Rebirth 2010: I taught Mr. Lei how to make a mobile phone

Chapter 749 Cowardly Dog

"You mean Chen Mo didn't drink a drop of alcohol last night?"

"Not only did I not drink, but I was actually persuaded to drink quite a bit. This Eastern drinking culture, you have to admit, has some merit."

"What about all the girls you arranged? Didn't he take a single one with him?"

"Take him away? He didn't even give him a second glance, acting like some enlightened monk."

"Is it because the quality of the ones you found was poor? Did they not meet Chen Mo's standards?"

"What a joke! I found only the best of the best: socialites, flight attendants, Ivy League beauties, and even two mixed-race Chinese girls."

It has all kinds of styles, and it took me a lot of effort to find them. I'll show you the photos if you don't believe me.

Old Bill stared at the explicit photos on his phone, and couldn't help but gasp, a long-lost feeling of arousal washing over him. It's really not fair to blame Musk for his incompetence.

"Hiss, that doesn't make sense. How could a hot-blooded young man possibly resist such a romantic encounter in a foreign land?"

"Could it be that he was on guard? I think this kid is always heavily guarded wherever he goes, leaving no room for error."

"It seems his success was by no means accidental. This matter needs to be considered carefully."

"Do you think he might be gay? I think Zhou Shouzi and Lu Qi are both quite handsome."

"Next time we have the chance, we can try a different approach and invite him to the island; they can satisfy all his needs there."

"What about the investment you promised before?"

"Investment is no problem, but not 10 billion, but 5 million."

"Are you interested in these girls? How about a package deal worth 5 million?"

"Ha~"

"Alright, 500 million it is."

"Subsequent operations will be conducted through a private foundation platform."

After hanging up the phone, Musk breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, Tesla finally had a new injection of funds.

The reason I drank so much last night was partly because the other person was really good at persuading me to drink, but the main reason was that I needed something from him.

He had originally thought that it would be best to persuade Chen Mo to invest, but unfortunately, the other party ignored his proposal.

Plan B was to arrange a "special program" for Chen Mo, but who knew that this guy was like an old monk who had seen through the world, unmoved by the allure of those beauties, and even avoided them like the plague.

It seems their success wasn't accidental; their cautious approach speaks volumes. Otherwise, if they had truly taken the bait, they wouldn't have suffered serious consequences. Giving this Mr. Chen a memorable lesson would certainly have been beneficial, as the subsequent fundraising wouldn't have been a small-scale operation involving billions.

Pity.
However, the old man's mention of going to the island made Musk feel uneasy. He only wanted to skin Chen Mo alive, but this old man wanted to grind him to dust. He's just a top ten richest man in the world, why is he being given such a grand welcome?

Could it be that there is some information he doesn't know?

After thinking for a while without any results, Musk gave up. In any case, he wouldn't lose money, since securing funding was the key. As for who it was? Anyone would do.

As they parted, Chen Mo shook hands and hugged him, saying, "Thank you for your hospitality." He then secretly tickled Chen Mo's palm, a knowing smile on his face, and added, "As for the investment, I'll definitely do it next time!"

Looking back now, Musk still gets goosebumps; could he have really guessed right?

I need to stay away from this pervert from now on.

On this side of the ocean, a transoceanic phone call is underway.

"We've decided to withdraw!"

"Withdraw?" The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly rose. "Who was it that confidently called himself 'Jack the Quick-Knife' back then? Who boasted that 'Rubin the Tusk-Breaking Maniac' was undefeated? How come they've all fallen apart now?"

"If they are just ordinary targets, even dozens of them, losing hands and feet is not a problem at all."

The voice on the other end of the phone was grave. "But after observing them for some time, we've found that every bodyguard is an elite special forces-level soldier. We've identified at least three veterans with combat experience, and more importantly, they're all armed!"

"A gun? What's that?"

"Don't be naive!" the other party interrupted rudely. "You think we weren't prepared? But the target is surrounded by a group of reporters 24 hours a day, with flashes brighter than searchlights."

We value our money, but our lives are more important. The deposit will be refunded, and this order is void.

"Way?"

Beep. Beep.
Fuck!
The man slammed his phone onto the table.

Sure enough, these foreigners are completely unreliable when it comes to crucial moments.

He lit a cigarette, hesitated for a long time amidst the swirling smoke, and finally dialed out the number of his contact.

Fifteen minutes later, Lao Liu frowned as he stared at his phone screen.

I never expected that bastard to be so cautious. His overseas trip was like a head of state's visit, he practically had security personnel strapped to his belt.

Is it really necessary? In the eyes of those foreigners, this only makes us Chinese businessmen seem cowardly and afraid of death, which is simply a disgrace to the nation.

Since the underhanded tactics failed, Old Liu thought for a moment and decided to let the one surnamed Ma deal with this Chen.

Considering my current internet strategy, the only area where I can exert some influence is the travel sector, where I plan to further increase my leverage.

“Zhenzhen,” he said, his tone softening with a touch of elder’s authority as he dialed the number of Uber’s China head, who was also his niece, “I have an idea regarding Uber’s business in China. I think you could talk to your sister about a potential collaboration.”

On the other side of the ocean, Chen Mo stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his hotel suite, his fingertips lightly swiping across his phone screen as he browsed domestic and international media reports about him.

As China's richest man, his trip to North America naturally attracted the attention of global media.

