Chapter 644: 22 Billion Gross Profit and Two Recruited Laborers! Ma Wenteng and Zhou Hongyi at the Same Table for the First Time

Chapter 644: Chapter 460: 22 Billion Gross Profit and Two Recruited Laborers! Ma Wenteng and Zhou Hongyi at the Same Table for the First Time

August 11th, an ordinary Sunday.

After several days apart, Chen Yansen met with Wang Chuanfu and Zeng Yuqun again in a conference room at the Science and Technology Park.

“Congratulations, President Chen, on successfully securing the energy storage order from the Middle East.”

Wang Chuanfu offered the compliment with a smile, but inwardly, his heart was bleeding.

If Deep Blue Battery hadn’t burst onto the scene, this 6 billion US Dollar energy storage battery order would have most likely fallen into his hands.

Unfortunately, there are no “what ifs” in life.

Now, relying on the network and connections he had built over many years, he had managed to get a major figure to step in and help BYD secure an OEM manufacturing contract from Deep Blue Technology.

As for technology licensing?

Not a chance!

Chen Yansen absolutely refused!

“Deep Blue Technology will provide the production materials. For every 1 kWh of battery products BYD and Ningde Era manufacture, you will receive an OEM fee of 120 Hua Yuan. Do either of you have any objections?”

Chen Yansen took out the pre-drafted contracts and had Meng Yun hand them to the two men.

120 Yuan?

Hua Yuan, of course, not US Dollars.

Chen Yansen was making 260 US Dollars per kWh, and he was giving BYD and Ningde Era an OEM fee of 120 Hua Yuan per kWh. He thought he was being quite generous.

BYD’s annual production capacity was 1.6 million kWh. By that calculation, if they ran at full capacity, they could earn 192 million Hua Yuan a year.

Of course, for an industry veteran like Wang Chuanfu, expanding production capacity wasn’t a difficult task.

The Middle East energy storage order was for a massive 15 million kWh. Even if he and Zeng Yuqun joined forces, they would have to expand their current production lines seven or eightfold to tackle this tough job.

A total of 1.8 billion Hua Yuan in profit!

Wang Chuanfu and Zeng Yuqun exchanged a look, then picked up the pens on the table and unhesitatingly signed their names on the dotted lines.

They both knew full well that even if they refused, Senlian Capital could easily find other OEM manufacturers in the country with its influence.

Who would be foolish enough to turn down money?

They had already called in favors; they couldn’t just give up now.

Seeing the two of them sign obediently, a smile appeared on Chen Yansen’s face.

The scene before him was exactly as he had envisioned.

The reason he hadn’t even offered the OEM business to Wang Chuanfu and Zeng Yuqun last time was mainly to drive down the price.

The eager party never gets the best deal. Only by waiting for others to come begging could he push the price down to a satisfactory number.

This 120 Hua Yuan wouldn’t be easy money. After accounting for production line depreciation, electricity, and labor costs, BYD and Ningde Era wouldn’t actually be making much.

That afternoon, Chen Yansen saw the two men off.

He did a rough calculation. After deducting costs and OEM fees, the energy storage contract from the Middle East would bring in a gross profit of 22 billion Hua Yuan for Deep Blue Technology.

That was more than a 50% profit margin!

“Sweet!”

President Chen grinned. For the first time, he had a much clearer understanding of the enormous profits brought by cutting-edge technology.

To put it in perspective, in 2012, the combined gross profit of over a dozen companies, including Pinbei, Clound Speed, and Orange Technology, was only 24 billion.

Deep Blue Battery had just launched, and a single order had already earned the equivalent of the entire group’s annual income. Its money-making ability was plain to see.

After finishing his work, Chen Yansen took a car back to the Delta Villa.

As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Song Yuncheng, wearing an apron, walking out of the kitchen with a plate of salted egg yolk chicken wings.

“Master, did everything go smoothly?” Song Yuncheng asked softly.

“Wang Chuanfu and Zeng Yuqun didn’t dare to haggle,” Chen Yansen summarized simply.

In his view, if BYD and Ningde Era didn’t know what was good for them, he would just find another batch of OEM manufacturers.

There were plenty of companies in the country eager to earn this OEM fee!

“Dinner is ready. I also made a bamboo shoot and old duck soup. Should I get you a bowl first?” Song Yuncheng asked with a beaming smile, her eyes crinkling as she leaned in close to President Chen.

