PDLP Chapter 221 Are you begging me?
Chapter 221 Are you begging me?
Popel's face was deathly pale, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.
Seeing the other party's expression, Zhang Dong smiled again.
"Yes, I do this to guard against those lousy companies that copy and imitate others, and try to steal our employees. It's to protect against all kinds of petty people."
As he said this, Zhang Dong seemed to have suddenly realized something.
"Mr. Pope, why are you sweating? What's wrong?"
"What do you care about my situation?" Popel retorted angrily.
He was completely panicked when he heard the news from the relevant branch office that the blueprints he had obtained earlier could not be used to produce VCD series products.
Now that Zhang Dong had come knocking on his door and shown him the patents they had applied for, it felt like he had been hit over the head with a blunt object.
In the current situation, if they continue to produce VCDs, it would be considered infringement, violating someone else's patent, and they would be sued in court.
“You, how could you have such thoughts? Aren’t you a farmer? How could you have such ideas?” Popel’s lips twitched.
Seeing the other person's expression, Zhang Dong burst into laughter.
"Damn it, Popel, according to you, I'm a farmer, so I should be stupid and obediently let you guys poach my employees and make fun of me, is that what you mean?"
That was exactly what Pope meant, but when asked that question, he was speechless and couldn't say anything more.
Seeing the other party sweating profusely, Zhang Dong looked disdainful. He crossed his arms and looked at Bobel with a leisurely, amused expression.
Seeing his boss like this, Li Sancheng couldn't help but admire him inwardly.
That's incredible! The boss actually managed to completely outmaneuver the famous vice president of Edward Company and the president of the Daxia branch.
He observed that the man was like a monkey being toyed with, his face flushed, his neck bulging, and cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
Clearly, they were blinded by their boss's actions.
“Hey, Mr. Pope, are you mute? You weren’t like this before.”
Zhang Dong smiled, rested his hands on the table, and stared intently at Bobel.
Feeling Zhang Dong's gaze, and looking at the previously arrogant and domineering Bobel, he jumped up as if he had been scalded by boiling water.
"You, what are you going to do?"
Zhang Dong curled his lip, his expression disdainful.
"Look how scared you are. You're the vice president of Edward Company and the president of the Daxia branch. You're such a coward."
"I can tell you very clearly that I don't have any special hobbies, and my orientation is perfectly normal. So, what do you think I should do?"
Knowing that the other party was mocking him, Bobil was speechless, and his gaze towards Zhang Dong was filled with fear.
Previously, he had never taken this country bumpkin Zhang Dong seriously.
This kid is just a peasant, nothing special.
This was all by sheer chance; a blind cat stumbled upon a dead mouse, and they made the right product, which led to their success.
How can we compare to multinational corporations like them? That's a joke.
But after a brief exchange, he realized that this country bumpkin in front of him was not to be underestimated.
Most importantly, how could someone so young be so cunning?
They applied for a patent for the product very early on.
His actions paralyzed his entire production line in Daxia.
Don't even mention that their blueprints are wrong; based on those blueprints, it's impossible to produce a series of VCD player products.
Even if they are produced, they still constitute serious infringement.
They might also be sued in court.
Upon realizing this, Pope's lips twitched, and his entire body trembled violently.
He never expected that the blueprints he had painstakingly obtained through a headhunting firm would turn out to be counterfeit, and that the other party had already applied for a patent.
In this way, their investment in production lines at branch offices in various locations became completely useless factories.
He wasted a huge amount of money, and the head office will definitely hold him accountable.
Pope was utterly terrified by the thought of the serious consequences.
"Mr. Zhang Dong, could we discuss the possibility of cooperation?"
"Cooperation, haha, cooperation on what?" Zhang Dong asked with a playful expression.
“Mr. Zhang Dong, it’s like this. We have already invested in and built many processing plants all over the country. Now that you have obtained the patent for VCD production, it would be a serious infringement for us to produce it. Why don’t we cooperate?”
Upon hearing that the other party wanted to cooperate, Zhang Dong smiled faintly: "Are you begging me?"
Seeing the mocking look on Zhang Dong's face, Pope's lips twitched violently.
He suddenly remembered the things he had said to Zhang Dong when he went to Zhang Dong's company a while ago, intending to embarrass him.
At the time, he confidently declared that he would make Zhang Ding kneel down and beg him.
But now that they're asking him a question, it's like they're trying to embarrass him.
Pope, realizing this, twitched at the corner of his mouth: "Yes, Mr. Zhang, we're begging you."
At this moment, Li Sancheng, who was standing next to him, raised a different opinion.
"Hey Popel, you foreigners are so rude! Is this how you ask for favors?"
Upon hearing Li Sancheng's criticism, Bobby immediately came to his senses.
"Mr. Zhang Dong, please have a seat."
While politely offering her a seat, Pope scolded her dumbfounded assistant.
"What are you waiting for? Quickly make tea for Mr. Zhang Dong."
Upon hearing Pope's roar, the assistant, who had been somewhat stunned, finally came to his senses.
He quickly agreed.
Seeing that the other party respectfully offered him a seat, Zhang Dong then crossed his legs and sat down.
"Mr. Zhang Dong, please have some tea."
Now look at Bobel, he's no longer pretending. After taking the teacup from his assistant, he respectfully presented it to Zhang Dong.
Seeing the other party's attitude, Zhang Dong nodded in satisfaction.
"Ahem, if you're interested in cooperating, that's not out of the question."
Zhang Dong's words made Bobel so excited that he almost jumped up on the spot.
"Mr. Zhang, can we really cooperate with you?"
At that moment, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
It's no wonder he was so eager; it's obvious that if Zhang Dong doesn't cooperate with him, all the money he invested before will be wasted.
Nowadays, they have not only registered patents for VCDs, but also for educational machines and game consoles.
To put it bluntly, Zhang Dong has blocked all his escape routes, leaving him no choice but to cooperate obediently, letting Zhang Dong eat the meat while he drinks the soup.
But he knew perfectly well that this kind of cooperation was like being a wronged wife, having to fawn over the other party, otherwise, his fate would be even worse...
Seeing the other party's respectful and cautious expression, Zhang Dong smiled faintly.
"That's right, would I joke about something like this? But..."
The single sentence sent a shiver down Pope's spine.
He also knew that the people of Daxia liked to breathe heavily when they spoke.