Reporters from all walks of life are stationed downstairs at the hotel year-round, and whenever he goes out for inspections, cameras and flashes follow him everywhere.

The report's analysis was very insightful, and domestic public opinion was in an uproar. However, what was on his mind at this moment were the charming foreign beauties from the banquet last night.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted, but he ultimately didn't dare to make any rash moves. After all, it wasn't his territory, and it's always better to be safe than sorry.

However, the trip was not without its rewards.

SpaceX's entrepreneurial journey made him realize that this path was destined to fail in China, and he could only follow the policies thereafter.

Apart from the somewhat indulgent banquet last night, Chen Mo maintained an almost harsh level of caution throughout his entire trip to North America.

Apart from his scheduled itinerary, he rarely left his home and spent most of his time in the hotel handling domestic affairs.

Occasionally, he would stand at the window on the top floor and look down at the chaotic protests and clashes with the police below.

Watching the protesters holding up signs and throwing bottles, yet daring not to take another step, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Isn't it legal to own guns abroad? What's the use of just shouting?" he muttered to himself. "In a critical moment, the truth is out of range?"

In his view, the fighting power of this rabble was not even comparable to the "fireworks Gatling guns" set off on both sides of the river during the Chinese New Year.

If it really came down to a fight, his security team could easily crush this group of hapless soldiers.

Ah, unlikely to achieve great things.

The neon lights of New York are still dazzling.

Chen Mo stood by the window, his fingertips swiping across the schedule reminders on his phone screen.

At this moment, China should have already welcomed the dawn of July 1st.

Today is the birthday of the Party, and also the opening day of Pang Donglai's flagship store in Zhongguancun.

This supermarket, hailed as a "retail legend," opened on this day, with Dong Lai personally selecting the location. The deeper meaning behind this decision is self-evident.

Despite being separated by oceans, Chen Mo still managed to make the overseas call.

"Brother Donglai, congratulations on your opening." He said briefly.

He hung up the phone, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He was curious whether this supermarket, known for its "ultimate service," could gain a foothold in the fiercely competitive capital city.
He was more interested in how those rival companies, who were eyeing the market with predatory intent, would respond to this impact.
He won't interfere if it's fair competition, but he'll be even more eager if they resort to underhanded tactics.

At the same time, Beijing.

An old building facing the street in Huaqing Jiayuan has been transformed by Pang Donglai.

The orange and white "DL" sign stands out in the sunlight, adding a bright touch to this otherwise somewhat dull street.

Downstairs, Yu Donglai hung up the phone, a slight smile playing on his lips, but he quickly suppressed it and continued to focus on the opening preparations.

There was no grand ribbon-cutting ceremony, no massive publicity, and not even any media were invited.

The entrance was simply decorated with a few rows of flower baskets sent by friends, a low-key and almost unassuming display.

There were quite a few customers in the store, but it was nowhere near as crowded as it is in Henan province.

Most of these people are repeat customers who have experienced Pang Donglai's services in the Bi'an Science and Technology Park, and their positive word-of-mouth has spread the word. Meanwhile, the surrounding residents still habitually go to the large shopping malls nearby.

Local residents continued to shop at several large supermarkets and shopping malls in the vicinity, as was their habit.

If they spend a lot of money on marketing and leverage traffic from other platforms, the scene might become even more spectacular.

But Yu Donglai was not in a hurry.

He believes that as long as he does his best in three areas—employee benefits, service quality, and product quality—time will tell.

The eyes of the people are discerning.

If Pang Donglai can succeed in Henan, it will surely be able to establish itself in Beijing as well.

He was convinced of it.

Despite the influx of domestic and international tech giants into this "battle for supremacy," Chen Mo is not in a hurry.

He knew that someone as talented as Lu Qi would never make a decision lightly.

Especially if the other party is in poor health, this tug-of-war will last at least three to six months.

Instead of waiting passively, it's better to take the initiative. Chen Mo decided to temporarily bring in Zhou Shouzi for a "role reversal" simulation to try and understand Lu Qi's decision-making logic.

"Tell me, how did I 'trick' you into coming here back then?" Chen Mo asked with a smile.

Shouzi Chow shrugged and replied half-jokingly, "Half of it was because I was impressed by the boss's persuasive skills, and the other half was because the title of 'second most handsome man on the other side' sounded pretty good."

Seeing Chen Mo raise an eyebrow, he immediately smiled and raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, just kidding."

He then suppressed his smile and said seriously, "Actually, when I was at DST, I studied the development path of the other side. It is a company that can grow wildly in the cracks between many giants, and a boss who can always create miracles in the impossible."

I trust my judgment and my own foresight.

"It's that simple?"

“Otherwise?” Zhou Shouzi retorted. “Lu Qi and I are the same kind of people. We have a kind of ‘rational arrogance’ about our own judgment, which is the confidence given by our successful experience. Similarly, just like you, boss, can always prove yourself right after seemingly absurd decisions.”

A hint of amusement flashed in Chen Mo's eyes, and his tone was seductive: "Since you are the same kind of people, why don't you try to put yourself in his shoes—his experiences, his way of thinking... I'll ask questions, and you answer them, and see what clues you can uncover."

Zhou Shouzi closed his eyes, and Lu Qi's resume, interviews, and decision-making style flashed through his mind.
A few seconds later, Chen Mo noticed a slight change in Zhou Shouzi's aura.
"Okay, just ask."

(End of this chapter)