Chapter 74 What? This is what you call "small quantity"?

This single sentence struck Yoshida right where it hurt.

Make it themselves?

They had to be capable of making it first!

Those two technicians injured by the magnetic steel fragments were still lying in the hospital!

The fake smile on Yoshida's face stiffened for half a second, and then he bowed even lower, almost burying his head into the carpet.

"Mr. Lin, you are too humorous!"

"In the face of Red Star's black technology, Moonstand is just an elementary school student still wearing split-seat pants!"

Yoshida rubbed his hands together, his tone so sincere he seemed ready to acknowledge Lin Xi as his father on the spot:

"China and Japan are separated only by a narrow strip of water; we have been neighbors for thousands of years."

"This kind of opportunity to support a junior is an Oriental traditional virtue."

"Money is not an issue! As long as you nod, you can fill in any number!"

"Since we are neighbors, I won't hide anything from you."

Lin Xi toyed with his teacup, leaning forward slightly and lowering his voice as if discussing a state secret:

"Actually, it's not that I want to block you."

"It's that Hans from Braun is dead set against me signing with any Japanese companies."

"He said..."

Lin Xi paused, looking troubled:

"He said collaborating with you would make Red Star look... less high-end."

"You know how Europeans are; they always have a bit of arrogance."

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"Nani?!"

Hearing this, Yoshida's blood pressure instantly soared, and he nearly jumped up in anxiety:

"Mr. Lin! You must not listen to the nonsense of those Germanics!"

"Our Moonstand's manufacturing precision is a world-recognized example of craftsmanship!"

"To show our sincerity..."

Yoshida gritted his teeth and held up five fingers, as if cutting off his own flesh:

"On top of Braun's quote, we will add another 50%!"

"Please, you must give us a chance!"

After speaking, he gave another standard ninety-degree bow, his forehead nearly hitting the corner of the coffee table.

This wasn't doing business; this was clearly begging to be harvested.

Lin Xi stared at Yoshida's shiny scalp with a playful look in his eyes.

This was the typical face of a Japanese businessman in the 80s.

Fearing power but lacking virtue.

When you are weak, he is a wolf that eats people without spitting out the bones;

When you are strong, he is a dog wagging its tail for mercy.

Unfortunately, Lin Xi didn't lack dogs.

What he lacked were ATMs that could continuously spit out US dollars—the cornerstones to build his future industrial empire.

"Oh, this makes things very difficult for me."

Lin Xi sighed with feigned difficulty, his fingers lightly tapping his knee.

"Add 50%..."

"While that shows sincerity, I can't explain it to my superiors when I go back. After all, offending European clients for just this much money..."

Yoshida's heart pounded wildly, as if gripped tightly by a giant hand.

Either secure the authorization to overtake on a curve, or go back and commit seppuku to apologize.

There was no third path!

"Double!"

Yoshida snapped his head up, his eyes bloodshot like a madman betting his entire fortune on the gambling table:

"Mr. Lin! Double Braun's price!"

"This is my bottom line, and the bottom line of Moonstand! Please grant us this!"

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

To Yoshida, these few seconds felt incredibly long.

Finally, a look of "reluctance" appeared on Lin Xi's face, and he sighed as if he were taking a huge loss.

"Seeing as you are so sincere... fine."

Lin Xi stood up and patted Yoshida's shoulder, like an elder caring for a junior:

"Who told us to be 'good neighbors'?"

"I am a very soft-hearted person."

Ten minutes later.

Watching Yoshida leave while clutching that contract—which could be described as "humiliating and forfeiting sovereignty"—while offering endless thanks, the smile at the corner of Lin Xi's mouth finally couldn't be suppressed.

"So well-behaved."

Lin Xi chuckled.

In the stream, the netizens were already ecstatic.

[Hahaha! Double! Is this the joy of a 'Super Double'?]

[This is the legendary: I'll give you however much profit I want you to have.]

