Chapter 684 - 489: Huawei’s 500 Million Purchase Order! 30 GWh Capacity Layout! Grind-Hound Song Yuncheng

When two sellers meet, each trying to sell their goods to the other, it’s highly unlikely they’ll reach an agreement.

Such was the case for Chen Yansen and Ren Zhongfei.

So, when Chen Yansen left Huawei Headquarters, he only walked away with a supply contract for Deep Blue Battery.

Ren Zhongfei had no intention of purchasing the Celestial Craft A1100 Chip, nor any plans to install Aurora Future OS on Huawei phones.

"Old Cao, what are your thoughts?" Chen Yansen asked Cao Dahua, who was sitting beside him in the back of the car.

"The food in the Huawei cafeteria was average, but their steamed buns are pretty good. You break one open, and the inside is all hollow fluff."

Cao Dahua said with a grin.

Chen Yansen chuckled, speechless, and shot him an exasperated look. "Huawei’s technical foundation in the B2B sector is substantial. Their strength is not to be underestimated."

Old Cao’s implication was that Huawei looked solid, but would crumble under pressure.

To be honest, Cao Dahua was being a bit too cocky.

In Chen Yansen’s eyes, Orange Technology’s biggest competitors were Mountain Star and Apple.

Huawei’s annual global shipments were less than fifty million units. To treat such a company as a primary rival would be a sign of low self-confidence.

"Boss, I get the feeling that Huawei harbors significant animosity toward Orange," Cao Dahua said with a solemn expression.

"Animosity is normal. We’re all competitors, after all. Do you think Xiaomi, 360, LeTV, and Meitu don’t feel hostile toward Orange?"

Chen Yansen said dismissively.

Orange Technology had taken on a gang of little brothers. The big brother wanted to earn more, while the little brothers wanted to spend less—a natural source of conflict.

But for now, Orange Technology packed a hard enough punch, controlling the supply of key software and hardware.

Although Lei Yijun, Zhou Hongyi, and the others knew Chen Yansen was making a hefty profit off them and essentially fleecing them on procurement prices, they didn’t dare speak up.

They knew in their hearts that if they lost Orange Technology’s support, their own product sales might not even reach their current levels.

Chen Yansen leaned back in his seat, gazing at the crimson sunset outside the window, and fell into deep thought.

Li Qingsong’s visit wasn’t just an endorsement for Deep Blue Technology; it was a signal to the world that the development of the new energy industry was inevitable.

Currently, Deep Blue Technology’s Factory No. 1 and Factory No. 2 had a combined annual capacity of only 15 million kilowatt-hours, corresponding to an industrial output value of about 6 billion US dollars.

To become the undisputed leader of the battery industry, their capacity would need to multiply several times over, reaching 50 GWh or even 100 GWh annually (1 GWh = 1 million kWh). Only then could they begin to meet the global demand from the consumer electronics, energy storage, and pure-electric vehicle sectors.

With this in mind, Chen Yansen instructed Cao Dahua, "Get in touch with Yuan Ruli. Tell him to pull some strings and get another ready-to-use industrial plot approved for Deep Blue Technology. Ideally, we need to boost our production capacity in Shencheng City to 30 GWh within a year."

"Boss, a single production line isn’t cheap. Just the dual planetary mixer, vacuum degassing unit, coating machine, and the integrated roll-press and slitting machine—a full set costs thirty million.

This year, with the influx of energy storage orders from the Middle East and power battery orders from automotive companies, the investment would be too high if we were to build Factory No. 3."

Cao Dahua turned to face him upon hearing this, looking at his boss’s profile as he carefully tried to reason with him.

’Thirty GWh, too high?’

’High my ass!’

No one knew the future trends better than Chen Yansen.

By 2026, global demand for power batteries alone would reach a staggering 1600 GWh. Add in small-cell batteries and energy storage batteries, and total shipments would be as high as 2000 GWh.

’You have to make your move early to seize the advantage.’

Chen Yansen turned to Cao Dahua and said, "Thirty GWh is just the beginning. I plan to increase our battery capacity to 50 GWh within two years."

Seeing the resolute look in his boss’s eyes, Cao Dahua knew Chen Yansen had already made up his mind. Though worried, he didn’t dare try to dissuade him further.

Chen Yansen knew what Old Cao was thinking: that Deep Blue Technology’s expansion was too aggressive.

After all, Panasonic Battery’s annual capacity was only 4.8 GWh, Mountain Star SDI’s was 3.5 GWh, LG Chemical’s was 3.2 GWh, and BYD’s was 2.6 GWh before its expansion.

You’d have to combine the capacities of Panasonic, Mountain Star, LG, and BYD just to compete with Deep Blue Technology.

