I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 598 - 596 I’ll Support You All

"Hong Yi, have you found the information I needed?" Zhang Menglong laid on the sofa, his hand gliding through Lu Yiyao's hair, looking every bit the part of a wealthy landowner.

Lu Yiyao was engrossed in a novel called "Ancestral Tycoon System," "Menglong, this person called Fang Jueyu really resembles you!"

"Hahaha, maybe he is me from some parallel universe?" Zhang Menglong laughed.

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"Mr. Zhang, there are currently 16 Cashew Company OEM factories in Huaxia in total, 7 belong to Fitter Health, 2 to Fengshuo Technology, Bibidi, Wanbao Computers, Yindahua, and Skyworth Group each have one factory, Quanta Computer has three factories, they almost make up 80% of Cashew Company's hardware production."

"Are these companies able to get control completely into my hands?" Zhang Menglong asked.

"Bibidi, Wanbao Computers, Yindahua, and Skyworth, you already own more than 60% of the shares in these companies, as the largest shareholder, you can issue any order anytime, with Fengshuo, you just need to acquire another 4.1% of the shares, and you'll also have the highest decision-making power, Quanta has many cooperations with us, so there shouldn't be much problem."

"So it's just Fitter Health left?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhang," Hong Yi said, "Fitter Health has always followed in Cashew's footsteps, they have virtually become Cashew Company's outsourcing factory now."

"It's unlikely they would easily give up cooperating with Cashew," Hong Yi continued, "Once their relationship turns sour, it's highly possible that Fitter Health won't receive orders from Cashew anymore, and the company would be doomed."

Hong Yi added further, "Mr. Zhang, do you know how many employees Fitter Health has now?"

"A few hundred thousand?"

"It's nearly reached 1 million today!" Hong Yi said, "Most of their orders come from Cashew, once they lose them, it would inevitably lead to several hundred thousand people losing their jobs; please forgive my frankness, but this method is akin to cutting off one's nose to spite one's face."

"I understand," Zhang Menglong nodded, "I'll talk to their boss."

Zhang Menglong dialed a number, which was the personal mobile number of Zhang Quantan, the chairman of Fitter Health.

"Hello, I am Zhang Quantan, may I ask who is calling?" A rather refined voice came from the other end.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, I am Zhang Menglong."

"Zhang Menglong?" Zhang Menglong clearly heard something being knocked over from the other end. Did his name really carry such an overwhelming dominance?

"Mr. Zhang, I hope I haven't offended you there? I've always honestly been involved in the OEM industry, paying taxes on time every year, promptly paying my employees as well, with all benefits and overtime according to standards, and I haven't messed with anything..."

Zhang Menglong: "???"

He hadn't even said anything yet?

"Don't panic, I didn't say you did anything wrong; I'm not here to cause trouble," Zhang Menglong couldn't help but laugh and cry. This Zhang Quantan actually had a bit of a variety show vibe to him, but this also made him feel positively about this entrepreneur.

An entrepreneur who supported a million workers was indeed admirable.

"Scared to death, but not completely scared to death!" Zhang Quantan muttered softly, "I thought I did something wrong."

"Is my reputation that bad?" Zhang Menglong asked, tongue-in-cheek.

"Mr. Zhang, what do you need from me?" Zhang Quantan asked. Even if he wasn't here to cause trouble, Zhang Menglong wouldn't be calling him for no reason at all, especially since they hadn't had any previous interactions.

"I wanted to ask Mr. Zhang if you've recently received production orders from Cashew?"

"Yes," Zhang Quantan responded directly; his Fitter Health has always been an OEM for Cashew Company, and that wasn't a secret to Earthlings.

"When is the delivery scheduled for?"

"This year's launch event has been postponed to November, and the official release is tentatively set for around December 1st. We need to deliver 80 million units of the iPhone 13 and iPhone 13 Pro and various new models by mid-November."

"That sounds like a tight production schedule," Zhang Menglong remarked.

"It is indeed a bit tight," Zhang Quantan said with a laugh, "which is why all our production lines are working overtime. According to the current pace, completing the delivery by November 15th shouldn't be a problem—and of course, I pay the workers overtime according to the legal requirements!"

"I know, you've always been a somewhat conscientious entrepreneur, at least not by squeezing the workers with 996 schedules without overtime pay," Zhang Menglong chuckled, "This time, I specifically wanted to talk to you about related matters."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Quantan inquired, "I know you're now producing VR equipment, but our orders are already fully booked, so if you're hoping we could manufacture for you, we could only slot you in after December."

"No, no, no, I hope Mr. Zhang could give all the workers on the production lines of our company a holiday!"

"Ah?" Zhang Quantan was taken aback, "What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing much," Zhang Menglong laughed, "I'll be straightforward—the Cashew Company has really annoyed me, and I'm not happy, so I want to make them unhappy too."

"It's already October now, and according to your delivery schedule, there's about a month left. I hope that during this month, you can give your company's production line workers a paid month off."

"That's impossible!" Zhang Quantan exclaimed. He was a businessman, not a philanthropist. With a million workers, even at a salary of ten thousand per person, just the wages would cost 10 billion Huaxia currency.

According to their contract with Cashew Company, the latest delivery date is November 20th. If they miss this date, they would have to pay 5% of the order value as a penalty, which amounts to 4 billion US Dollars for this batch's order price of 80 billion US Dollars.

Furthermore, for every additional 10 days delay, they would have to pay another 5% in penalties.

"That cheap?" Zhang Menglong exclaimed in surprise, "You earn so little from assembling a phone?"

Zhang Quantan gave a bitter smile, "We're in a labor-intensive industry. The assembly cost of a phone is just twenty to thirty US Dollars, and our profits are at most a few tens of dollars per unit."

"Then don't do it," Zhang Menglong suggested, "I'll give you 100 billion US Dollars. Give your workers a month off on double pay, and pay off whatever penalties need to be paid. We're not short on money!"

Zhang Quantan's bitter smile deepened, "Mr. Zhang, it's not that we don't want to help you out, but you know, the majority of our orders come from the Nut Company. If this collaboration goes sour, we might never get their orders again. Then who will provide for my workers?"

"I'll support you!" Zhang Menglong asserted, "If Mr. Zhang is willing, I'll assign all future subcontracting of electronic devices under my name to you. While I can't promise too much, it will certainly be more than what Nut offers."

"You... you have such industries under your name?"

"Of course," Zhang Menglong smiled, "Wansen Electronics, Jinluo Technology, they are all my businesses, and right now I have a huge order too—1.2 billion VR devices for subcontracting. Are you interested?"

"Wansen Electronics? Jinluo Technology?" Zhang Quantan's breathing grew heavy. Those were Fortune 500 companies, all under Zhang Menglong's ownership?

And that order of 1.2 billion VR devices, such a volume was truly frightening!

"Can you guarantee that you will have that much business for us every year?"

Zhang Menglong confidently asserted, "There will only be more than that. It just depends on whether your staff can handle it, Mr. Zhang!"

"Enough! Enough!" Zhang Quantan quickly replied, "To hell with the damned Cashew Company. I've been displeased with them for a long time. We only earn 25 dollars per phone, they really treat us like cheap labor. From now on, even if I work for Mr. Zhang, I will never work for the Americans again!"

"Hahaha, excellent!" Zhang Menglong extended a hand, "Then here's to a successful collaboration!"