Shockingly, a counterfeit factory has produced a 3-nanometer chip.

Chapter 8: After settling things with the branch office, trouble arises domestically.

Five minutes later, the young vendor was led to the restaurant. He had changed into a relatively clean shirt today, but his hands were trembling slightly with nervousness.

"Sit down." Shen Fei gestured to the seat opposite him. "Have you eaten?"

"I've already eaten," the young man said, but his eyes unconsciously drifted to the bread and fried eggs on the table.

Shen Fei nodded to the waiter and asked them to bring over the breakfast.

"Don't be shy, let's eat and chat."

What's your name?

"Ade...Adebayo." The young man finally sat down.

"Sir, you're clearly no ordinary person. I thought about it all night yesterday, and I'll take your proposal!"

The waiter brought out a new plate, and Adebayo hesitated for a moment before beginning to eat at Shen Fei's prompting. His movements were somewhat restrained, but not slow. He seemed genuinely hungry.

Shen Fei waited until he had finished most of his meal before slowly speaking: "Adebayor, right? Things have changed a bit today."

The young man's hand holding the fork paused, and his expression instantly turned somewhat unpleasant. But he forcibly suppressed his emotions, put down his cutlery, and sat up straight!

"Sir, if the conditions change, I... I can compromise further. My stall may be small, and don't let my youth fool you, I've worked at the Baal Market for five years, learned various repair techniques, and know many people..."

I absolutely have that value, please don't give up on me.

"No, you've misunderstood," Shen Fei interrupted him, a smile appearing on his face. "It's better news for you."

Adebayor was stunned.

"Following yesterday's communication, Transsion has decided to implement the new model in Africa." Shen Fei leaned back slightly and placed the tableware on the table.

"We are not going to establish partnerships with large local distributors; instead, we will directly cultivate local teams and build our own sales network."

The young man's eyes widened, and his heart pounded... This opportunity seemed even more... explosive than he had imagined.

He didn't just seize a small opportunity; he seized a golden opportunity.

"This means..." Shen Fei's speech slowed down, but his words seemed to possess some kind of magic, making Adebayo's breathing quicken.

"If you agree and pass my test, you will become the first officially contracted Transsion employee in Nigeria."

No longer a street vendor, no longer an agent, but one of us, and Nigeria's employee number 001.

Adebayo swallowed hard, his breathing rapid, and said, "S-Sir, you mean...?"

"Initially, we plan to open 20 directly operated stores in Lux."

Shen Fei gestured to Li Qing to take a document out of the briefcase next to him.

"The headquarters will be responsible for site selection and decoration, while you will be responsible for staff recruitment and daily operations."

Of course, the company will provide financial support and training guidance. Once you pass the training, you will be employee number 001, with significant authority.

He paused for a moment and looked at the young man: "But this road will be difficult."

You'll be facing pressure from existing distributors. To be honest, our negotiations with them yesterday didn't go smoothly; in fact, things even... turned sour.

If you agree, our security team will be temporarily responsible for your safety initially, but I hope that by the time you come to Africa next time, you will have established your own security system and made some progress.

Adebayo stared blankly at the contract; the words "TECNO Nigeria Employment Contract" on the cover were particularly clear in the morning light.

"So these questions are my test." His voice trembled slightly.

"Yes. Actually, you've already passed the first test. It was about technique." Shen Fei nodded.

"But having technical skills only makes you an employee; to become a manager, you need to work much harder. If you can complete this task and prove you have the ability to work independently, then..."

He turned to the last page of the contract and pointed to the job title section: "The position of General Manager of the Nigerian branch is yours."

silence!

The only sounds in the restaurant were the faint noises of waiters walking back and forth in the distance.

Suddenly, Adebayo stood up abruptly, took two steps back, and, to everyone's astonishment, performed a standard Nigerian traditional salute—kneeling on one knee with his right hand on his chest.

"Sir! I, Adbayo, swear to Allah that I will not betray your trust." The young man's eyes reddened.

"I've been buying mobile phones in the Baal market for so many years, and I've handled hundreds of models. I know what kind of phone is suitable for Nigerians."

I know where there are large crowds, I know how to deal with the police, I know how to avoid gang extortion... I'm willing to give all this experience to Transsion.

Shen Fei gestured to the bodyguard beside him to help him up: "The contract is for three years, with a base annual salary of $5000, plus additional commission for achieving performance targets."

If you agree, you can sign now.

Adebayor barely glanced at the specific terms, flipped directly to the signature page, and signed his name with trembling hands.

For him, both the salary and the position represented a complete turnaround.

After signing the papers, he took a deep breath: "Sir, when do I start work?"

"Now," Shen Fei said, looking at your eyes, "at 8 o'clock sharp, the security team will accompany you to the Baal Market to take inventory of your stock. That's your business."

At 10:00 AM sharp, we need to have a meeting in the temporary office to determine the locations of the first batch of stores.

"yes!"

Watching Adebayo leave excitedly, Chen Hai asked in a low voice, "President Shen, isn't it too risky to entrust such a heavy responsibility to a street vendor you just met?"

"In Africa, the wisdom of the locals is more valuable than any market report," Shen Fei continued after finishing the last sip of tea. "We don't have time to follow a set procedure."

……

But not long after he finished speaking, his cell phone rang.

Caller ID shows Li Xiuyun!

Shen Fei answered the phone, his expression gradually darkening.

"Young Master Shen is in trouble!" Li Xiuyun's voice was urgent, but you could still hear a hint of schadenfreude in it.

"Our three major domestic distributors jointly issued a letter demanding that the rebate be increased from 5% to 42%, otherwise all Transsion products would be immediately removed from the shelves."

In addition, some media outlets have already come to our factory, wanting to interview us and, while they're at it, also want to interview Mr. Shen.

How much inventory is left in the warehouse?

"We still have about 30 units of the 100 series and around 15 units of other models. At the current shipping rate, that was originally enough for three months, but if distributors really take them all off the shelves...we..."