“Mhm.”

Chen Yansen nodded, followed President Song into the kitchen, and washed his hands.

For some reason, a scene from a few days ago flashed through his mind, and he instantly lost his appetite.

He walked up behind Song Yuncheng and lifted her onto the kitchen counter.

“What are you doing?” Song Yuncheng exclaimed, asking with a playful reproach as she held a bowl in her left hand and a spoon in her right.

“Trying a new scene,” Chen Yansen said with a wicked grin.

“The food will get cold. Let’s eat first,” Song Yuncheng coaxed in a soft, gentle voice, thinking, ‘What on earth is this guy thinking about all day?’

‘How can we do it here?’

“It’s fine. I’ll be quick,” Chen Yansen said, telling a bald-faced lie.

Song Yuncheng sighed. She was helpless against Chen Yansen and could only obediently cooperate with President Chen’s little quirk.

Just as she was about to put down the bowl and spoon, she heard Chen Yansen say, “Don’t put them down. This is the feeling I’m going for.”

…

…

In the early hours of the morning, the first week’s sales figures for the Orange Q1 were released. A total of 374,000 units were sold, with sales revenue of 373 million and a gross profit of less than 30 million.

But the greatest value of Orange Car Industry was that it could generate tens of thousands of strands of Human Dao Fire for Chen Yansen each year.

Huddled in his office, Cheng Zilong looked through the sales summary data from headquarters and felt incredibly motivated.

He was a seasoned veteran of the electric vehicle industry and knew the significance of selling 374,000 units in a single week.

After all, the total annual sales of electric vehicles nationwide were less than 25 million. At this rate, Orange Car Industry could break into the industry’s top tier by the end of the year.

The current problems were insufficient production capacity and a shortage of skilled operators.

The production line issue was the easiest to solve. Chen Yansen was very generous with funding and had placed orders with suppliers immediately.

The night outside was dark. Cheng Zilong rubbed his throbbing temples, glanced at the bottom right corner of his computer, and saw it was almost one in the morning. He quickly closed his laptop and hurried out.

「Several hours later, the sky began to brighten.」

Chen Yansen and Zhou Shouzhi boarded a private jet at Peng City Guanyin Airport, bound for Yanjing.

At the same time, Liang Bo, Huang Zheng, Zhang Yinjia, Liao Wei, Xiao Jun, Zhang Yiming, and others were also heading to Yanjing, either by plane or high-speed rail.

Similar to the last Hua Country Internet Conference, a great number of companies under Senlian Capital had been invited.

While others were going to a conference, Chen Yansen looked like he was heading to a mid-year corporate summit for his own group, with a massive entourage in tow.

「Meanwhile.」

Thousands of meters in the air, Zhou Shouzhi glanced at Ye Qiuping, then at Chen Yansen, before pulling out a document and reading it with focused attention.

Chen Yansen shot Lao Zhou a glance. He had tried to talk to him, but it was no use.

The guy had only one word carved into his very bones—hustle!

He had previously given Zhou Shouzhi a five-day vacation, but Lao Zhou only went home for two days. On the third day, he was out meeting with operators and distributors from North America.

After careful consideration, Chen Yansen had promoted Lao Zhou ahead of schedule, changing his position from Chief Financial Officer to CEO.

Therefore, this was also Zhou Shouzhi’s first time attending an industry networking event as the CEO of Orange Technology.

Ye Qiuping had a laptop on the table in front of her. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she worked on refining the Q4 business plan for the Star Shine Card.

Chen Yansen poured himself a glass of whiskey, leaned back on the sofa, and gazed out at the thick clouds. He took a small sip and mentally planned his upcoming schedule.

Li Yanhong wanted to admit defeat but couldn’t bring himself to lose face, so he sought out Zhang Chaoyang to mediate.

Old Zhang’s attitude was clear: I’m not getting involved in your business.

Helpless, Li Yanhong pulled several strings and found Zheng Shengyu of the General Postal Association, only to be rejected before he could even speak.

No one was willing to be the peacemaker!

After much thought, Li Yanhong bit the bullet and called Chen Yansen. His intention was simple: end the subsidy war and return to rational competition.

“President Li, I don’t understand how you managed to grow Qian Du to a 20 billion US Dollar market cap. Business is like a battlefield; there are only winners and losers, never a truce halfway through.”

Chen Yansen berated Li Yanhong without holding back.

