Tech startup: I really do make mobile phones!

Chapter 74 Meow! Little Yellow Cat
early morning.

Chen Mo's sneakers crunched over the scraps of paper scattered on the street ahead, and he wondered what kind of event the ghost market must have been holding yesterday.

The soy milk and crepes he was carrying were still steaming hot.

When the roller shutter door was pulled open by half a meter, Zhao Tiezhu was seen sprawled on the long table like a salted fish, his small cotton quilt slipped down to his waist, revealing the waistband that had been half-ripped by the wholesaler yesterday.

"Get up!" Chen Mo kicked the table leg with his toe, and placed the breakfast bag on the plastic stool, making a rustling sound. "After you finish eating, go and urge the factory to deliver the goods you ordered yesterday."

If Orange Technology takes 30% of the deposit but fails to deliver 500 Orange 1 phones by 11:59 PM tonight, their signboard will definitely be torn down by these wholesalers.

"Haah~"

Zhao Tiezhu let out a huge yawn, his eyes bloodshot, as he took the crepe: "Brother Chen, smell this. This house smelled of new money all night last night."

He got off the table and poked the safe with his foot; a thin layer of moisture still condensed on the metal casing.

"Can't sleep well? Then I'll keep watch tonight!"

Chen Mo touched the cardboard on the table; it was still a bit hard.

It seems Zhao Tiezhu didn't sleep well last night!
Several creases were pressed into the cardboard, and sweat soaked through, leaving damp marks.

"No way! Go back to your dorm and get some sleep right now!"

"No way!" Zhao Tiezhu suddenly turned around, almost dropping his burrito. "Once we hire a deliveryman, we'll have plenty of opportunities to sleep around! Besides..."

He lowered his voice and patted the safe: "Our company's 'first pot of gold' is lying in here. Let's hurry up and make as much money as possible in the next couple of days!"

Chen Mo smiled and shook his head, "You're the boss, but I'm the boss!"
It's clearly my money that I earned, what are you so happy about!
How could Zhao Tiezhu not be happy?
The first batch of 1000 Orange 1 phones not only sold out on the same day, but also received 3000 pre-orders. My 18 months' bonus is practically guaranteed now.

Chen Mo posted the job advertisement he had prepared the day before on the outside of the roller shutter door.

The words "Shipping Clerk" were circled twice in red pen on the cardboard, and below it, written crookedly, "Salary Negotiable".

Just as he finished applying the tape, he saw the skinny little yellow cat rub against his trouser leg and crawl in, its tail curled into a question mark.

"You little snob, are you begging for food again?" Zhao Tiezhu threw half a sausage at him, the oil stains spreading out in small shadows on the ground.

The little yellow cat, carrying its food, retreated to the corner, its green eyes narrowing into slits in the morning light.

"You're quite good at finding meal tickets, aren't you?" Chen Mo squatted down, his fingertips brushing against the protruding spine on the cat's back, giving it a couple of strokes.

This cat doesn't look like a stray. It's starving like this, which means it doesn't have much survival ability. I wonder which family abandoned it.

After finishing half a sausage, the little yellow cat suddenly jumped onto the windowsill, and the broken glass that Zhao Tiezhu had specially wrapped in corrugated cardboard made a slight creaking sound when it stepped on it.

"I'll go send a copy of the system UI design patent application to the patent agency first. Remember to lock the door."

Chen Mo picked up a file bag, pushed the roller shutter door, and sunlight streamed through the crack in the door, cutting a line of light and shadow on Zhao Tiezhu's face.

"I know!"

With his mouth full of dough, the latter mumbled an OK sign.

Zhao Tiezhu's cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket; it was the screen factory owner calling.

"Tiezhu! Your orange orders are booked until the day after tomorrow. Are you willing to pay extra to jump the queue?"

"Hey! Lao Hao, are we still brothers? You're actually ripping off our oranges. If you can do it, then do it. If not, I have plenty of people willing to do it!" Seeing how confident Zhao Tiezhu was, Lao Hao had no choice but to give up.

Old Hao offered Zhao Tiezhu some words of comfort, saying he would treat him to a meal at a restaurant later to apologize.

The news of the Orange 1 phone's huge sales yesterday has already caused a small sensation in the entire North China market.

This isn't an orange 1, it's clearly a 499 apple 4!
Everyone here is an industry insider; once you take the device apart, you'll understand that although Orange Technology earns less, its volume is huge.

Now, given the chance, these suppliers would all want to take a bite out of Orange Technology, which is making a fortune.

If Zhao Tiezhu hadn't been quick-witted, he would have been led by the nose by Lao Hao and swindled out of a so-called "queue-jumping fee."

Zhao Tiezhu knew that the small workshops in Huabei Qiang were definitely making "smartphones," but he was certain that very few of them would be willing to spend so much money to use capacitive screens.

You can earn more if you lose your conscience, but once your bottom line falls, it's hard to pull it back up.

Old Hao! If it were any other spare parts supplier, Zhao Tiezhu might have pretended to be a snake!

Capacitive touchscreen!
Do you think all of Huabei Qiang's peers are like Brother Chen, with such a strong bottom line?

Zhao Tiezhu locked the roller shutter door and, instead of rushing to find Lao Hao to go out to eat, went to find the second screen supplier.

The lesson of Samsung cutting off the supply of HYC Ultra Screens is still fresh in our minds.

HYC's painful lesson tells you that for core components like chips and screens, you need at least two suppliers.

The critical moment when Sanjing cut off the supply of super screens directly shattered HYC's dream of a high-end machine.

The little yellow cat perched on the eaves, watching the two men disappear one after the other at the end of the alley.

Knowing it would find no more food, it jumped behind the wall and left the alley.
The metal chairs at the bus stop were still covered with wisps of morning dew. Gong Yun picked up a rice noodle roll with a bamboo skewer, and the aroma of the food made her feel better.

Suddenly, a yellow shadow leaped onto the bench. A tiny yellow cat, so thin you could count its ribs, rubbed against her wrist and circled around her, its tail brushing against the strap of her canvas bag.

"Are you starving?" She chuckled, breaking off a small piece of rice noodle roll and holding it in her palm, her fingertips brushing against the cat's spine that was digging into her hand. "Were you abandoned along the way too?"

The little yellow cat remained silent, only licking the crumbs of intestines from her palm. Its whiskers brushed against her scabbed tiger's mouth, tickling her and making her chuckle softly.

"Haha! Kitten! You're so cute!"

When she was about to feed it again, the little yellow cat suddenly jumped off the bench and ran forward, looking back every three steps.

Gong Yun, carrying a box of rice noodle rolls, took a couple of steps after him, her shoes crunching through puddles. She blinked in surprise: "Are you leading the way?"

The kitten stopped under the sycamore tree, its green eyes reflecting the sunlight like two shimmering glass beads.

"Haha! You're as shrewd as a human!" She pulled her long-sleeved shirt tighter to cover the scar on her wrist. "Would you like to take me to your home?"

The little yellow cat just wanted to get everyone who was feeding it together for a meal. What did it do wrong?
Gong Yun felt that the little yellow cat seemed to understand her words, and it meowed loudly, its tail wrapping around her trouser leg as if it wanted to pull her into the alley ahead.

"Alright! Alright!" She lowered her eyes and chuckled softly, her fingertips gently tracing its thin spine. "I'll go with you to take a look!"

Gong Yun herself is homeless now, so it wouldn't hurt to go and visit this cute little cat.

(End of this chapter)