Reborn in 2005, starting with repairing mobile phones

He abruptly changed the subject, turning his gaze to Uncle Cai, his tone becoming a clear instruction: "Manager Wang, how's the situation with those factories with precision machining capabilities that I asked you to focus on investigating?"

Uncle Cai immediately sat up straight, opened his notebook, and began reporting: "President Lin, we've screened them according to your requirements. The one that best fits the criteria is 'Jingcheng Precision Mold' from Chang'an Town, Dongguan."

Factory manager Zhao Dezhu, with a technical background, owns three imported five-axis CNC machines, theoretically capable of producing high-precision structural parts. However, business is currently struggling, and a three million yuan loan is due next month, putting him under significant pressure.

"it is good."

Lin Dong seemed to only hear the keywords "meets the requirements" and "under great pressure," which meant that there was a possibility of negotiating an acquisition. "The supply chain is the lifeline that we absolutely cannot allow others to hold us back."

The first step is to have our own core manufacturing capabilities. This factory is our starting point.

He stood up, placed his hands on the table, and scanned Zhang Mingyuan, Zhou Chengyu, and Su Xiaowen with his gaze, giving a clear instruction:

"While I'm away resolving the factory issues, your task is to take action."

"Dr. Zhou, you take the lead in breaking down the goal of 'full-touchscreen smartphones' into a detailed list of all the technical hurdles that must be overcome at the software and algorithm levels."

"Zhang, you're in charge of the hardware. Make a list of all the hardware challenges and potential supply chain risks, including SoC design, motherboard stacking, heat dissipation, and batteries."

"Designer Su, your task is to turn the design drawings into instructions that the factory can execute."

Clearly label the precise dimensions and tolerances of each component, calculate the processing difficulties and costs of the glass and metal casing, and rehearse the entire assembly process of the phone from parts to finished product.

"What I need is not for you to solve the problems now, but for you to bring all the problems together, so that we have a clear understanding of how many difficulties still need to be overcome."

He paused, then looked at the three of them: "Before I return from Dongguan, compile this 'Complete List of Questions.' Any questions?"

Zhou Chengyu and Zhang Mingyuan exchanged a glance, seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes, but even more so, the focused concentration driven by the specific task at hand. Zhou Chengyu nodded first: "Understood. Clarifying the problem is the first step in research and development."

Zhang Mingyuan and Su Xiaowen nodded solemnly in succession.

"Okay." Lin Dong turned and walked towards the door decisively. "Let's get started."

He continued walking, leaving behind two final orders:

"Manager Wang, bring me all the due diligence data from Jingcheng Mould, especially the financial data and equipment list, within five minutes."

"Ah Hao, get the car ready. We're going to Dongguan."

After the door closed, the conference room was silent for a few seconds before it was quickly set ablaze.

The sounds of keyboards clicking, papers turning, and hurried discussions instantly filled the entire space.

The car sped along the highway in the afternoon, leaving the increasingly noisy city of Shenzhen far behind.

Outside the window, the factories and banana groves of the Pearl River Delta stretched out, motionless under the scorching sun.

Inside the car, however, the atmosphere was completely different.

Ah-hao drove with focused attention, his sharp eyes scanning the road ahead, maintaining a steady speed.

Lin Dong sat in the back row, his back slightly leaning back, his eyes closed, but the slight twitching of his eyelids showed that he was not resting.

The speech that had overturned everyone's understanding in the meeting room was still echoing in his mind.

Zhou Chengyu's question hit the nail on the head: Where are the people?

Zhang Mingyuan's subconscious questioning is the instinctive vigilance of a technologist when facing complete disruption.

Su Xiaowen's eyes suddenly became burning hot, even carrying a subtle sense of submission...

Uncle Cai's undisguised worry, and Ah Hao's silent but unwavering devotion...

Faces and reactions flashed through his mind and then lingered.

In that meeting just now, he didn't just drop a business plan, he dropped a bombshell.

He forcibly pushed the newly keeled and even newly named "Eastern Science and Technology" into an unknown sea area known for its towering waves, but whose specific course was unknown to anyone.

The risks are terrifyingly high.

But he had no other choice.

Time is the only bargaining chip he is certain he can hold onto.

Apple's design team is probably currently struggling with the yield rate of capacitive screens, racking their brains over the patent layout of multi-touch, and conducting the Nth round of testing on the tactile feel of that Home button...

These trivial yet crucial "perfectionist expenditures" are the window through which he sprints with all his might.

He opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the scenery rushing past the car window.

This is not just about racing against Apple.

It is a race against the rules of the game defined by the West, a race against the inertia of the "followers" who have been rooted in this land for decades, and even... a race against the path dependence brought about by the overly clear "future memories" in one's own mind.

What he wants to do is not to replicate a better iPhone.

Instead, we will start from scratch and define a completely new, more perfect mobile intelligent interaction paradigm that belongs to the East.

Even he himself felt a pang of unease when he finally voiced this ambition.

But the arrow had already left the bowstring.

From today onward, the four characters "Dongfang Technology" are no longer an empty shell awaiting registration, but a heavy weight carrying the fate of everyone present.

Hardware, software, design... the puzzle is coming together.

Now, he needs to take on the most crucial, yet most easily overlooked, part – manufacturing.

Without top-notch manufacturing capabilities, even the most ingenious designs are castles in the air, and even the most powerful algorithms are just empty words on paper.

Jingcheng Precision Mold was the factory he chose, and he wanted to keep it under his control.

Lin Dong tapped his fingers lightly on his knee, his gaze deepening.

The car passed through the toll station and entered Dongguan.

The streets became slightly chaotic, with huge factory signs and logistics company signs standing on both sides, and the air seemed to be filled with the industrial smell of metal processing and melting plastic.

Uncle Cai's phone rang at just the right moment. He answered it, quickly whispered a few words, and then turned to Lin Dong:

"President Lin, Zhao Dezhu has already arranged a private room at the Chang'an International Hotel for you, saying it's a welcome dinner. Judging from this, he wants to probe our situation first before discussing serious matters."

"Chang'an International Hotel..."

Lin Dong's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile. "He's certainly putting on a good show. Fine, let's see how much 'sincerity' this Boss Zhao really has, and how many 'difficulties' he's hiding."

"Ah Hao, let's go straight to the hotel."

"Yes, Brother Dong."

The black Mercedes turned onto a relatively clean main road, and not far away, a twenty-story building, the "Chang'an International Hotel," with its lavish and opulent decorations, came into view.

Against the backdrop of the surrounding drab industrial area, it stood out conspicuously and...urgently.

Just like Zhao Dezhu's feelings at this moment.

Lin Dong straightened his collar, his eyes regaining their calm and undisturbed expression.