King of Capital

"I heard you don't want LeEco phones? It would be nice to keep one share."

After all, it was a real estate industry summit, so Xu Jiayin went to the parking lot in person to greet them with a very humble attitude. After returning to the venue, he also had to be polite and attentively accompany the leaders and guests.

Xie Jingxing and Teacher Ma were just there to chat, so they found a corner to chat alone without being disturbed by anyone.

"Meizu's performance is good enough, there is no need to distract attention."

“Can the shipment volume reach 3000 million this year?”

"Almost. If everyone gets rid of the excess, it will be no problem for us to catch up with 40% of Xiaomi's shipments."

Xie Jingxing is now gradually losing sensitivity to shipments. Huawei is too capable of stirring up the water injection volume, with shipments in the third quarter reaching 2740 million units, and the annual shipments are rushing towards the million mark.

Perhaps only Yu Chengdong himself knows how many suppliers are holding back goods, how many overseas orders are being pre-delivered, and how many bundled promotions there are such as giving away mobile phones when you top up your phone bills.

This kind of thing is very common in the manufacturing industry. Xie Jingxing bought shares of Gree during the stock market crash and became a major shareholder. Through research, he found that Dong Mingzhu, who came from a sales background, was very good at this.

The relationship with suppliers can be described as iron-clad. They really spend money and effort to stock up and help Mr. Dong to promote and compile data. They are much more powerful than fans in the fan circle.

Huawei has unique advantages and dares to think and act both at home and abroad. Xiaomi cannot compare with it, so the official data for its full-year shipments this year is roughly between 6000 and 7000 million units.

The same is true for Meizu. Its offline sales system is weak and its overseas market is almost non-existent. Its financial data manipulation space is limited. It can just focus on Xiaomi's growth rate. Compared with last year's growth rate of 400%, it is relatively real and reliable.

"With this development trend, it's very stable for Xiaomi to achieve 60% of its shipments next year. You'll be happy if you complete the bet ahead of schedule." Mr. Ma commented in a bland tone and no one could make out what he was saying.

"Meizu's low-end models account for about 65% of shipments, while Meizu's main models have shipped more than 700 million units. The flagship model released in September has just exceeded 300 million units so far."

Xie Jingxing thought about it carefully and said, "Last year's flagship model took advantage of the first touch fingerprint unlocking, but the use of a 2K screen was too radical, and the negative reputation of the failure rate affected this year's flagship model."

"I heard from them that several domestic manufacturers have this problem. This year they have collectively changed back to 1080P screens. The regression of hardware technology has hindered their high-end products." Teacher Ma sighed.

Meizu's 400% shipment growth this year, and Xiaomi and Huawei's shipment volumes that could scare Apple and Samsung to death, are all based on the three companies' low-end sub-brand product lines, which have completely wiped out the domestic copycat mobile phone market.

The bosses of copycat manufacturers were forced to commit suicide by releasing gas, which shows that they have almost completely occupied the low-end market. After eating up this existing market, where will they find growth next?
The main theme of the next mobile phone replacement cycle will inevitably be that domestic manufacturers will collectively rush to catch up with Apple and Samsung and inject patriotic energy into the high-end market. Huawei is currently doing this.

Xiaomi has not yet aimed at the direction and has nowhere to put its energy. Meizu, relying on its branding, can position its flagship phone at 3000 yuan, but it is no less than a miracle to cross this line and enter the 5000 yuan range.

"It still needs to have real substance, if we put aside Android and create a proprietary operating system."

Boss Ma paused for a moment and looked to the future with hesitation: "With the powerful software capabilities of Alibaba Cloud, our ecosystem combining software and hardware can compete with the high premium of Apple's iOS."

"Even Apple is a closed system, with most of its computers and mobile phones connected to the entire family. We are taking an open approach and can completely subvert Apple."

He spoke in a serious and eloquent manner: "Microsoft is the highway toll station for PCs, and we are the highway toll station for mobile terminals. This is the principle of dimensionality reduction strike that Liu Cixin talked about. It was New Big Hungry that defeated Xiangpiaopiao and Master Kong. You should have experienced this."

"..."

Xie Jingxing was speechless for a moment, and looked at Boss Ma carefully, trying to figure out why he had gone berserk in just a few months when he was fine the last time they met.