You think you can start it when you want and end it when you want?

Is this a game to you?

Before the war even began, President Chen had set the tone with Pei Yi, Cheng Weixing, Xiao Jun, Zhang Yiming, and the others: first, sink 10 billion in funds. If they couldn’t kill Qian Du, they would at least cripple it.

Li Yanhong wants to stop?

No way!

Even if Chen Yansen were willing, Zhou Hongyi wouldn’t agree.

Zhang Chaoyang appeared indifferent to fame and fortune on the surface, but recently he had been holding frequent meetings with Wang Xiaochuan, setting Sogou Search’s market share target at 10%.

Everyone knew the search business pie in the country was a fixed size. If Sogou wanted to increase its market share, it had to snatch it from Qian Du.

Although Ma Wenteng wasn’t as high-profile as Zhou Hongyi, after Penguin Soso’s business was merged into Sogou, he had been funneling a lot of traffic to Penguin Soso and Sogou Search, both overtly and covertly.

Simply put, under Chen Yansen’s leadership, Zhou Hongyi, Zhang Chaoyang, and Ma Wenteng had all fallen in line, each wanting to take a juicy bite out of Qian Du.

Once some things are set in motion, they can’t be stopped until the goal is achieved.

As for Li Yanhong’s idea, Chen Yansen’s assessment was: very silly and very naive.

Repeatedly rejected, Li Yanhong finally faced reality.

It was do or die!

This time, he didn’t listen to his wife. He personally monitored the data all day, pulled Gong Zhenbing, Wang Zhongpu, and Xiang Hailong into the same conference room, and formed an ‘O2O Combat Division’, preparing to fight Senlian Capital to the bitter end.

At 11:30 AM, Chen Yansen’s plane landed at Yanjing Airport.

Just as he exited the airport, a Maybach 62S with Yanjing license plates slowly pulled up, followed by a Mercedes MPV.

“Boss!” As soon as the car stopped, Gao Weilin immediately pushed the door open, jogged up to Chen Yansen, and greeted him with a smile.

He had been in Yanjing for the past week for a medical check-up.

“What did the doctor say?” Chen Yansen asked directly.

“My health is excellent! I can work for you for another thirty years, Boss!” Gao Weilin puffed out his chest and said with a grin, but a flicker of imperceptible anxiety crossed his eyes.

Chen Yansen stared intently at Old Gao. He could tell the man wasn’t telling the truth, but he didn’t call him out on it.

‘The hospital and the doctors were all arranged by me. Did Old Gao really think he could hide it?’

“Let’s head to Jingzhao Prefect first. Ma Wenteng, Zhang Chaoyang, and Zhou Hongyi are already there.”

Chen Yansen set the matter aside for now and spoke to Old Gao.

Ma Wenteng and Zhou Hongyi?

Gao Weilin was slightly taken aback. ‘Would those two really be willing to sit at the same table?’

“Are there any permanent enemies in this world?”

Chen Yansen saw through Old Gao’s thoughts and said with a light chuckle.

As long as the benefits are great enough, even God and Satan can call each other brothers.

Gao Weilin smiled in agreement.

Immediately after, the motorcade sped off in the direction of Jingzhao Prefect.

Meanwhile, Ma Wenteng and Zhou Hongyi, who had arrived at the private room first, were staring each other down, the corners of their mouths curled in mutual disdain.

The fallout from the 3Q War had lasted for two or three years. Just last year, Zhou Hongyi had lost the lawsuit and had to pay Penguin 5 million.

The conflict and grudges between the two were even greater than the public imagined.

“President Zhou has been doing pretty well these past two years. Your phone sales are soaring, and you’ve even become Chen Yansen’s little follower.”

Ma Wenteng pushed up his glasses and mocked him with a sarcastic, passive-aggressive tone.

“Still better than you, running Paipai Network and Yixun Network into the ground like a pile of dogshit. Tell me, how much capital did you burn through, and how much traffic did you waste?”

Zhou Hongyi, wearing a red polo shirt with a stand-up collar, was not intimidated in the slightest. His words were as nasty as they could get.

Sure enough, Ma Wenteng’s face darkened, and he stared at Zhou Hongyi with a sinister glare.

Sitting between the two, Zhang Chaoyang’s expression remained unchanged as he calmly sipped a cup of herbal tea.

‘It’s not like they’re actually going to fight. Let them curse each other out. It’s free entertainment.’