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

Chapter 796 Shameless Talk
Washington, D.C., USA.

With a loud "smack," Lao Ma slammed his laptop shut.

"Who the hell does this black dog think it is? It's utterly ignorant and arrogant, courting death!"

Old Ma, unusually, swore in the office.

What angered him even more was that the young man's condescending gaze on the screen had sent a long-forgotten chill through him.

With Ant Group's IPO imminent, there should be no unnecessary complications.

However, the other party's repeated provocations have crossed his bottom line—first, they sowed discord among the BAT alliance and used despicable means to win over Baidu; then they forced Pony Ma to stay away from the disputes, and then used a Weibo post to stifle LeEco's recovery momentum.

Even a dog wouldn't believe it wasn't intentional!

Not to mention all the old grudges from the past.

With old and new grudges piled up, this was simply intolerable.

He was already quite unhappy that Alibaba's annual meeting was always overshadowed by the other side.

"Since you're so ungrateful, don't blame me for being impolite."

A cold glint flashed in Lao Ma's eyes. Regardless of the time in China, he immediately started a transoceanic remote conference call, summoning three trusted confidants: Jiang Fan, general manager of Taobao Wireless Business Unit; Peng Lei, chairman of Ant Financial; and Chen Hang (nickname "Wu Zhao"), CEO of DingTalk.

"Take advantage of the Spring Festival holiday and prepare with all your might."

Old Ma's voice was frighteningly calm: "The target is very clear: Douyin, WeChat Pay, and WeChat Work."

Launching a full-scale offensive after the Spring Festival, sparing no expense to seize market share, the operation is codenamed "Operation Spring Mud."

"Yes!"

"Yes!!"

"Yes!!!"

After the three of them went offline, Lao Ma first called Cao Guowei, "Have you read Chen Mo's speech? Do you think it makes sense? Hmm, not bad, that's it. Let's do it your way."

He then dialed Lao Liu's number.

The two reached a consensus on Didi Chuxing's IPO and finalized a timetable for the listing in the middle of the year.

But after hanging up the phone, Lao Ma fell into deeper thought.

It's not about thinking about the Spring Mud Plan that was explained earlier, since the three generals will handle the specific methods and implementation themselves.

But Old Liu's words were still ringing in my ears.

"Didi is just returning the favor; Ant Group is the real deal. You should understand the principle of using data to buy time."

This made Lao Ma's heart skip a beat. He hadn't expected Lao Liu to have such great ambitions. At their level, the competition was no longer about simple wealth figures, but a much more sophisticated game.
He then began to compose himself, because with the new king's ascension to the throne, he had to show goodwill and offer some benefits to pave the way for the future.

Meanwhile, Li Ge and Xiao Ma Ge, who were watching the same live stream from different locations, sighed with emotion.

Especially when Chen Mo mentioned the 'copy economy', even though Pony Ma has experienced countless ups and downs, he couldn't help but blush slightly. This guy really knows how to bring up the sore spot.

Having once been adversaries, but now allies, the two felt Chen Mo's remarks even more deeply.

They knew all too well the immense pressure Chen Mo exerted as an opponent—a despairing sense of oppression where, despite appearing evenly matched, they were relentlessly beaten and powerless to retaliate. But since becoming partners with the Other Shore, they now felt a strange sense of security, as if even if the sky were to fall, there was someone to hold it up.

The two of them knew very well who Chen Mo was, the representative figure in their group of business partners.

Old Ma might be in serious trouble now.
In Beijing, a small technology company was still brightly lit as it approached 22 p.m.

"Xiao Zhang, your phone looks really nice, doesn't it? Hmm?"

The sudden reprimand startled Xiao Zhang, causing his hand to tremble and Chen Mo's image to flash across the phone screen.

He looked up, hurriedly stood up, and stammered, "Mr. Wang... I... I've finished my work."

"You think you can look at your phone once you've finished your work? Don't you have any other tasks? The company pays you to scroll through your phone. This company isn't your home. If you want to look at your phone, go home!"

When rushing to meet project deadlines, they called on everyone to "treat the company as home," but now that they've been caught slacking off, they say "the company isn't home." What a masterful double standard. Even more ironic is that this is clearly free overtime now.
But if I really go home, you won't be happy. Besides, I'm working overtime voluntarily for free now, so you can forget about hiring me.
You shameless, adorable little devil... I'll go to bed early this morning.

Xiao Zhang secretly wished he could grab the mechanical keyboard in front of him and smash the head of this idiot who couldn't even see his toes.

But when he thought about the big house he had just built for his hometown, the happy smiles on his elderly parents' faces, the mortgage on the house he had in the provincial capital, and the dowry he would have to save for his future wedding, he thought about how he had just built the house for his hometown.

All courage to resist vanished in an instant, and even the remnants were transformed into meekness and subservience.

An embarrassed smile appeared on Xiao Zhang's face as he cautiously admitted his mistake.

General Manager Wang snorted coldly, "This is a one-time exception, otherwise your monthly performance bonus will be zero."

"Okay, okay, there won't be a next time, thank you Mr. Wang."

"Hey you, come here for a second!" Boss Wang pointed with his chubby hand and called away Xiao Zhang's supervisor.

The door to the general manager's office, not far away, was wide open, and Mr. Wang's reprimanding voice could be clearly heard.
"Didn't I tell you to give your employees the full workload? What's wrong with you?"

"Overtime? Does working overtime mean it's not work? Does working overtime mean you don't need to be fully engaged in your work?"

"Work is never easy. Young people these days can't handle hardship. The reason I'm a boss now is because I went through the hardships of starting my business. I'm accommodating you, but the market won't be accommodating me."

“If anyone in your group tries to slack off during overtime, whether they like it or not, they can all get out of here. Open your eyes and see how many people outside want to join our company.”

Not far from the door, Xiao Zhang stared at the computer in front of him, not moving for a long time.

He doesn't want to go to this damn class again, not even for a single day.

But after all, he's just an ordinary person. It's already quite an achievement to find a job with decent pay. He gets along well with his colleagues, and if only there were no overtime hours and an idiot boss.

Actually, he had considered applying to the Bi'an Qing Teng Academy.

The heavy workload and fast pace have left him with no life, let alone exam preparation; even trying to conceive is proving difficult.

Unless he takes a full-time job, but that would be too risky, and he dares not and cannot take that risk. After all, he can't be like a woman who finds a meal ticket and is single-mindedly focused on getting out of poverty, and then kills her beloved with her first sword.

The bank's monthly mortgage payments don't care how intense his work is or whether he's on leave or not.

This is a voice coming from next to Xiao Zhang.
"Brother Zhang, just ignore what that old bastard just said and don't take it to heart. If what Chen Mo said is true, I hope that day comes soon."

(End of this chapter)