the thick gold ring on his finger and threw out his trump card.

"Whoever dares to display a Xinghai device on their counter tomorrow..."

"From now on, they won't get a single charging cable supplied from Bolang!"

Once these words were out, all the channel merchants shut their mouths.

Bolang Mobile was an old giant that held 30% of the domestic market share.

Offending Xinghai meant, at worst, losing out on some quick cash.

If they were cut off by Bolang, these agents who relied on big factories to make a living would have to drink northwest wind.

"I'll give you five minutes to think about it."

Fatty Xu leaned back in his boss chair, took out a thick cigar, lit it, and leisurely blew a smoke ring.

"Those who choose Xinghai can get out of this door now."

Five minutes later, no one moved an inch.

Everyone obediently signed the joint statement of forced removal.

Looking at the thick stack of guarantees on the table, Fatty Xu finally grinned.

He snapped his fingers, and the female secretary next to him immediately brought over a bottle of chilled champagne.

With a "pop," the cork shot into the air, and golden liquid spilled over the rim of the glass.

Fatty Xu raised his glass, toasting in the direction of Huaqiangbei.

"Lu Jingming, oh Lu Jingming, what's the point of knowing how to create hype."

"Channels are king. Today, I'll teach you just how deep the water in this industry really is!"

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The scene cuts back to Xinghai Electronics Factory.

Inside the No. 1 abandoned workshop, the atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like it could wring out water.

Niu Dazhuang stood on one foot, anxious as an ant on a hot pan, spinning in circles.

"Over thirty agents! They all betrayed us!"

He waved the pipe wrench in his hand, wishing he could smash something.

"The customer service department's phones have been tied up; it's all those agents calling to return the goods!"

"They'd rather breach the contract and pay the shipping fees than keep our machines overnight!"

Old Li, hearing this, dropped his test pen onto the assembly line with a "clatter."

He pushed his thick-rimmed glasses, his face wrinkled into a ball.

"This is going to be the death of us."

Old Li pointed to the semi-automatic production line running at full speed behind him.

"We produce three thousand units a day, and there are five thousand units of ready stock that just came off the line yesterday sitting in the warehouse."

"If the offline sales channels are cut off, won't all this stock just go to waste!"

Shen Qingqiu stood by the iron table, her fair brows tightly locked together.

Although she had just returned to the country, she understood this deeply rooted domestic business model all too well.

"Bolang Mobile is using their volume advantage to carry out a dimensionality reduction strike against us."

Shen Qingqiu took off her gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed her sore brow.

"For consumer electronics, the most important things are offline experience and immediate delivery."

She looked at Lu Jingming, who was still leaning in his chair drinking water, her tone revealing a chill.

"Without counter displays, consumers can't touch the real device. Who would dare spend over nine hundred yuan on a brand they've never heard of?"

"Lu Jingming, we've been choked by Fatty Xu."

The technicians in the workshop all stopped working and looked at their boss with pleading eyes.

The morale that had just been ignited by the salary increase was instantly doused by this basin of cold water.

Everyone felt like the sky was falling.

But Lu Jingming tightened the cap of his mineral water bottle in a leisurely manner.

With a "bang," the bottle was placed steadily on the iron table.

He wasn't worried, nor was he cursing.

Not only was he not cursing, but a glimmer of undisguised excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Dazhuang, your memory isn't great."

Lu Jingming clasped his hands behind his head, rocking his chair back on two legs.

"Didn't I give instructions yesterday not to ship to those channel merchants?"

Niu Dazhuang was stunned and scratched the back of his head.

"Young Master, you did say that. But they were blocking the door with cash in hand demanding goods; I couldn't just push the God of Wealth away, could I?"

Lu Jingming chuckled and put the chair legs down heavily.

"God of Wealth? You call them the God of Wealth?"

He turned his head and looked at Shen Qingqiu, who was standing to the side.

"God of Wealth Shen, come calculate this for me."

Lu Jingming tapped his finger on the table.

"The terminal retail price of our xinghai generation 1 is 998. What is the wholesale price for those agents?"

Shen Qingqiu didn't even look at the ledger and blurted out.

"850 yuan."

"Exactly." Lu Jingming snapped his fingers.

"A price difference of 148 yuan per device."

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over the worried employees in the workshop.

"Old Li and the others have been working until their eyes are red, pouring resin and tightening screws here—they earn hard-earned money."

"But what about those agents? They don't have to do anything."

Lu Jingming's voice echoed in the workshop, revealing a piercing power that struck at the heart.

"As long as they put our goods on that crappy glass counter and move their lips."

"This 148 yuan easily goes into their pockets."

Shen Qingqiu frowned and retorted.

"This is normal; the business logic is like this. Channel merchants bear the risk of inventory, so they deserve to earn channel fees."

"To hell with business logic."

Lu Jingming waved his hand and cursed.

"That's the old rule. With me, it doesn't work."

He walked to the assembly line, picked up a freshly made black iron lump, and weighed it in his hand.

"I was originally having a headache about what excuse to use to kick these blood-sucking middlemen out, so I wouldn't get a bad reputation for kicking down the ladder."

"I didn't expect Fatty Xu to be so considerate and do it for me."

Lu Jingming turned around, looking at the completely bewildered crowd, a wild and arrogant smile curling on his lips.

"This isn't a blockade; this is a god-given opportunity."

"Fatty Xu thinks he has pinched my lifeline, but he has actually cut off Bolang Mobile's own retreat with his own hands."

Shen Qingqiu looked at his confident demeanor, becoming more confused the more she listened.

She took a step forward in her high heels, her eyes sharp.

"Lu Jingming, stop playing with definitions and comforting yourself."

"Kicking out the middlemen does increase your profit."

Shen Qingqiu pointed to the pile of finished product boxes stacked like a small mountain behind her, pressing him word by word.

"But without these bloodsuckers, can all this stock in your warehouse fly into the hands of customers through the internet cable?"

Lu Jingming snapped his fingers, the smile on his lips growing thicker.

"God of Wealth Shen, you actually guessed right this time. I do intend to let it fly through the internet cable!"