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

Chapter 133 Clash

Shen Fei glanced at the time; he was 5 minutes ahead of schedule.

He walked around the yard.

That old locust tree, its branches are still bare this season, but you can tell how old it is; it's at least seventy or eighty years old.

After he looked around, the waiter led him into a private room.

The room was small, with an eight-immortal table, four table chairs, and a calligraphy scroll hanging on the wall:

"It's rare to be confused."

The signature is Zheng Banqiao, but Shen Fei knows it's a fake. It's real; it wouldn't be hung in a place like this.

He had just sat down when the door was pushed open.

Lei Jun stood at the door, dressed casually. Upon seeing Shen Fei, he paused, not even letting go of the doorknob. He probably hadn't expected Shen Fei to arrive before him.

"President Shen."

"Mr. Lei."

The two old foxes shook hands with just the right amount of force, like two dragon dance masters testing each other's inner strength.

However, the probing has already begun from here.

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The dishes were ordered in advance; they were Huaiyang cuisine, light and not greasy.

The waiter set out the dishes and then left, leaving the two of them alone.

Shen Fei picked up a piece of stir-fried shrimp with his chopsticks and ate it slowly.

Lei Jun didn't touch his chopsticks, but picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then quietly watched him.

Seeing Shen Fei slowly and deliberately eating, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Shen, what did you want to talk about by inviting me out? You can't possibly be here just to freeload a meal, can you?"

He then burst into laughter.

Shen Fei put down his chopsticks, ignoring his joke: "I heard you've been busy with supply chain matters lately."

However, the first-generation Mi phone sold quite well.

Lei Jun nodded: "Busy, how can you not be busy when you're starting a business?"

The press conference just ended, and the pre-sale data is pretty good; it's worth the effort.

"The number of pre-orders has now reached 50," Shen Fei said. "To achieve this in just one day, I dare say that no other domestic mobile phone brand besides Honor can do it."

Lei Jun's eyebrows twitched; the praise was genuine.

"President Shen is very well-informed."

Shen Fei smiled and said, "We're all in the mobile phone business, what else should we be watching if not our competitors?"

Lei Jun thought quietly for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed: "President Shen, the way you're saying that makes it sound like we're rivals."

Shen Fei looked at him: "Isn't that right?"

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The atmosphere subtly shifted.

Lei Jun didn't answer directly, but picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of braised pork.

"Mr. Shen, do you know what I was thinking before I started making mobile phones?"

Shen Fei remained silent, waiting for him to continue his performance.

"I've been wondering, with such a large mobile phone market in China, why are Nokia, Samsung, and Motorola the only brands? Why can domestic mobile phone manufacturers only produce low-end and knock-off products?"

In the end, domestically produced mobile phones can only work for the supply chain.

As for international brands, they can make a lot of money by using our cheap labor and supply chain, simply by putting their own name on a label.

I really don't understand, and I have many questions in my mind.

He put the braised pork in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

"Later I realized it wasn't that I couldn't make it, it was that I didn't dare to price it. I didn't dare to set a high price, I didn't dare to invest in research and development, and I didn't dare to treat the product like a work of art, like fruit."

He looked at Shen Fei and continued to weave the story.

Shen Fei simply watched him quietly and listened to his story.

That's just right.

However, Lei Jun was right. He didn't dare to set high prices because he was afraid of being stuck with unsold goods. With low prices, the profit margin would naturally be lower, and there would be no money for research and development.

This is also the biggest problem with rice later on.

As for the fruit-themed artworks, just treat them as a joke.

"So I want to make a phone that costs 2000 yuan, but has the same specs as international flagship phones that cost over 4000 yuan. I want to let Chinese consumers know that domestically made phones can also be of good quality and affordable."

Shen Fei took a sip of tea and then nodded affirmatively: "That's a great idea."

"But this idea," Rebus's voice deepened slightly, "was first done by you."

The private room was silent for a few seconds.

Shen Fei did not argue; he picked up the teapot and poured himself another cup.

"Mr. Lei, you mean the Honor Play?"

Lei Jun didn't answer, but his eyes said it all.

That's the expression most likely to appear when a childhood friend snatches away your favorite toy.

There was resentment, anger, and a hint of regret. Regret for acting too slowly.

Shen Fei picked up his teacup and took another sip.

"Mr. Lei, I've also heard rumors that you suspect I stole your proposal. So, let me ask you a question..."

"you say."

Upon hearing Shen Fei bring up the issue, Lei Jun suppressed his anger and inquired about some details.

When did you first think of the price of 1999 yuan?

Lei Jun paused for a moment, then didn't answer.

Shen Fei answered the question for him: "Last summer, right?"

Lei Jun's expression changed.

"Back then, you were still doing angel investing and had looked at dozens of mobile internet projects."

You realize that all successful projects rely on mobile phones, but the phones themselves are still Nokia. You decide to enter this market, creating an internet-enabled phone, priced at 1999 yuan, with top-of-the-line specifications, making money not from hardware but from internet services.

He paused briefly: "Mr. Lei, am I right?"

Lei Jun opened his mouth, unsure how to answer.

These were his deepest thoughts, and the other party actually knew them, so it seems that it was more than just a leak.

So, who exactly was it? Could it be that he drank too much during one of the negotiations?

No, he's always been a good drinker and can hold his liquor!

If none of these are the correct answers, does that mean there really are reborn people in the world?

If this is true, then he's not even worth playing this game.

"Mr. Shen, how did you know?"

Seeing that he wanted to speak directly but didn't dare to ask, Shen Fei smiled and said, "President Lei, don't overthink it. I don't know any strange magic."

I know the reason is because of you.

You posted a message on Weibo last August: Smartphones should be cheaper.

In a November interview, you said that future mobile phones will be the gateway to the Internet.

This is all public information; many people can see it.

As for 1999, that was indeed a coincidence, and of course it was also related to our Transsion S1.

The Honor Play is the real upgrade to the Transsion S1. We didn't sell that phone for much in Africa, just over 2000 yuan.

Switching to the domestic market, to reward consumers, some configurations were slightly upgraded, and to boost sales even further, 1999 became the best option.

He saw Lei Jun and said, "So I didn't steal your idea. I just thought the same thing as you."

Lei Jun remained silent.

He recalled last summer when he was in his office in the Yingu Building, sketching and writing on a whiteboard, drawing the first prototype of a rice grain.

At that time, he thought that he was the only one who had this idea.

Ordinary people would never think of this selling point.

For example, Huangzhang, the publisher of the first domestically produced smartphone in Taiwan, still did not engage in any marketing even after the price was reduced to 1999.

Sales remain as dismal as ever.

He thought everyone was like Huang Zhang, but now Shen Fei tells him: many people can think of it, the difference is who does it first.

Of course, Huangzhang truly brought this upon himself.