August 31, 1994.

Zhonghai City, Haosheng Mobile Phone Hypermarket—

As the overlord of China Overseas mobile phone market, Long Jianfei led a group of people to inspect his mobile phone store.

Following him was the department manager in charge of the sales of two mobile phones, Nokia and Motorola. One was named Zhang Jie, who was a big fat man, and the other was named Bao Youcai, who was a thin man. The two were fat and the other were thin, which complemented each other. They were also called "fat dragon and thin tiger" in the industry.

At this moment, a large group of people surrounded Long Jianfei, from the first floor to the third floor. The huge mobile phone store was very lively. Most of them were buying Ericsson mobile phones that could support the "mortgage" procedures. Then look at the Nokia and Motorola mobile phone counters under the Long family. The doors were deserted, and the salesmen were slapped at the flies one by one.

Seeing this scene, Long Jianfei was very unhappy. He turned his head to look at Zhang Jie and Bao Youcai, and his eyes flashed with a hint of displeasure. The meaning was self-evident. You guys eat shit, why are there no business at their own counter?

Zhang Jie hurriedly took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweaty forehead and cheeks, explaining: "This is just a temporary situation. Our mobile phones were sold well before."

Bao Youcai also explained on the side: "Yes, yes, I used to be able to sell hundreds of mobile phones a day, but now..."

"Now that people are getting mortgages, you can't handle it?" Long Jianfei said coldly.

Zhang Jie wiped the sweat from his face hard, "The people who pay mortgages are all poor people. They can take their phones home with a down payment of only 100 or 200 yuan. If they lose money, we will lose to death!"

"Yes, their gameplay will sooner or later kill themselves. We just need to wait and see what happens." Bao Youcai echoed.

Long Jianfei smiled, reached out to take out a cigarette from his arms, and took out one and bit it into his mouth.

Bao Youcai wanted to say to him that smoking is not allowed here, but he dared not say anything when he speaks.

Long Jianfei continued, and with a click, the lighter he took out fell to the ground.

"Oh, my lighter fell off."

Bao Youcai was about to bend down to help pick it up, but Zhang Jie bent down first and stuck out his butt to pick it up.

Seeing this, Bao Youcai cursed secretly, "The flattery will let you take it first."

But before he could finish cursing in his heart, Long Jianfei raised his big foot and kicked Zhang Jie's fat big butt.

"Go to die, damn thing!"

Zhang Jie was fat and couldn't stand firmly after being kicked like this. He went straight ahead and chewed on the mud and lay on the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.

Bao Youcai was frightened.

The others who followed were also stunned.

Zhang Jie was kicked and even flew over ten thousand horses in his heart - what kind of evil he had done, he was kicked like this.

Zhang Jie struggled hard and wanted to stand up, but a smile appeared on his face and said, "Mr. Long, I know you are slipping your feet, not intentionally - no explanation."

"Explanation, I did it on purpose!" Long Jianfei kicked him again, kicking Zhang Jie who had not yet gotten up.

Zhang Jie: "..."

When others saw this, they were even more silent.

Long Jianfei enjoyed the feeling of being afraid of everyone. He raised his head, took a deep breath, and then smiled and said, "You are kidding with you, why don't you help him up quickly." He pointed to Zhang Jie who was lying on the ground, looking as dumbfounded as a dead pig.

Bao Youcai went over and helped him up.

Others around said, "Mr. Long is so humorous."

"Yes, Mr. Long scared me just now."

"Mr. Long is really very good at acting. It would be a pity if he didn't win the actor!"

"Yeah yeah!"

Seeing these people so flattering, Long Jianfei felt very happy, so he pointed to the Ericsson sales counter not far ahead and said, "Look at it, just today, I want Ericsson to never turn over!"

The eyes are vicious.

...

Mobile phone hypermarket, in the fire escape—

"Are you ready?" Pang San asked Li Yuan with a timid look on his face and hesitant look. "It's already here, don't tell me that you're not ready."

Li Yuan: “…”

Leave no words.

"I said Li Yuan, you have collected my money. We are old neighbors and I will take care of you. If you ask about such good things, it is hard to find a lantern." Fat San was afraid that Li Yuan would change his mind, so he hurriedly advised him with kind words.

"Besides, I have explained this to the superiors. If you don't do it, I can't stand it when something happens." Pang San threatened again, "I can't stand it. I'm a young man. After all, I'm a little man. I haven't suffered any hardships for so many years and have never experienced anything. You'll be different... You are old and young at home. When someone comes to the door and do something extraordinary, don't blame me."

Li Yuan was so coaxed and frightened by Pang San, and finally gritted his teeth, "Where is the phone?"

Fat San smiled, took out an Ericsson phone from his arms and stuffed it, and said, "I knew you had a habit of it - this phone has been done. You just need to take a charger to charge at the counter, and it will explode soon - remember, don't make any mistakes, I have bought your hand, I will use it, let's clear it!"

Li Yuan took a deep breath and put his phone in his pocket, "But, will they agree if I borrowed them from the counter to charge?"

"Follower, you are using Ericsson mobile phones. They sell Ericsson. Helping customers is their first principle of service. Do you think they are willing?"

Li Yuan stopped talking.

"Okay, what questions do you have to ask? If you don't have one, take action, it's getting late." Pang San glanced at his watch and said to Li Yuan.

Li Yuan took a breath again, pushed open the door of the safety passage, and walked into the mobile phone sales hall.

...

Zhonghai City, in the office of Ericsson Group President—

Song Zhichao leaned on the chair, playing with a pen in his hand, thinking.

As a "experienced person", Song Zhichao clearly knew the impact of the "mobile phone explosion" in his previous life.

Among them, Samsung mobile phone explosion is the most famous.

The Samsung phone explosion is also called the "battery door incident" - refers to more than a month after the release of Samsung Galaxy Note7 phone, and more than 30 explosions and fires caused by battery defects have occurred around the world.

On the morning of October 5, 2016, the US "critical point" technology news website quoted a spokesperson for Southwest Airlines, which reported that a fire broke out on a passenger plane with flight number 994 under the airline was caused by a Samsung Note7 mobile phone smoking and fire. Fortunately, all passengers and crew members were evacuated in time without causing casualties. Immediately afterwards, South Korea's Samsung Electronics decided to suspend the production and sales of note7 phones. At the same time, Samsung Electronics and the US Consumer Product Safety Commission announced the recall of all Samsung Galaxy Note7 products sold in the United States, with a scale of 1.9 million units. A month later, the Zhonghai Kingsoft People's Court accepted the case of a lawsuit filed for the explosion of using the Samsung Note7 phone.

This Samsung mobile phone explosion directly led to the prosperity and decline of Samsung mobile phones. Samsung mobile phones, which originally dominated the world, fell from the "altar" and became the "laughing stock" of the global mobile phone market.

Therefore, Song Zhichao will never let the same thing happen in his territory - never!
Chapter completed!