[Watching a Japanese person bow while giving away money... this feeling is even better than drinking an iced Sprite in the middle of summer!]

[Incredible. First he criticized their technology, then he turned around and tearfully earned double profit!]

Lin Xi walked to the window and looked at the glittering night view of Flower City, his gaze deep.

"Don't be in a hurry; this is just the appetizer."

...

Inside the booth's negotiation room, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

It was as if an assembly line mode had been activated.

That French businessman, Pierre, couldn't wait to sign his name, pulling a thick stack of Franklins—all US cash—directly from his briefcase.

"Lin, it's a pleasure doing business!"

Pierre shook Lin Xi's hand firmly.

Lin Xi gave a standard business smile:

"Rest assured, Mr. Pierre, our authorizations are very 'limited' and 'exclusive.' You are definitely a VIP among VIPs."

Pierre left satisfied.

Lin Xi took a leisurely sip of tea and called out to Er Ga, who had been staring blankly at the door for a long time: "Next one."

...

Section Chief Wang stood in the corner, his entire being already numb.

He watched as foreign businessmen, who usually held their noses high, queued up to enter the negotiation room and then came out one by one, faces flushed with excitement while clutching their contracts.

Before long, the pile of authorization agreements stamped with bright red seals on the desk had grown into a small mountain.

"Man... Manager Lin," Section Chief Wang leaned into Lin Xi's ear, his voice trembling violently,

"This isn't right, is it?"

"Didn't you promise Hans and the others that you'd only give authorizations to a 'small amount' of manufacturers?"

"This is already the eighteenth one!"

"Even that Italy guy who sells bicycles signed. You call this a small amount?"

Lin Xi sat on a wobbly folding chair, calmly sipping his coarse tea.

The bullet-chat in the stream had already turned into a white waterfall in his vision.

[Hahaha, the Streamer's redefinition of 'small amount' makes my abs hurt from laughing!]

[Capitalists would cry after seeing Lin Xi. This isn't selling technology; this is wholesaling cabbage!]

[Too wicked. Is he planning to turn making shavers into a cabbage-frying business?]

Lin Xi set down his teacup and looked at Section Chief Wang with full justification:

"Old Wang, you need to broaden your perspective."

"There are hundreds of countries and billions of people in the world."

"I've only authorized a dozen or so factories. If you scatter them across a world map, they wouldn't even count as a sesame seed."

"If this isn't a small amount, do you call it wholesale?"

Section Chief Wang was speechless, thinking to himself that even a guided missile couldn't catch up to this logic.

"But..."

Section Chief Wang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead,

"If you do it this way, won't Braun and Philips come for your life if they find out?"

"Come for my life?"

Lin Xi sneered, his gaze suddenly becoming profound,

"Brother Wang, do you know how to completely destroy a giant?"

"It's not by making a better product to go head-to-head, but by splashing the core technology everywhere in the world like water!"

Lin Xi pointed at the businessmen still queuing outside, his tone cold enough to make one shiver:

"If I only authorized Braun, they would rely on their monopoly to suppress my prices and strangle me."

"But if I authorize twenty or fifty factories, Braun will have to beg me for authorization."

"Because if they don't sign, their competitors will."

"If they don't buy, their competitors will."

"This is called the 'Prisoner's Dilemma.' I'm teaching the foreigners how to play it."

At this point, Lin Xi stood up, his lazy aura vanishing, replaced by a domineering air of total control:

"When every shaver in the world uses Red Star's motors, Red Star's magnets, and Red Star's nickel mesh,"

"Regardless of whether they are Braun or Philips, and regardless of whether they are called Moonstand or Hitachi,"

"They will all have only one identity—"

"Assembly workshops working for our 'Made in China'!"

Section Chief Wang felt his scalp go numb.

Looking at this young man in his early twenties, he felt a deep sense of awe for the first time.

This kid wasn't just doing business; he was using the stage of the Canton Fair to put shackles on the global shaver industry!

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