He thought for a moment and replied, "I'm too busy these days. I'll find time to have a good chat with Huang Zhang later. He's been making a fuss about retiring."

"He is a man who doesn't know how to appreciate favors."

Teacher Ma frowned slightly, put his hands on his chest, tilted his head to look to the side, and greeted an acquaintance not far away.

The purpose of Alibaba's investment in Meizu is the mobile phone operating system. At last year's product launch conference, Huang Zhang smiled at Xiao Xie in front of him and boasted that everything was not a problem.

As a result, more than a year later, Alibaba Cloud devoted all its efforts to developing the system, but Meizu changed its attitude and complained about this and that and was unwilling to install it.

During the Double Eleven period this month, the Meizu-Alibaba Cloud OS special edition mobile phone was launched, with a total of 30 units sold. Before the sale, executives from both sides were still complaining about each other on Weibo.

"I'll go over and say a few words."

Teacher Ma tugged at his collar, held back his anger and got up to leave. Meizu survived the crisis. Huang Zhang had grown too powerful to be controlled, and his arrogant and servile appearance became more and more annoying.

Xie Jingxing shrugged and spread his hands silently. Alibaba Cloud's OS system was very poor, basically just a random modification of the Android framework.

There are two results of Meizu installing a large number of devices. First, the only brand advantage, the 'Flyme' operating system, will be ruined. Second, Google will jump out and block Meizu's overseas expansion.

This is a deadlock that even Alibaba itself cannot resolve.

Alibaba Cloud needs a large number of installed users to gradually iterate and optimize the operating system. Meizu's sales were affected and Alibaba's strategic investment department suffered losses due to investment failures.

The e-commerce department does not care about the system itself, nor does it care about Meizu's operating conditions. As long as there are Meizu terminals installed with Alibaba Cloud OS converted into Taobao users, it will make money!
In short, if Mr. Ma is dissatisfied, he should first shoot at his own internal faction. Xie Jingxing is powerless and unwilling to accept it.

His influence on Meizu is based on an investment performance betting agreement and strong performance growth. There is no reason for him to support the negative impact of Alibaba Cloud OS, which would destroy its foundation.

Furthermore, according to the gambling agreement with dazzling terms signed by the three parties, the seven-year period is calculated based on the start date of investment.

Whether Meizu can go public requires it to repurchase/issue 12% of Taihe's shares. Judging from Meizu's current revenue growth rate, the estimated earnings from this private placement of shares if it is successfully listed will be calculated in multiples, starting at 50 billion.

Just now, Mr. Ma said that LeEco shares would be retained, and that the bet would be completed ahead of schedule, which meant that the bet was also signed. Taihe Capital earned a higher return than Alibaba for no reason.

"Keep LeEco shares? Ha."

Xie Jingxing chuckled softly, imitating Alibaba's falling out with Wang Xing, and holding Meituan shares and staying on the board of directors to cause trouble.

He doesn't need it, and Mr. Ma should not even think about replicating the same operation in the Meizu board of directors.

It was Taihe that initially backed Huang Zhang and replaced the main body of Meizu, and signed a three-party bet with Alibaba.

Perhaps the charm of investing lies in the fact that the bullet that hits the bull's eye now comes from a trigger pulled in the past - the bullet has flown through time and space for a long time.

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"Because of gratitude, I exist. I want to thank Guangzhou. A blessed place will be blessed. Love fills the Pearl River and my heart rises with the waves... Good night, Guangzhou!"

As the fireworks lit up the night sky as if it were daytime, Xu Jiayin on the stage was dazzling and the atmosphere of the evening party reached its climax.

The real estate bosses, wearing big red flowers on their chests and neatly dressed, stood in a row in the front. All the cast and crew, with their makeup half-smudged and sweating profusely, were blocked behind and bowed to take their bows. The audience burst into thunderous applause that lasted for a long time.

“What a wonderful performance~”

The night wind blew away the voices, and the luxury business car convoy passed through the crowded taxi stream outside the venue first. Xie Jingxing nodded through the half-open car window to the sentry on duty who was evacuating traffic on the street halfway through the night.

The exaggerated Rococo-style crystal chandelier, set against the thick red printed carpet, illuminates the hotel box with splendor.

"You can't sleep tonight if you drink until dawn, Jingxing, you must drink to your heart's content!" Xu Jiayin opened loudly, holding up the wine cup.

