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Chapter 195 Temple King 8 More

Shen Fei frowned. It seemed he wasn't the only one who knew how to play the game of simple, unpretentious business warfare.

There are also experts.

Who's behind that?

"San Sang's Vietnamese lobbying team. They bribed several officials and tried to obstruct us."

Shen Fei thought about it and decided to entrust the task to him; he didn't trust anyone else with it.

"Adebayor, fly to Hanoi yourself. Tell them one thing..."

"What?"

"The same tactics Transsion employs in Africa as they do in Southeast Asia. If you want to play dirty tricks, we'll play along to the end."

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There are quite a few scoundrels in the Southeast Asian market. Just after resolving the procedural issues, San Sang has started making moves again. It seems that Lee Kun-hee has not given up after all.

Meanwhile, Wang Hua received another invitation to a treacherous banquet. It was a dinner hosted by Li Ming, the head of Gionee Mobile's Southeast Asia operations.

The restaurant is called "Royal Dynasty Seafood," and it's one of the top Chinese restaurants in Jakarta.

Located on the most bustling commercial street in the South District, the building has 5 floors.

The cars parked outside were all Mercedes-Benz or BMWs. Their license plates were all consecutive numbers; in Jakarta, these consecutive license plates are more telling than the cars themselves.

Wang Hua deliberately arrived two minutes late, but Li Ming still waited patiently at the door.

"Mr. Wang, it's an honor to meet you."

He reached out his hand, smiling as if he were seeing a close brother.

Li Ming was around 40 years old, of medium build, not very tall, but he had his hair slicked back and wore a Rolex on his wrist.

He is a local from Southeast Asia, having spent eight years in Indonesia. He is known in the industry as a "local bigwig" and had previously served as the head of several brands. However, he switched to Gionee Mobile in 2007.

He's a very intelligent person, and in just a few years, he became the head of a regional department.

He relied on his honey badger-like fighting prowess, ready to fight anyone who disagreed, but he also possessed a slight understanding of strategy.

and so……

"Mr. Li, you're too kind." Wang Hua grasped his hand. "I'm so sorry, there was a bit of traffic on the way. I couldn't possibly have made you wait at the door for so long."

"Of course, of course!" He enthusiastically led Wang Hua inside, "I've heard about the battles Chuanyin fought in Africa."

The news that Sansang's African division was forced to withdraw by your forces has gone viral in the industry.

We're both Chinese manufacturers, so we need to have a good drink together today. Tell me how you did it, and we can learn from you.

Wang Hua smiled but didn't reply.

The private room was on the 5th floor. Li Ming certainly had the means; he booked the largest room, which also had the best view. Through the window, one could see the bustling night view outside.

The dishes were already laid out on the table.

Steamed grouper, boiled shrimp, and my personal favorite braised sea cucumber with scallions... The taste is hard to describe, but the price is good.

"I just ordered a few dishes; I don't know if they'll suit Mr. Wang's taste?"

Without waiting for a reply, Li Ming poured Wang Hua a full glass of wine.

"Come on, let's have a drink to welcome Mr. Wang to Jakarta."

Wang Hua picked up his wine glass, clinked it against his, and took a sip.

"Why did you quit, Mr. Wang?" He looked at the cup in Wang Hua's hand. "This is Moutai. I had someone bring it from China."

"I can't hold my liquor, please forgive me, Mr. Li." She put down her glass. "I have things to do tomorrow, so I can't drink too much."

"Mr. Wang, you're not giving me face." His smile remained unchanged, but his tone had taken on a different meaning. "How can you make friends in Jakarta if you don't drink?"

"Making friends doesn't necessarily mean drinking together."

Wang Hua picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of fish, ignoring his threat.

Who are they? How dare they threaten her? This isn't China. Transsion's security team isn't to be trifled with.

"This grouper is quite good; it tastes almost the same as what I had in Guangzhou. Mr. Li is very thoughtful."

Li Ming looked at her, his smile froze for a second, then he burst into laughter:

"Mr. Wang is such a straightforward person! Fine, I won't drink then, so as not to let word get out that I'm bullying a woman."

Let's eat and chat.

He served Wang Hua some food, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Mr. Shen, to be honest, I've heard about your company's plans to come to Southeast Asia for a while now." He put down his cup. "With such a good business in Africa and China, it was only a matter of time before you came to Southeast Asia."

But there are some things I need to say, things I've been keeping to myself.

"Please go ahead, Mr. Li."

"Southeast Asia is a murky place." He looked at Wang Hua and said sincerely, "The market looks big, with hundreds of millions of shipments every year in the whole region, but very few of them actually get to eat."

Nokia, Samsung, and BlackBerry, these three major brands account for 70% of the market.

The remaining scraps were fought over by more than a dozen brands.

"If everyone grabs at the end, no one will get enough to eat."

Wang Hua didn't respond, but continued eating, nodding occasionally.

Everyone knows it's a trap.

What's the point of not eating then? Are you just going to listen to his bragging and threats?

Do you really think the security team is a pushover?

The first batch of people who arrived were all successful in the African market, and some of them even had more than one "Martial Soul".

Wang Hua put down her chopsticks and looked him over. This "sincerity" reminded her of Lei Jun, a prominent figure in China.

Li Ming is definitely capable of working with him.

"We've been in Indonesia for three years now, starting from scratch, and now we can sell over a million units a year."

He held up one finger.

"One million units may not sound like much, but in this market, it already puts us among the top three domestic brands."

How did you do it? Just two words.

"rule?"

Upon hearing these familiar characters, Wang Hua became interested, wiped his mouth, and looked at him.

"What are the rules?"

"You know the rules." He smiled. "Indonesia is different from Africa."

You can conquer Africa with your products because there are no rules there.

There are many rules in Indonesia, influenced by Chinese culture.

They've learned all those bad habits, like emphasizing personal relationships, connections, and cliques.

"If you don't understand these things, even the best product won't sell."

Wang Hua put down her chopsticks and looked at him with a teasing expression:

"Does Mr. Li mean that we, as the communication providers, don't know the proper etiquette?"

"That's not what I meant." He waved his hand, continuing with that "I'm doing this for your own good" expression.

"I mean, you're new here, so there are some things you might not know."

For example, with distributors, do you think you can just find the right person to stock your products?

That's wrong. Behind the distributors are families, behind the families are chambers of commerce, and behind the chambers of commerce are the political world. It's all interconnected. If you contact the wrong person, everything will fall apart.

As for their own sales channels, there's not much more to say. The people here are even more cunning than those in China; once you pay, they won't check you.

"Wrong, completely wrong! The more money you pay, the more they'll investigate you, because you haven't given it to everyone."

At this point, Li Ming also became excited. Fortunately, this was a private room with good soundproofing.

"So, Mr. Li, what suggestions do you have?"

Wang Hua watched his performance quietly, wondering what tricks this bastard could possibly pull.

"I wouldn't presume to offer advice." He poured Wang Hua a cup of tea. "I just wanted to remind President Wang and President Shen behind him of something."

Southeast Asia is a continent that one person cannot conquer alone.

We're all from China, so let's look out for each other and not trespass on anyone else's territory.

Wang Hua picked up the teacup, blew on it, and then looked at him with a playful expression.

"What territory is Mr. Li referring to?"