My son is a reincarnated soul; I overheard his inner thoughts and became the richest man.

Just then, the car door opened.

Wang Qiang, dressed in a suit, got out of the car first.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Feng, dressed in casual clothes, also came down.

The young man in the floral shirt lingered on Chen Feng for a few seconds, then suddenly frowned: "Hey? Uncle, don't you think that guy next to the groom looks familiar?"

"Who?" Lin Qiaosheng asked casually.

"The one in the jacket."

The young man pointed at Chen Feng, his eyes filled with doubt. "I feel like I've seen him on TV or in the newspaper... I have a really strong feeling about it."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiaosheng looked in the direction the finger was pointing.

He was stunned when he saw it.

Although that face was calm and unassuming, that composed demeanor... was indeed very familiar, strikingly similar to a certain important figure who frequently appears in the headlines of financial news.

"It looks familiar too..."

Lin Qiaosheng muttered to himself, his mind racing as he searched for business luminaries in Jiangzhou and even across the country.

Suddenly, the young man next to him slapped his thigh, his voice trembling: "I remember now! Holy crap! He's Chen Feng! The richest man in China, Chen!"

"W-what?!"

Lin Qiaosheng nearly dropped his cigarette, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Who did you say he is?"

"Chen Feng! The richest man in the country from Jiangzhou! The boss of MP3 players and mobile phones!"

The young man was so excited his face turned red. "I saw a newspaper report about his phone launch event just a few days ago! It's definitely him! There's no mistake!"

These words immediately caused an uproar in the courtyard.

"My God! It really is Chen, the richest man in China!"

"Who is the groom? How could he possibly get the richest man to come and pick up the bride?"

"I heard the groom is also from Jiangzhou. Could they be relatives?"

Upon confirming the identity of the visitor, Lin Qiaosheng felt his head buzzing and a surge of heat rushing to the top of his head.

The richest man in the country actually showed up at his own daughter's wedding?

And she even came with the groom to pick up the bride?

This is more important than anything else!

"Quick! Open the door!"

Lin Qiaosheng reacted quickly, disregarding the custom of "blocking the door and making a scene at the wedding," and shouted directly at the women guarding the door, "Stop blocking them! Open the doors wide! Welcome our distinguished guests!"

The bridesmaids and extended family members, who had prepared a whole host of tricks to make things difficult for the groom, were all stunned when they heard that the richest man had arrived, and obediently made way for him.

The gate was open.

Lin Qiaosheng straightened his collar, smiled broadly, and strode forward to greet Chen Feng, even bypassing his son-in-law and extending both hands directly to him.

"Oh, you must be...Mr. Chen Feng?"

Chen Feng paused for a moment, then looked at the overly enthusiastic middle-aged man before him and politely shook his hand: "I'm Chen Feng. You must be Uncle Lin? I'm Qiangzi's cousin, and I've come today to pick up my sister-in-law from her new home."

cousin?!

These two words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the ears of Lin Qiaosheng and all of the woman's relatives and friends.

It turns out the groom has incredibly powerful connections! The richest man in the country is actually his cousin!

The relatives who had just been thinking that the groom's family was not well-off now looked at Wang Qiang with a completely different expression, filled with awe and envy.

With such a relative, this kid will be able to walk with his head held high from now on.

The groom's relatives who came with Wang Qiang to pick up the bride, namely Chen Feng's uncle's nephews, were even more dumbfounded at this moment.

Although they knew the Mercedes-Benz belonged to their cousin, they did not know his specific identity.

It wasn't until they heard the words "President Chen" and "richest man" that they snapped out of their daze and were so frightened that their legs almost went weak.

"Our cousin... is actually the richest man in the country?!"

Faced with Lin Qiaosheng's almost fawning enthusiasm, Chen Feng remained calm, nodding slightly: "Uncle Lin, you're too kind. There's no tycoon here today, only the groom's cousin. I'm just here to help with the wedding procession."

As he spoke, he pushed Wang Qiang, who was standing next to him, forward.

Wang Qiang followed suit, his posture noticeably straightening despite his nervousness: "Dad, this is my cousin. Cousin, this is Xiaoyun's father."

"Alright, alright, we're all family!"

Lin Qiaosheng couldn't stop smiling. Looking at this son-in-law from an ordinary background, he found him pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked at him, and even felt that he had the temperament of a hidden dragon who had endured hardship and bided his time.

"Mr. Chen... oh no, Ah Feng, come in quickly!" Lin Qiaosheng warmly greeted the wedding procession into the courtyard.

As soon as they entered, Lin Qiaosheng, under the guise of offering him a cigarette, pulled Wang Qiang to the corner of the porch and asked in a low voice, "Qiangzi, tell Dad the truth, is Chen Feng really your cousin? One of those within the five degrees of kinship?"

Wang Qiang was both amused and exasperated: "Dad, he's my maternal uncle's son, a genuine cousin."

"hiss--"

Lin Qiaosheng gasped, unable to help but complain, "You brat! Why didn't you tell me sooner that we had such a big shot in the house?!"

Wang Qiang scratched his head: "I felt that marriage was a matter between the two of us, and it had nothing to do with whether our relatives had money or not, so I didn't mention it."