Cao Dahua calculated in his head that unless the annual growth rate of battery consumption stayed above 50% every year going forward, there was no way they could sell all of Deep Blue Battery’s output.

But then another thought occurred to him: once Deep Blue Technology snatched the market share from companies like Panasonic, Mountain Star, and LG, wouldn’t that solve the sales problem?

Half an hour later, Chen Yansen returned to his hotel.

He opened the door and walked straight into the living room.

Song Yuncheng was dressed in a chic black-and-white pantsuit, her long hair casually swept back, a single strand of hair brushing the corner of her mouth. She was intently reviewing the launch plan for the new Orange Mobile Phone.

With Orange Technology’s new product launch just three days away, Pinbei, as the primary sales channel, had to confirm every last detail: promotional placements, event pages, pricing, inventory, and the overall marketing rhythm.

Even though the plan in her hands was a version already revised by her subordinates, Song Yuncheng still couldn’t rest easy.

She remembered something Chen Yansen had once told her: in the professional world, the only person you can truly trust is yourself.

At first, Song Yuncheng hadn’t understood the profound meaning behind his words.

That is, until a major imported food brand sought a partnership, right at the same time a food safety scandal erupted in its country of origin.

She sent the information about the ingredients in question to their merchandising contact, instructing them to be careful with product selection and to remove any non-compliant items first.

But the contact was careless and missed three of the products. They were eventually discovered by customers who filed a complaint with the Market Supervision Association, causing significant negative publicity and financial losses for the platform.

Only after this incident did Song Yuncheng finally understand what Chen Yansen had meant.

From then on, she personally reviewed every event proposal and business contract that crossed her desk.

If she came across legal terminology she didn’t understand, she would go straight to the legal department for clarification.

Over time, her comprehension, experience, vigilance, and professional capabilities all improved.

In terms of IQ and EQ, Song Yuncheng was no match for Ye Qiuping, but she was diligent and willing to put in the work.

If she was a slow learner, she simply spent more time on it than others.

That, combined with Chen Yansen’s willingness to give her opportunities, was how she had been gradually honed into the professional she was today.

Privately, plenty of people had tried to poach her. Recruiters from Jingdong, Ah Li, and Amazon had all contacted her, but she turned them all down.

’Leave Pinbei? Leave Chen Yansen?’

The thought had never once crossed Song Yuncheng’s mind.

She knew that with her skills, she could easily land a well-paid position as a business director at a company like BAT, but she just couldn’t bear to leave Chen Yansen.

The memory surfaced of that smirking freshman leaning in to whisper in her ear, ’Senior, you wouldn’t want your boyfriend to find out you took the initiative to kiss me for the secondary dealership rights to the campus cards, right?’

’What a devil he is!’

Chen Yansen walked up behind Song Yuncheng. Seeing that she was completely oblivious, he couldn’t help but chuckle and think to himself, ’She really is a little workaholic.’

He reached out and ruffled her hair.

Song Yuncheng flinched, startled. When she saw it was Chen Yansen, she knitted her lovely brows and asked in a soft voice, "You’re back so early? Didn’t President Ren invite you to dinner?"

"Yeah, he’s too cheap. We just had a quick bite in the Huawei cafeteria for lunch."

Chen Yansen was lying through his teeth.

If Ren Zhongfei had heard that, he would have surely retorted: ’I clearly arranged a banquet, you brat! It’s bad enough you refused, but now you’re turning around and blaming me for it?’

"I don’t believe you!" Song Yuncheng said with a giggle.

"I’ll take you out," Chen Yansen said, sitting down on the sofa.

"But my work isn’t finished..." Song Yuncheng hesitated.

"I’m the boss, and right now, the boss is ordering you to go out." Chen Yansen took her small hand and gave it a gentle tug, pulling her into his arms. She yielded and leaned against him.

"Aren’t we going out?" Song Yuncheng blinked, staring directly at him.

"No rush. Give me an hour... two hours."

With practiced ease, Chen Yansen found the keyhole, applied a bit of lubricant, and then inserted the key.

「Meanwhile.」

Wu Hongxin was throwing a celebration party in Minzhou, having invited a flock of celebrities like Yang Tianbao and Li Xiaolu, along with dozens of influencers from Weibo and Douyin.

’President Chen would definitely love this kind of scene. I hear he’s in Shencheng City, maybe I should ask if he wants to come?’

Wu Hongxin mused to himself.

He then pulled out his phone and dialed Chen Yansen’s number.

But Boss Chen was busy picking a lock at the moment; where would he find the time to deal with him?

When the call didn’t connect, Wu Hongxin snapped a few photos of the bevy of beauties at the party and sent them over with an invitation.

Two hours later, Chen Yansen finally replied: "Next time."

He wasn’t fond of entertainment industry celebrities. They were basically used cars, and President Chen had always been a purist.