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

Chapter 966 Training Thunder
The conference room door was knocked on loudly, the sound heavy and revealing impatience and rudeness.

Lei Jun frowned. This was a high-level internal meeting, and all attendees were present. Who would disturb us at this time?
"Enter!"

The meeting room door was pushed open, and when everyone saw who had entered, they almost simultaneously stood up.

"Mr. Mo."

Chen Mo walked in and glanced around. Most of the people present were familiar old faces, interspersed with a few new faces he recognized, such as Lu Weibing, who had been personally invited by Lei Jun to join Xiaomi last year.
"Wow, it's so lively! It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early," he laughed.

Upon recognizing Chen Mo, Lei Jun's face instantly lit up with a smile. He stood up, went to greet him, and gave him a tight hug, his tone tinged with affectionate reproach: "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"

"What good would it do to tell you? Are you going to abandon your meeting to pick me up at the airport, you workaholic?"

"You have such a big mouth," Lei Jun said with a smile, shaking his head. Then he put his arm around his shoulder. "Perfect timing. We're discussing an important plan. Now that you're here, you can help us brainstorm some ideas."

"it is good."

Lei Jun turned to the crowd and said, "Alright, everyone sit down. Chen Mo isn't an outsider."

When Xiaomi's senior executives saw that Chen Mo had not yet taken his seat, they all hesitated.

Seeing this, Chen Mo smiled and waved his hand, "Didn't you hear what President Lei said? Please sit down, please sit down."

Everyone then felt relieved and sat down.

This scene was witnessed by Lu Weibing, who was sitting next to him and had recently taken office as vice president of Xiaomi.

He looked at Chen Mo with a hint of awe in his eyes—this was the true demeanor of a strong person, handling heavy tasks with ease, and becoming the focus of the entire room with just a few words.

Lei Jun simply smiled and didn't seem to care.

If Chen Mo were still within the Xiaomi ecosystem, he might have needed to consider the possibility of his achievements overshadowing the company's leadership. But now, Chen Mo is entirely beneficial to Xiaomi, and the stronger his influence, the more Lei Jun would like to see it.

Now that Chen Mo had arrived, Lei Jun patiently reviewed the key points of the previous discussion and provided him with background information.

However, as the meeting continued, not only Lei Jun, but also the other executives present gradually noticed that Chen Mo was acting strangely.

Whenever Lei Jun sought his opinion, Chen Mo would deviate from his usual sharp and straightforward style, always giving vague answers, such as "Very good, very good" or "Not bad, not bad".

The meeting finally ended, and the executives left one after another.

Chen Mo, however, seemed rooted to the spot, remaining completely still.

Seeing this, Lei Jun closed the conference room door, turned to the guy who was clearly holding back his words, and joked with a smile, "Old Ma has already gone to Japan, who else can provoke you, Chen Mo, to such a temper now? It can't be me, can it?"

The next moment he felt like he had jinxed the world.

Chen Mo slowly raised his head, his eyes seemingly tangible.

Lei Jun, you've changed!

These five short words struck Lei Jun like a hammer blow.

He had known Chen Mo for so long, and the other party went from being polite and calling him "Boss Lei" at the beginning to calling him "Brother Jun" with a smile when they became close friends, and even occasionally teasing him as "Little Lei".

In front of outsiders, Chen Mo always gave him face and always addressed him as "President Lei".

But this was the first time he'd ever been called "Lei Jun" by his full name in such a cold tone. Lei Jun's heart sank; he knew things were probably far more serious than he'd imagined. Sure enough, before he could react, Chen Mo's barrage of questions rained down on him:

“There were too many people earlier, so I gave you face. Now I want to ask you, what are you thinking? Wasn’t the front enough for you? Do you prefer to play in the back?” Chen Mo stared intently at him, his eyes sharp.

Lei Jun's eyes widened; he felt that something about what he said sounded rather strange.

"Who suggested this back screen design? Lu Weibing? What's he trying to do? Is he trying to retaliate against the US?"

Lei Jun's Adam's apple bobbed, and he forced a smile as he explained, "This design was something we discussed together."

The main reason is that the current mobile phone market is too homogeneous, and this design can reflect differentiation.

We've also demonstrated the functionality of the rear screen, such as clearer selfies, quick information display, and customizable wallpapers, which do indeed increase user convenience, and…

He tried to be more convincing, saying, "This technological accumulation can also lay the foundation for subsequent foldable screen products."

But his voice trailed off under Chen Mo's unwavering gaze. That look seemed to pierce through everything, rendering all his carefully prepared reasons pale and powerless.

"Are you done talking?" Chen Mo's voice was cold and hard.

"That's it."

"Okay, you're done talking, it's my turn."

How many more components will be needed for the back screen? How will the phone's thickness be controlled? How will the internal stacking be resolved? What about the top-heavy feel? How much will power consumption increase? How much will repair costs rise? Have you assessed all of these factors?

Chen Mo leaned forward and launched into a barrage of questions that left Lei Jun completely bewildered. "I..."

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean, '!" Chen Mo interrupted Lei Jun's spellcasting animation.

Instead of thinking about how to make the phone thinner without changing the existing hardware, they're going to go even further by adding more features?

"Battery technology has just made some breakthroughs, and you put a back screen on it. Apart from selfies, I can't think of any other mainstream practical applications."

Is this just a space for advertising to rent out? Or perhaps video website ads will play on the back screen, aiming for an "out of sight, out of mind" approach? Or are you trying to directly compete with Apple on battery life in this way?

"That's not how it is, listen to me," Lei Jun hurriedly explained.

But once Chen Mo opened his mouth, he didn't give him any chance at all, "What do you mean, 'you'!"

"The protruding rear camera was originally a compromise due to technical limitations. Because the back of the phone is uneven, users usually place it with the back facing up, as the camera protrusion makes it more stable. Secondly, it protects privacy. But if the back screen suddenly lights up, privacy is meaningless."

He got angrier and angrier as he spoke, his tone becoming sarcastic: "If you ask me, why don't you make a matching phone case with buttons? I'll develop a few mini-games for you, so you can use the back screen as a handheld console and play it when you're bored!"

"That's a good idea!" Lei Jun's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

"Bullshit! You're really my older brother, didn't you realize I was being sarcastic? Should we put another row of buttons down there to imitate Nokia?"

Why add a cumbersome back screen when the functions can be achieved with just a wristband and a phone? It's like taking off your pants to fart.
I remember Meizu tried using a rear-screen design a long time ago, and it was a complete failure. What, you think Xiaomi can revive it? Why do you think Xiaomi will succeed?

“Xiaomi is different.” Lei Jun tried to argue.

"What's the difference? Is it that rice noodles are easy to fool, or is the marketing different?" Chen Mo changed the subject.
"Oh, speaking of marketing, let me ask you this: did Xiaomi achieve its current status as number one in the world through marketing?"

(End of this chapter)