Chapter 192 Hong Kong Night Talk

Facing the questioning, Lin Xi just calmly sipped his tea: "Intelligence is also a part of strength."

He didn't intend to explain and switched the topic directly: "General Manager Xie, for this trip to Hanover, Red Star Technology not only wants to participate in the exhibition, but also wants to expand its footprint."

"I hope to entrust the exclusive logistics and financial settlement agency rights for all Red Star product lines in Europe, and even globally, entirely to Huajun."

Xie Wendong's fingers paused on the desktop.

His breathing became noticeably faster.

As a veteran in foreign trade, he knew exactly what this meant.

Red Star now held not just fans, but the newly formed machine tool alliance.

Once this massive volume of cargo and capital flow started running...

The handling fees and exchange rate spreads alone would be an astonishing profit.

Not to mention the boost this would provide to Huajun's business network in Europe.

"Manager Lin, this is quite a big gift."

Xie Wendong put away his smile and said solemnly,

"Although Huajun is a national window."

"But in business, we talk business. What do you need us to provide?"

"We need efficiency, and we also need cover."

Lin Xi held up two fingers,

"Red Star is only responsible for manufacturing things and selling technology."

"As for how to transport the goods into those countries that have blocked China,"

"And how to safely settle the money back,"

"This is Huajun's strength."

"Deal!"

Xie Wendong made the decision on the spot, then picked up the phone,

"Let Zhao Gang come in."

A moment later, a young man in his early thirties pushed the door open.

He was lean and had sharp eyes.

He didn't look like someone who sat in an office, but rather like a frontline combat commander.

"Let me introduce him, Zhao Gang."

Xie Wendong pointed at the young man,

"He studied abroad in Germany and is proficient in German and English."

"He spent two years in Germany and is our ace for machine tool business at Huajun."

"This time in Hanover, he will accompany you throughout the trip and provide support."

Lin Xi stood up to shake hands with Zhao Gang.

His palm was dry and strong, with calluses on the web of his hand.

"Engineer Zhao, nice to meet you."

Lin Xi smiled,

"I heard you are our foreign trade system's Germany expert."

"I'll have to trouble you this time."

"Manager Lin, you are too polite. It is my honor to serve Red Star."

Zhao Gang didn't say much; his voice was steady. He was a man of action.

After the business was finished, the atmosphere eased up a lot.

Xie Wendong seemed to remember something.

He turned around and took out an exquisite long box from the cabinet behind him.

After opening it, a pitch-black, shiny fishing rod lay inside.

"Manager Lin, this is a sample sent by your Haiwei, a fiberglass rod."

Xie Wendong picked up the fishing rod, his tone becoming excited,

"This thing is amazing!"

"We had a professional institution in Hong Kong test it."

"The strength is 30% higher than similar products from Japan, yet it is 15% lighter."

"This technology is solid!"

"Manager Lin, taking advantage of this heat, I have contacted several major fishing gear brands in Europe and America."

Xie Wendong took a stack of letters of intent from the drawer and pushed them to Lin Xi,

"Lighthouse Country's Pure Fishing, Europe's Spro, they are all very interested."

"They are willing to provide drawings and brand authorization for us to OEM."

"I have already negotiated the price; as long as we stick their labels on,"

"We can make a net profit of two US dollars per rod!"

Xie Wendong held up two fingers and shook them in the air, his face glowing:

"Two US dollars!"

"How much is a worker's monthly salary in the country now?"

"As long as the machines are running, this is like picking up money!"

"Manager Lin, this is a great opportunity to earn foreign exchange for the country!"

The air went quiet for a moment.

Lin Xi didn't even look at those so-called major European and American brand letters of intent.

He reached out and pushed those papers back to Xie Wendong.

The movement was very light, but the rejection was heavy.

"General Manager Xie, I appreciate the good intentions."

"Red Star will not do this business."

The smile on Xie Wendong's face froze. He looked at Lin Xi in disbelief:

"Not do it?"

"Manager Lin, this is net profit!"

"We don't need to build channels, we don't need to do advertising."

"We can earn foreign exchange just by producing according to the drawings!"

"This is a guaranteed profitable business!"

"General Manager Xie, I have confidence in my own products."

Lin Xi stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, with his back to everyone,

"Doing OEM, we earn two dollars per rod."

"Doing an independent brand, we earn tens of dollars per rod."

He turned around abruptly, his fingers drawing a U-shaped arc in the air:

"This is the so-called Smile Curve."

"R&D and branding are at the two ends, with the highest profit;"

"Manufacturing is in the middle, with the lowest profit."

"We Chinese have been drinking soup for too long; I want to taste what the meat is like."

The live stream barrage flew up:

"Holy crap! The Smile Curve! Manager Lin is going to start making waves again!"

"General Manager Xie: Although I don't understand it, I am greatly shocked."

"Two dollars? Are you dismissing a beggar! Streamer, earn it hard for me!"

Xie Wendong frowned:

"Manager Lin, I understand the logic."

"But you have to eat one bite at a time."

"Our current products are synonymous with cheap and backward internationally."

"Many foreigners even think we still wear braids!"

"Doing an independent brand in this situation,"

"We won't be able to distribute the goods at all, and we might end up losing everything!"

Lin Xi smiled, smiling confidently and arrogantly:

"It's okay, I have a way."

"I will break the market prejudice; I will handle the brand premium."

"If you can help me get a ticket to the International Stream Fishing Invitational held in France in early May,"

"Then you will see the results this year."

"At that time, Huajun only needs to be responsible for docking."

Xie Wendong opened his mouth.

Looking at the light in the young man's eyes, he finally swallowed the words of dissuasion.

"Alright."

He sighed, feeling both helpless and admiring:

"Manager Lin, I can't win an argument with you."

"Since you have this courage, Huajun will fully cooperate."

"We will help you get the invitation letter."

"You are responsible for opening up the market, and we are responsible for the follow-up docking."

...

It was late at night.

Lin Xi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the Bayview Centre, overlooking the Victoria Harbour under his feet.

The neon lights of the skyscrapers dyed the seawater into colorful hues.

That was the magnificent scene of the Four Asian Tigers taking off, and it was also the most dazzling prosperity of this era.

Looking north.

Across the Shenzhen River, it was a piece of deep darkness.

There were no neon lights, no high-rise buildings.

There were only large areas of sleeping farmland and infrastructure construction sites that had just broken ground.

"Manager Lin, what are you looking at?"

Zhao Gang walked to his side and handed him a glass of water.

"Looking at the future."

Lin Xi pointed to the seemingly desolate darkness in the north and said softly,

"Engineer Zhao, do you believe it?"

"Forty years later, the lights over there will be brighter than here."

Zhao Gang looked in the direction of his finger.

The darkness was so deep that it made one's heart palpitate.

But in Lin Xi's eyes, he seemed to really see the lights of thousands of homes and the high-rise buildings.

That certainty made Zhao Gang nod his head uncontrollably.

"I believe it."

Lin Xi smiled.

He raised his glass, toasted to the darkness from afar, and then drank it all in one gulp.