Wan Feng stayed in Tai Tam Village for another day, waiting for the switch.

Although the switch was loaded on the truck on the 1st, it has not arrived today.

On the 5th, the switch finally arrived in Xiwan after five days on the truck.

In order to prevent bumps on the road, the switch was covered with countless shock-absorbing layers, like a round panda that was lifted off the car.

The switch was unloaded from the vehicle of Zhang Shiqian's team and loaded onto the vehicle of the team hired by Tengkang. It took two or three hours to be pulled to the yard of Tengkang's production team in Buji, Shenzhen, which serves as a warehouse.

The first thing Wan Feng did after arriving in Shenzhen was to call Yin Zhenfei.

"Mr. Yin! I have brought the equipment to Shenzhen for you. When will you have time to bring someone over to take a look?"

Yin Zhenfei is looking sad now. He has been having a very difficult time this year.

As of now, Warwick Company only has one dollar and forty cents left in its account.

If we can't think of any solution for a few more days, the company will be shut down.

At this time, he was walking around in his simple office like an ant on a hot pot. He was walking distractedly when the phone suddenly rang.

Yin Zhenfei didn't dare to answer the phone for a long time. He was not sure whether the call was for billing.

He received a lot of calls like this during the Chinese New Year, and he had to answer ten or eight calls every day.

As a result, whenever he hears the phone ringing, he gets frightened.

But it's not a problem if he doesn't answer. I owe people money but I'm not a defaulter. I just don't have the money right now, so I want to talk to him a little bit and deal with it first.

Extending his head and shrinking his head are also the same. Yin Zhenfei picked up the phone without hesitation and heard Wan Feng's words.

It's not a bill.

Yin Zhenfei felt relieved at first and then became confused: "Who are you? Do I know you?"

"Ah? Have you forgotten me? I am Wan Feng!"

"Wan Feng? Who is Wan Feng?"

Wan Feng was speechless. Why did this old man's memory deteriorate? Only more than two months had passed.

"Do you still remember the young man you talked to at the Shenzhen Business Association?"

"Little liar!" Yin Zhenfei remembered.

How could Wan Feng, this depressed old man, be so sure that he was a liar?

"Mr. Yin! This is your fault. Didn't I tell you that I'm not a liar? Let me tell you important things three times. I'm not a liar. I'm not a liar."

"Okay! You are not a liar. What did you just say?"

"I brought the program-controlled switch we manufactured to Shenzhen, including the drawings! Bring a few technicians over to take a look!"

In an instant, Yin Zhenfei's head was filled with blood, and his vision went dark.

Switch? By the way, I was cheated last time... I took the blueprint of the switch back.

So this guy was really created? "Then where are you?"

Wan Feng gave a detailed address.

"I'll be there in half an hour!"

Yin Zhenfei hung up the phone after writing down the address, and rushed out of the office like a crowd.

Yin Zhenfei's small factory is located in a relatively remote place, a little far away from Huaqiang North.

The yard is not big, and more than 20 employees are sitting idle in the yard. No one talks, and the atmosphere is quite depressed.

"Master Qian, Master Zhou, Master Wang! Bring your tools and follow me."

The three employees, who were in their thirties to forties, stood up as soon as they cleared the floor and ran quickly to the workshop to get their bags.

Soon three masters came out of the workshop: "Director! Where are you going?"

"Go to a place in Buji."

Just as Yin Zhenfei and three masters walked out of the gate of the small factory, a Blue Bird car screeched to a stop in front of Yin Zhenfei.

A well-oiled middle-aged man got out of the car.

In China at that time, there were very few people with belly, and Shenzhen was no exception.

But this middle-aged man got out of the car with a bulging belly, and then two people who looked like bodyguards also got out of the car and stood behind the fat man.

"Where are you going, Boss Yin?"

Yin Zhenfei frowned when he saw the other party: "Boss Yi! Which cloud made the wrong rain and brought you here?"

"Let me see how you are doing, Boss Yin. I said that people with too strong personalities will not work in this world. If you turn around now, I will hand over my products to you as an agent."

This fat man's name is Yi Zhongyun, a manager of a company in Hunan and Hong Kong called Kang Hui, who specializes in program-controlled switches.

The program-controlled switchboard that Yin Zhenfei originally represented belonged to his family.

"Boss Yi! Haven't you already stopped selling our goods? What do you mean you are coming back to me? There is no one to represent your products?"

"As long as you obey, I will let you act as my agent."

Yin Zhenfei snorted: "Ha! Boss Yi! Your company increases prices at will, doesn't care about the agent's opinions, and doesn't have any basic respect for me as an agent. You can forget about the poor quality of the product and never care about after-sales service. I'd like to thank your brother-in-law

reaction reaction, you little

My brother-in-law glared at me, and even cut off our goods. Who is the boss of Kang Hui? You are a company with no credibility at all, but you always act like you are superior. I even have some backbone.

If I don’t serve you, please ask someone else to do it.”

Yi Zhongyun laughed for two days: "Boss Yin! You are so bad, you are too angry. People of your age should not get angry all the time, otherwise you will not live long."

"I don't need you to worry about how many days I can live. I have to go out to do something. Please drive your car away and don't block the entrance of my factory."

Yi Zhongyun held his waist with his hands and raised his face wearing a pair of big glasses to take a good look at Yin Zhenfei's small factory.

The small factory is an old-fashioned building, with an earthen house and a small courtyard. The sign of Warwick Program-Controlled Switch Factory hanging at the door is mottled.

"What do you think, I buy this small factory of yours and build a joint venture factory? This place is good. I'm going to talk to the leaders of Shenzhen City."

Yin Zhenfei's eyes darkened. He rented this small factory from someone else. If Yi Zhongyun really wanted to buy this land, it wouldn't be a problem at all.

The Shenzhen government has no immunity against Hong Kong businessmen. If you want to buy something, you will not only get it right away, but it will also cost you very little.

But what about his Warwick?

Does he still have the funds to rent a place and open a factory?

"Boss Yi! They say you should leave a side of yourself so that we can meet each other in the future. Isn't it too much for you to do this?"

"Hahahaha! It depends on the identity of both parties to save a side. If the status is equal, of course you will save a side. But why do you, a disobedient person with no background, ask me to save a side for you? You are causing me to miss this time.

I’ve made a lot of money, and I’ll leave some for you.”

Yin Zhenfei is so tired. Your company has taken the initiative to cut off supply. Now you are complaining that we have made you less money.
Chapter completed!