Xie Jing Xing smiled politely in response: "No problem."

"Lao Ma is in the Internet industry, and Jing Xing is in the finance industry. For our real estate industry, they are both experts and professors in emerging industries. Their presence at this dinner tonight is a great honor to our humble home."

Xu Jiayin stood up and held his shoulder: "I suggest that we all toast them together, especially Xiao Xie, who has significantly lowered the age of our group. I feel a few years younger."

"That's a nice thing to say. Drink half a pound more tonight and you will really look younger." Sun Hongbin smiled and applauded.

Old Wang, Mr. Ma, and several other real estate bosses followed suit and joked. Xu Jiayin accepted everyone who came and waved his hand: "Not only are you young, but you are also more prosperous than the Spring Dynasty!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the side door of the box opened and more than a dozen young girls in casual clothes with delicate figures entered one after another.

"The stage of the party just now is large, which is not suitable for performing delicate programs, so we specially invited dancers from the Evergrande Dance Troupe to perform for everyone at close range."

Xu Jiayin drank the wine in his glass, changed his posture and put his arm around Xie Jingxing's shoulders: "The dance they choreographed is called "Victory Spring Morning". Jingxing, please comment on it and try to get this program on the Spring Festival Gala." "What a show-off, you know how to waste money."

Lao Wang was secretly staring in amazement. Several other local bosses who were also seeing this dance troupe for the first time felt the same way. They all lamented that otherwise how could they say that Evergrande is expected to surpass Vanke.

Wang Shi only found a concubine, but Lao Xu crushed the entire dance troupe in all aspects. No one has such ability.

Teacher Ma did not follow the crowd and drank casually. He already had a deep understanding of this dance troupe. Each dancer was carefully selected by Lao Xu. They were either from folk dance or from model beauty pageant competitions, and at the very least had won one or two related awards.

Xie Jingxing doesn't care either. Old Xie can send his host lover to the Spring Festival Gala, and Old Xu wants to send the dance troupe for the same reason. Feeling is paramount, and what matters is the atmosphere and tone!
"Mr. Xie, please give your comments."

When the song ended, the lead female dancer bowed, and her companions stood in a row beside her. Each girl had a bright smile on her face, and forced herself to control her rapid breathing after the burst of physical energy.

Xie Jingxing praised: "Very good."

"The beauties have been dancing for a long time, and you can only utter four words. How stingy." Teacher Ma adjusted his mood and made a joke.

Xu Jiayin slapped the table in agreement: "It seems that Mr. Xie is too polite. In fact, you are not good at dancing."

"Is that so, Mr. Xie? Then please give us another chance and let us dance for you again." The lead female dancer responded.

"Yes, Jingxing, what do you want to see? Let them dance again."

Xu Jiayin's face was red and he was drunk: "To satisfy Mr. Xie, you must show the level of your usual training and assessment, and demonstrate the spirit of our Evergrande!"

"You're still in good spirits, then let's do a sword dance, it's heroic." Xie Jingxing joked.

The lead female dancer quickly exchanged glances with her companions and replied apologetically, "Boss Xie, some of the sisters didn't bring props. Would you mind if we perform a sword dance for four people?"

"Just improvise a passage yourself."

It’s not like I bought a ticket for the show, Xie Jingxing responded casually while chatting with Xu Jiayin and Lao Ma beside him.

But the lead female dancer was inexplicably serious, and she had a heart for pursuing art. She kept repeating the word "improvisation" to herself, and after thinking for a few seconds, she said, "I have the idea, but I have a small request. Can I have a drink before I dance?"

"Wow."

The local bosses who were busy chatting and exchanging relationships in groups of three or four couldn't help but look at him sideways, and Xu Jiayin was even more delighted: "This is great, come on, drink as much as you want!"

"Since it is Mr. Xie who wants to appreciate the sword dance, please let Mr. Xie decide."

The lead female dancer came closer, holding the empty wine dispenser in both hands: "You're welcome, it's easier for me to get into the mood if I drink some wine."

"Am I being polite?"

Xie Jingxing raised his eyebrows, picked up the large-capacity decanter without shaking his hands, and poured the wine steadily.

The lead female dancer smiled slightly, raised the wine vessel high, looked around and toasted Lao Wang and others from afar, raised her slender neck and drank it all in one gulp, which immediately won rounds of applause and cheers.

