Shockingly, a counterfeit factory has produced a 3-nanometer chip.

Chapter 202 Violence for Violence

"San Sang, what can Nokia offer him?"

A 10% price reduction and a one-month extension on payment terms still can't compete with ours.

Shen Fei nodded silently. As for the price war, he wasn't exaggerating; at this point, no one really dared to follow suit.

Even Sansang wouldn't do.

Huaxing's costs are even lower than theirs...

"Open a store next to our store? No problem, let them open it. We'll stay where we are and see who can't hold on first."

I can afford to lose money in a price war...

Regarding distribution channels, we build our own stores and do not rely on distributors.

Whatever Africa wins, this is how we will win.

Shen Fei nodded again. He believed in Adebayo's abilities and his loyalty.

As for Samsung and Nokia, those outdated storylines still won't work.

"Okay, go do it!"

"There's one more thing," Adebayo reported again, "about what's happening in Vietnam, those threats against our employees."

I've also found out who's behind this.

"Who?"

Shen Fei spoke with a hint of murderous intent, after all, this was a violation of the rules, and this time he was the one who dared to hit his employee.

What about next time?

Could it be his family? Although Zhang Mingzhu's background makes it unlikely that ordinary people would take action.

But if that happens, then things could get really serious.

"Local thugs, hired by someone." Adebayo pulled out a few more photos. "According to our investigation over there, they specialize in this kind of dirty work."

The person who hired them was the head of Gionee Southeast Asia.

Samsung and Nokia also have corresponding plans.

Shen Fei narrowed his eyes as he looked at the photos that had been sent to him.

Wang Kai, standing nearby, asked in confusion, "Wasn't Li Ming removed from his post?"

"He was removed, but he made arrangements before he left." Adebayo pointed to the photos. "These thugs took money and threatened employees at at least five stores."

Two employees have already resigned out of fear.

Where are these people now?

"They're still in XX," Adebayo laughed. "The brothers are taking care of them; they won't let them escape easily."

Wang Kai looked at the photos and remained silent for a few seconds before finally offering a reminder:

"President Adebayor, this is not Africa."

"Don't worry, I know..."

Wang Kai frowned: "Indonesia's laws are very strict, so we need to be careful when we take action. The methods used in Vietnam might not be suitable here."

"I understand," Adebayo said with a smile. "We also abide by the law in Africa, and we do the same in Vietnam."

Shen Fei replied confidently, "Just take action, but try not to give others any leverage against you."

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The next afternoon.

Nokia, Samsung, and Gionee's action teams all began to take action.

Tonight's results were epic, threatening a total of 15 stores...

25 employees immediately expressed their willingness to resign.

So the group went to their usual spot, Rainbow KTV, to celebrate.

Twenty minutes later, three black vans pulled up at the same time.

More than thirty people got off the bus, all of them with dark skin.

The one leading the group was Moon.

Head of Maurizio Transmission Security Company.

He stood at the door and glanced at the KTV sign before more than twenty people filed in.

Several people remained at the entrance, blocking the way back.

Inside the KTV, in the largest private room on the third floor, several young people were drinking and singing.

They hadn't even realized what was happening when the door was pushed open.

Moon walked in and glanced at the people in the private room; there were 12 people.

Then he pulled another photo out of his pocket and matched it with one of the people in the photo.

He closed the door, walked to the coffee table, picked up a bottle of beer, and looked at it.

"Are you drinking it?"

One of the bald men stood up and cursed in English. Moon didn't understand what he was saying, but he could read the expression on his face.

He put down his beer and walked over to the bald man.

"Are you Agong?"

The bald man was stunned for a moment.

"Who are you?"

"Who I am? You don't need to know. You should know very well what I've been doing lately." Moon smiled, his snow-white teeth contrasting with his dark face, making him look like a judge from hell.

"I heard you took money to threaten my people."

The bald man's face changed instantly. He stepped back and reached behind his waist.

Moon didn't give him a chance, punching him in the stomach. The bald man bent over, and before he could even cry out, a second punch landed on his face.

He flew off the wall, slid down, and didn't move. The remaining people wanted to rush over for revenge, but they were stopped by the others.

"Don't rush," Moon waved his hand, "One at a time."

The others stepped forward and pinned the remaining 11 people to the ground.

"How much money did you receive?"

The blond-haired man remained steadfast in his refusal to answer, and Moon sighed.

"I'm a patient person. If you won't tell me when I ask, then don't tell me."

He punched the blond-haired man in the face, who screamed and crouched down, clutching his face.

Just as he was about to continue, the third person knelt down.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! We also got the job from the gang; it was a task from another company."

We don't know how much this task will cost, but each member of our team will receive 2000 million Indonesian Rupiah.

The task was simple: we had to threaten the employees into quitting that night.

Moon crouched down and looked into his eyes.

"2000 million Indonesian Rupiah? How many US dollars is that?"

"Around two thousand US dollars."

"$2000?" Moon stood up. "You dare to touch the person who transmits messages for just $2000?"

He waved.

"take away."

The 12 people were terrified; the old man seemed to be really going for the kill.

They were all pleading desperately.

Twelve people were crammed into a van and taken to a warehouse on the outskirts of Jakarta.

The warehouse was empty, with only a few chairs and a lamp.

Adebayor also appeared there, looking at the people kneeling in front of him.

"Do you know why I brought you here?"

The bald man raised his head, his face covered in bruises.

"Brother, we were wrong! We'll refund your money! Double the amount!"

Please, let us go!

The bald man kept taking a deep breath as he spoke, after all, Moon's punch had hit him pretty hard, and his mouth was still swollen.

"How about this?" Adebayor stood up. "I'll give you two options."

First, I will take you to the police station and charge you with extortion.

Your gang will bail you out, but we'll be building a factory in Indonesia. I believe Indonesian law will be fair. Then you'll see if you get three or five years…”

All five people turned pale.

"The second one..." Adebayo squatted down and slapped him in the face again.

Then she whispered something in front of the bald man...

The bald man's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at the others around him in disbelief, thinking he had misheard.

But at that very moment, Adebayor twitched again. Moon also kicked twice!

"I promise! I promise!"