202: Chapter 202 Violence for Violence

"What can Samsung and Nokia possibly offer him? A 10% price cut, a one-month extension on payment terms? That still can't compare to what we offer."

Shen Fei nodded silently. When it came to price wars, he wasn't bragging, but at this moment, no one dared to follow suit.

Not even Samsung.

China Star's costs were even lower than theirs...

"Opening stores next to ours? No problem, let them open. We'll stay right where we are and see who cracks first.

I can afford to lose money in a price war...

As for channels, we build our own stores; we don't rely on distributors.

We'll win here the same way we won in Africa."

Shen Fei nodded again. He believed in Mr. Adebayo's ability and his loyalty.

As for Samsung and Nokia, those old relics still wouldn't be able to beat the playbook.

"Alright, go ahead!"

"There is one more thing," Mr. Adebayo reported again. "Regarding what happened in Vietnam, those people who threatened our employees. I've found the people behind it."

"Who?"

Shen Fei spoke with a hint of murderous intent. After all, this was a violation of the rules. If they could target his employees this time, what about next time?

Would it be his family? Although most people wouldn't dare touch Zhang Mingzhu due to her background, if they did, the consequences would be catastrophic.

"Local thugs, hired by someone," Mr. Adebayo said, pulling out a few photos. "According to our investigation over there, they specialize in this kind of dirty work.

The person who hired them is the Gionee head of Southeast Asia.

Samsung and Nokia have similar plans as well."

Shen Fei looked at the photos passed over and narrowed his eyes.

Wang Kai, standing nearby, asked in confusion: "Wasn't Li Ming removed from his post?"

"He was removed, but he made arrangements before he left," Mr. Adebayo said, pointing to the photos. "These thugs took the money and threatened employees at at least five of our stores.

Two employees have already been scared into resigning."

"Where are these people now?"

"They are still in XX," Mr. Adebayo smiled. "Our brothers are taking good care of them; they won't be getting away easily."

Wang Kai looked at the photos and was silent for a few seconds before reminding him:

"President Adebayo, this isn't Africa."

"Don't worry, I know..."

Wang Kai frowned: "Indonesia has very strict laws. You need to be measured when taking action. The methods used in Vietnam might not be suitable here."

"I understand," Mr. Adebayo said with a smile. "We are very law-abiding in Africa, and we are equally law-abiding in Vietnam."

Shen Fei replied firmly: "Just take action, but try your best not to let anyone get hold of any evidence."

...

The next afternoon.

The action teams from Nokia, Samsung, and Gionee all began their operations.

The results that evening were epic; they had threatened a total of 15 stores...

25 employees expressed their willingness to resign on the spot.

Consequently, the group headed to their usual spot, Rainbow KTV, to celebrate.

20 minutes later, three black vans pulled up at the same time.

Over thirty people got out of the vans, all of them black.

The leader was none other than Moon, the head of the Transsion Security Company in Mauritius.

He stood at the entrance and glanced at the KTV sign, then over twenty people filed in.

A few people were left at the entrance to block the exit.

Inside the KTV, in the largest private room on the 3rd floor, a few young men were drinking and singing.

When the door was pushed open, they didn't react in time.

Moon walked in and glanced at the people in the room—12 in total.

Then he pulled a photo from his pocket and matched it with one of them...

He closed the door, walked to the coffee table, picked up a bottle of beer, and examined it.

"Drinking, are we?"

One of the bald men stood up and cursed in English. Moon didn't understand, but he could read the expression.

He put the beer down and walked up to the bald man.

"Are you Agong?"

The bald man was stunned for a moment.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I? You don't need to know. You should be very clear about what you've been doing lately." Moon smiled. His snow-white teeth against his jet-black face made him look like a judge from hell at that moment.

"I heard you took money to threaten my people."

The bald man's face changed instantly. He stepped back and reached for his waist.

Moon didn't give him a chance; he punched him in the stomach. The bald man bent over, and before he could even scream, a second punch smashed into his face.

He flew backward, hung on the wall for a second, then slid down, motionless. The others wanted to rush over for revenge but were held back by the rest of the group.

"Don't rush," Moon waved his hand. "One by one."

The others stepped forward directly and pinned the remaining 11 people to the ground.

"How much money did you take?"

The guy with yellow hair gritted his teeth, refusing to answer. Moon sighed.

"I'm not a patient man. If I ask and you don't answer, then don't bother."

He punched the guy with yellow hair in the face. The guy screamed and crouched down, clutching his face.

Just as he was about to continue, a third person knelt down immediately.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! We took the job from the gang; it was a task assigned by other companies.

We don't know how much the job is worth, but everyone in our team gets 20 million Indonesian Rupiah.

The task was simple: threaten employees into resigning at night."

Moon squatted down and looked him in the eyes.

"20 million Indonesian Rupiah? How much is that in US dollars?"

"About... about 2,000 US dollars."

"2,000 dollars?" Moon stood up. "For just 2,000 dollars, you dare to touch Transsion's people?"

He waved his hand.

"Take them away."

At this moment, the 12 people were terrified; this man seemed like he was really going to kill them.

They were all begging bitterly.

The 12 were shoved into the vans and taken to a warehouse on the outskirts of Jakarta.

The warehouse was empty, save for a few chairs and a single light.

Mr. Adebayo appeared there, looking at the people kneeling in front of him.

"Do you know why I brought you here?"

The bald man lifted his head, his face bruised and battered.

"Big Brother, we were wrong! We'll return the money! We'll return double! Please, let us go!"

The bald man hissed in pain while speaking; after all, Moon's punch had hit him hard, and his mouth was still swollen.

"How about this?" Mr. Adebayo stood up. "I'll give you two choices.

The first: I send you to the police station and charge you with extortion.

Your gang might bail you out, but we are going to build a factory in Indonesia. I believe Indonesian law will be fair. By then, whether you get sentenced to three years or five years..."

The faces of the five men turned pale.

"The second choice..." Mr. Adebayo squatted down and slapped him across the face again.

Then, he whispered something in front of the bald man...

The bald man's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at the others beside him in disbelief, thinking he had misheard.

But at that very moment, Mr. Adebayo slapped him again. Moon also kicked him twice!

"I agree! I agree!"