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Time seemed to stand still at this moment, with only the hands of the wall clock making a soft "tick-tock" sound.
A moment later, He Tian straightened his back, leaned forward slightly, and his originally deep eyes now held a probing light, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky.
He spoke with great interest, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching He Yuzhu's ears:
"I heard your radio business is booming, and you're even recruiting franchisees?"
After saying that, he placed the teacup back on the table steadily, put his hands naturally on his knees, and subconsciously leaned closer. His eagerness clearly showed that he was very interested in He Yuzhu's business.
He Yuzhu, with a warm smile on his lips, waved his hand unhurriedly and explained in a very patient tone:
"Mr. He, strictly speaking, it's not quite accurate to describe our cooperation as a 'franchise'."
I can provide a complete set of radio parts and comprehensive solutions for partners like you who are interested in cooperation.
"Just think about it, once you purchase the parts I provide and organize the workforce for assembly, you can quickly start selling your products and opening up your own market."
He explained the process clearly and logically, while gesturing with his hands in the air to demonstrate the assembly of parts, hoping to help He Tian understand the process more intuitively and clearly.
He picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and explained earnestly:
"In the early days, in order to earn that little profit from assembly, we would assemble the radios perfectly before shipping them. Our customers were mostly foreign, and our products were exported overseas through all sorts of channels."
But who could have predicted that business would go on a crazy rampage, growing rapidly all the way up?
The space in this factory is becoming increasingly cramped, like a sponge that has been squeezed dry.
Moreover, local customers are springing up like mushrooms after rain.
The old business model, faced with this new situation, is like trying to fit a small foot with shoes that are too big—it just doesn't fit and simply can't meet the demand.
At this point, he put down his teacup and clasped his hands together forcefully in the air. "So, I gritted my teeth and decisively changed my business strategy."
Now, we not only provide hardware such as transistor components, circuit boards, housings, and antennas, but also have a professional technical support team that provides training specifically for our partners' employees.
In this way, the space no longer needs to be completely occupied by the assembly process, and manpower is no longer needed to be spent on a lot of repetitive assembly, which immediately reduces costs.
More importantly, it allows for more efficient alignment with market demands, ensuring satisfaction for both local customers and long-term overseas clients.
Upon hearing this plan, He Tian nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of admiration, and said excitedly:
"This is fantastic! This way, we can recruit more workers to increase production and expand our scale. By joining hands and leveraging our respective strengths and resources, I believe we can achieve mutual benefit and win-win results!"
As he spoke, he unconsciously clenched his fist, full of confidence in the prospects of the cooperation, as if he could already see the dawn of success, and in his mind he could picture a prosperous scene of machines roaring in the factory, products being produced in an endless stream, and market share gradually expanding.
"That's right, I look forward to a successful collaboration!"
He Yuzhu smiled broadly, his eyes filled with excitement and surprise, and reached out to shake hands firmly with the other person.
He never imagined that in this seemingly ordinary social setting, the deal would be settled so smoothly, as if everything were going by effortlessly.
Looking back on his experiences in Macau, he felt incredibly fortunate and realized that his trip had been incredibly rewarding, with every effort yielding returns far exceeding his expectations.
The industrial building in Kwun Tong has officially started production amidst much anticipation. The modern production lines are humming day and night, and the output of transistors is expanding at an astonishing rate.
He Tian knew that the most urgent task at hand was to arrange a suitable site as soon as possible and begin training the workers. Only after the training was successfully completed could the factory smoothly purchase transistors from He Yuzhu, thereby meeting the eager market demand in a timely manner.
At this moment, He Tian sat alone in his office, surrounded by a mountain of documents, but he had no interest in them whatsoever.
His brows were furrowed, his eyes focused and deep, as he silently planned each step of the project, repeatedly considering how to implement the cooperation as quickly as possible, put the factory's development on the fast track, and seize the initiative in the fierce market competition.
After a few rounds of drinks, everyone was in high spirits, and the conversation gradually shifted from everyday matters to anecdotes and stories from the business world.
Macau and the mainland have always maintained close ties and a strong relationship. However, Ho Yu-chu had no interest in expanding his business empire in Macau.
The area of Haojiang is cramped, and its economic structure mainly relies on tourism. The market size is relatively limited, making it difficult to support his grand vision.