"You're so stubborn!"

Lin Qiaosheng shook his head helplessly, but the huge weight in his heart was finally lifted.

He waved his hand dismissively: "Alright, stop standing around. Hurry up and go upstairs to pick up Xiaoyun! I've already spoken to the bridesmaids; they just need to go through the motions, don't delay the auspicious time."

"Thank you, Dad!"

Overjoyed, Wang Qiang led several cousins ​​and marched proudly up to the second floor.

......

After attending the wedding banquet, Chen Feng did not linger in Jiangzhou and returned to Shanghai overnight.

September 23rd, morning.

Xu Kai, head of the R&D center at Fengtian Technology, excitedly knocked on the door of the chairman's office, holding a thick technical report in his hand.

"Mr. Chen, this is wonderful news!"

Xu Kai handed the report to the desk, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement, "After more than half a year of hard work, we've finally developed our own mobile phone motherboard and radio frequency IC!"

"Oh?" Chen Feng perked up and immediately opened the report.

Xu Kai continued his report: "This is just the first step. Next, we plan to break through to more advanced baseband chips based on existing RF technology. As for the mobile phone CPU, we've also made some progress, but the core architecture is too complex, and there's still a long way to go before mass production."

"Take it one step at a time, there's no rush."

Knowing the difficulty of semiconductor R&D, Chen Feng then asked, "How are the stability and performance of the motherboard and RF chip we've developed so far? How do they compare to the imported components currently used in G1 and E1?"

"Don't worry, we've already run countless cross-tests in the lab."

Xu Kai patted his chest and assured, "All indicators have fully met or even partially exceeded the original imported parts. In other words, as long as we go into mass production, we can seamlessly replace the expensive parts in G1 and E1 at any time."

"Most importantly, by removing import tariffs and the brand premium charged by foreign companies, this portion of hardware costs can be cut by a full third!"

"Well done!"

Chen Feng slammed his hand on the table and made a decisive decision: "Since the tests are fine, immediately have Lin Wan connect with the supply chain! Use our own equipment whenever possible, and immediately arrange for production to replace it!"

"Understood! I'll get right on it!" Xu Kai left the office beaming.

The office fell silent again.

Chen Feng walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked down at the bustling traffic below, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Only those within this industry can truly understand the cutthroat competition in the domestic mobile phone market in 2003.

That year, countless hot money poured into the end-product manufacturing industry.

Established giants like Bird, Amoi, and Kejian are fiercely competing, while all sorts of unheard-of small brands are springing up like mushrooms after rain.

In order to survive, many manufacturers have abandoned their bottom line and engaged in a fierce price war in the low-end market.

Chen Feng knew very well that this war without gunpowder would only become more and more brutal, until it dragged most players into the abyss of "losing money to gain publicity".

Fortunately, Fengtian Technology is safe for the time being.

Thanks to its established position in the MP3 market in previous years, Fengtian Technology has earned a reputation as a "high-quality technology brand" among consumers.

Therefore, when they launched the G1 at 1888 yuan and the E1 at 3688 yuan, the market not only did not find them expensive, but also felt that they were great value for money.

This is the power of brand premium.

Other domestic brands tried to enter the mid-to-high-end market with prices above 2,000 yuan, but consumers simply didn't buy it. However, Fengtian succeeded.

However, Chen Feng was not complacent.

The E1, priced at 3688 yuan, is considered high-end in China, but compared to Nokia and Motorola's true flagship models that cost five or six thousand yuan, it can only be considered a "second-highest configuration".

The battle in the low-end market will eventually spread to the mid-range market.

Once those manufacturers, blinded by greed, start fiercely competing in the 2,000 yuan price range, G1 will inevitably be impacted and forced into a price war.

At that point, the competition will come down to who can control costs more effectively.

The breakthroughs in self-developed motherboards and RF chips were a godsend, providing Fengtian Technology with the ammunition to fight a protracted battle.

"Speaking of which, I saw in an industry briefing that smartphones seem to be emerging in China..."

Chen Feng leaned back in his chair, casually opened Internet Explorer, and typed a few keywords into the Google search box.

In the early days when Symbian and Microsoft Pocket PC systems were just beginning to test the waters in Greater China, online information was still quite scattered.

After flipping through several pages of documents, he finally pieced together the overall picture of the current market.

"As expected, there are already finished products, but the adoption rate is pitifully low."

Looking at the data on the screen, Chen Feng muttered to himself.

The Nokia 9210c, which was touted by the industry, was a flip phone that looked like a magic dictionary, but its sales in China last year were only around 15,000 units.

Dopod, which has a background in OEM manufacturing for HTC, only sold 30,000 smartphones in a year, relying on the Microsoft operating system.

Despite dismal sales, he knew that the night was always just before the dawn.

After all, his son Chen Xiaotian had said countless times that the future world would definitely belong to smartphones, and right now it was clearly in its very initial stage of development.

"Once Fengtian Technology's next-generation feature phones are fully stocked, the smartphone R&D project can be put on the agenda. It's never a bad thing to secure a position early."

Chen Feng closed the search page and was about to browse Sina's finance section when a pop-up Flash icon in the lower right corner of the webpage caught his eye...