Her face turned visibly pink, she let out a light breath, turned around wordlessly and went back to the performance area, and her fellow dancers dispersed to make way for her.

He stood with his back to the table, holding a prop sword, for a long time. Unconsciously, the whispers at the scene disappeared, and the local bosses including Lao Wang watched attentively.

"rub!"

The silence was broken by the unsheathed sword, and the lead female dancer suddenly twisted her waist, her shoulder-length hair fluttering, and her whole body turned with it.

"good!"

Old Wang couldn't help but leaned back and subconsciously shouted "good", Xu Jiayin nodded his head with complacency, Old Ma sat up straight with his elbows on the table, clasped his hands together, holding the sandalwood bracelet against his nose with admiration in his eyes.

The lead female dancer's simple slim-fit sports jacket and high-waisted flared pants were not suitable for sword dancing, but she still managed to lift her sword and make it flutter.

Jumping steps, kicking back, standing splits and kicking, the movements are full of power, more like martial arts performances than sword dancing.

Xie Jingxing was slightly surprised. This girl was indeed a dancer, and she had been practicing soft sword since she was a child. She was no worse than the chief dancer of a provincial art troupe.

"Mr. Xie, please give your comments."

After just three minutes of sword dance, the female dancer's nose was covered with sweat and she could hardly control her breathing. She walked forward and spoke again.

Including Xu Jiayin, no one said anything. They really wanted to know what Xie Jingxing could say. If he couldn't say it well, Lao Wang was willing to give him two glasses of wine to defend him.

"In the past there was a beautiful lady named Gongsun, whose sword dance moved all four directions. She came like thunder and stopped like the clear light of the sea."

In silence, Xie Jingxing racked his brains to recite two lines of poetry, and filled his glass with sincerity: "A good girl is radiant."

"Mr. Xie is so elegant and carefree." Xu Jiayin laughed heartily and applauded.

The lead female dancer gently blocked the wine glass: "I should toast you."

"I toast to this sword dance. Does it have a name?" Xie Jingxing raised his glass sincerely.

"I will follow the king, no matter life or death, I will have no regrets."

The lead female dancer blushed and lowered her eyes and brows, pouring herself a glass of wine and drinking it after him, which once again won applause from the whole audience.

Xie Jingxing was speechless. This was a line from the Peking Opera "Farewell My Concubine", so it was also the title of this sword dance piece, and it was also comparing him to King Xiang.

He is a clever man with a good sense of double meaning and an interesting person.

"Boss Xu, I have a piece of land in Hangzhou, I'll give it to you." Xie Jingxing said in a jumping manner without commenting.

Finally waiting for the most meaningful sentence of the night, Xu Jiayin slowly breathed a sigh of relief. It is better to resolve a grudge than to create one. Just think of it as spending money to settle the grudge.

Send, how to send?
It would be considered respectable if a generous gift were given in return with ten thousand taels of gold. Old Wang felt a pang of pain just watching from the sidelines.

"Everyone, take your time drinking. I'll take my leave now."

"Since Mr. Xie has said that I will follow the king, I will not bother to do anything else. Please send Mr. Xie off for me."

"Haha, don't take jokes seriously. I'm not Xiang Yu and you're not my concubine."

Xie Jing Xing stretched out his fingertips and flicked the wine glass to signal: "Dance well, and see you next time if there is a chance."

"Okay, I'll dance for you again if I have the chance... I'll return to my hometown with great power and influence across the country." The lead female dancer said softly with her bright eyes fixed.

"It's a word."

Xie Jingxing laughed and left happily. From then on, the feud that started from the Beijing auction was finally settled.

After Jia Yueting's sad end, it was difficult for him to make a comeback in the second half of his life. Xu Jiayin took the initiative to admit defeat and shed blood to ensure his safety. Two months ago, they were still on the top of the mountain with unlimited scenery, but they were lightly shaken off like dust.

People like to say that the future belongs to the young, but in fact, it already belongs to the young now. The young marshal is so powerful that he has great influence in the country...

“Mobike.”

Teacher Ma's fingertips slid across the table with the wine, leaving two more traces: "Drip."

The Internet conference in a few days will be very interesting, he said silently in his heart. (End of this chapter)