In contrast, the vast and boundless land of the mainland is full of untapped business opportunities, like a treasure trove waiting to be opened. This is the business battlefield that He Yuzhu is focused on. In his eyes, the unlimited potential of the mainland market is the direction that is truly worth fighting for.
Henry Fok's meticulously planned smuggling routes were extremely ingenious. He first arranged for people to secretly transport goods from the bustling Hong Kong to the Pearl River Delta, using the complex waterway environment of the Pearl River Delta for initial concealment and transshipment. Then, through land ports, he used seemingly ordinary transport convoys to quietly transfer the goods to the mainland.
However, while this mode of transportation is highly covert, its scale is severely limited.
Whenever the volume of transported goods increases and the frequency of exchanges increases, it is easy to arouse the vigilance of various forces, especially the close attention of customs and law enforcement agencies.
To truly expand transportation capacity and meet growing demand, opening up new sea routes has become an urgent necessity.
However, venturing into the maritime shipping sector brought a host of new challenges, the most pressing of which was the rampant problem of piracy.
Despite the strong crackdown by the authorities, which has successfully defeated powerful and well-equipped pirate gangs, many hidden dangers still exist on the vast sea.
Many small boats are frequently attacked by small groups of pirates controlled by organized crime. These pirates are extremely cunning. On weekdays, they disguise their pirate ships as ordinary fishing boats, dress in fishermen's clothing, and pretend to work leisurely at sea, just like real fishermen.
Once night falls and they are alone, they transform themselves, driving modified, extremely fast speedboats. Under the cover of darkness, they patrol various routes, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Once they find a suitable target, they quickly launch an attack and carry out robbery, posing a great threat to maritime transport.
Sea and land transportation each have their advantages and disadvantages. Although the former has a large transport volume, it is fraught with risks; the latter is relatively safe, but it is difficult to increase its scale.
The group sat together and began a heated discussion, each offering their unique perspectives and trying to find a better transportation solution from the complex situation to break the current predicament.
As a newcomer to the industry, He Yuzhu naturally became the "special attention target" in everyone's eyes. Everyone raised their glasses and enthusiastically toasted him, intending to get this newcomer drunk.
He Yuzhu was naturally outgoing and generous. Faced with the barrage of attacks from the crowd, he not only showed no fear, but also accepted every challenge. He tilted his head back, raised his glass, and drank one glass after another. The wine flowed down his throat like water, instantly turning into a warm sensation that gradually spread throughout his body.
Soon, a faint blush appeared on his face, and his eyes began to show a hint of dazedness.
Before I knew it, the hour hand of the wall clock had quietly pointed to a little past ten.
At this moment, He Yuzhu was already somewhat drunk, as was Huo Yingdong beside him. Although their steps were slightly unsteady, they were still relatively clear-headed.
With everyone carefully helping them, He Yuzhu and Huo Yingdong leaned on each other and slowly walked towards their hotel room, preparing to rest for a while and end their busy and fulfilling day.
The others were all locals from Macau. After the gathering, they were like weary birds returning to their nests, each embarking on their journey home.
Although Ho Hung-sam resides in Hong Kong, he also has a residence in Macau, where his gentle and virtuous wife has been waiting for him for a long time. The warmth of home is quietly calling to him.
He Yuzhu and Huo Yingdong had traveled a long way from Hong Kong, and their fatigue from the journey was evident on their faces. They were then properly accommodated in a room at an international hotel.
Stepping into the guest room, you are greeted by a warm and comfortable atmosphere, with warm yellow lights shining down and the soft bed seemingly extending a gentle invitation.
After a quick wash to wash away the dust of their journey, the two eagerly collapsed onto the bed.
Soon, even breathing filled the room, and they quickly drifted off to sleep, bringing a perfect end to this busy and fulfilling day.
He Yuzhu staggered back to his room, his head buzzing as if countless tiny insects had crawled into it, making him feel dizzy and disoriented.
He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the annoying dizziness, but the sensation was like a clingy shadow that he couldn't shake off.
My legs felt like they were walking on cotton, weak and unsteady, and every step was difficult. I finally staggered to the bathroom door.
Standing in front of the sink, he reached out and turned on the faucet. Cold water gushed out, splashing against the sink and creating sprays.
He quickly scooped up the water with both hands and splashed it forcefully onto his face without hesitation. The icy water instantly soaked his hair and clothes, irritating his skin and making him shiver involuntarily.
After all that commotion, my mind seemed to clear up a bit, but I still felt a dull ache in my temples, like a blunt knife gently pulling at me.
Just as he was about to turn and leave the bathroom, a soft, rhythmic knocking sounded suddenly, "knock, knock, knock." In the almost suffocating silence of the room, each knock sounded exceptionally clear, as if it were striking his heart.
"Who?"
He Yuzhu's brows furrowed into a deep frown, his voice filled with doubt and wariness. In this unfamiliar place, such a late-night visit made him feel uneasy.
"Sir, I've brought you some hangover soup."
A clear and melodious sound came from outside the door, like a mountain spring flowing, carrying a touch of sweetness and gentleness, which made people feel at ease in this tranquil atmosphere.
Hearing the knock on the door, He Yuzhu frowned slightly, wondering to himself that he hadn't ordered any hangover soup. What was going on?
But the voice outside the door was full of sincerity. Out of politeness he had developed over the years, he still endured the headache and heaviness in his body caused by the hangover, slowly got up, and dragged his somewhat unsteady steps toward the door.
When he reached the door, he reached out, grasped the doorknob, and gently turned it to open the door.
The first thing that catches the eye is a petite Southeast Asian waitress. She is wearing the hotel's uniform, which has obviously been carefully ironed, with every crease neatly defined, showing a sense of competence and cleanliness.
A food delivery cart was parked next to her, with a bowl of steaming hangover soup on it. Wisps of steam rose from the soup, as if conveying warmth to He Yuzhu.
Next to the hangover soup was an exquisite plate filled with late-night snacks. The snacks were all different shapes, some round and cute, others uniquely designed, clearly the result of the chefs' careful preparation.
Chapter 558 Waitress
When the door opened, the Southeast Asian waitress's lips quickly curved into a sweet smile, a smile as warm as the spring sun, seemingly possessing the magic to dispel the gloom in He Yuzhu's heart.
“Sir, this was specially arranged by Mr. He.” Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu thought for a moment and then nodded in response, “Oh, then come in.”
Having said that, she stepped aside to let her push the cart in. The Southeast Asian waitress stepped lightly into the room, and when she turned to close the door, her movements were extremely gentle, as if she were afraid of making the slightest sound to disturb He Yuzhu.
Then, she firmly grasped the handles of the food cart with both hands and pushed it step by step to the table.
With practiced ease, she carefully placed the hangover soup on the table, then arranged the desserts one by one. Every movement was smooth and natural, done in one go, clearly the result of countless repetitions.
After doing all this, she did not turn around and leave. Instead, she stood with her feet together, bowed deeply to He Yuzhu, and said in a clear and polite voice, "Please enjoy your meal, sir."
He Yuzhu slowly sat down on the carved mahogany chair, his gaze fixed on the bowl of hangover soup on the table, which was still steaming hot.
He reached out, and the moment his broad palm touched the bowl, he felt a wave of heat. But his eagerness to dispel the discomfort overwhelmed him. He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing, and gulped down the hangover soup in one go, a few drops of soup sliding down the corners of his mouth.
He put down his bowl, casually wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and then looked up to see the Southeast Asian waitress standing ramrod straight to the side, motionless like a statue. "Why aren't you leaving yet?"
He frowned slightly, his eyes full of doubt, and his tone unconsciously carried a hint of inquiry as he looked directly at the other person.
The Nanyang waitress smiled sweetly, like a flower blooming in spring, with just the right amount of shyness and enthusiasm.
She moved with light, graceful steps, each step like a carefully choreographed dance, like a begonia swaying in the breeze, moving swiftly and elegantly forward.
She extended her slender, jade-like hand, her fingers like tender bamboo shoots in spring, fair and long, and steadily took the empty bowl from He Yuzhu's hand with gentle and elegant movements, as if she were handling a rare treasure, before placing it steadily on the table.
She bowed slightly, her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was as sweet and melodious as a nightingale's song: "Sir, I have come to serve you at the request of Mr. He."