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

Chapter 57 Undeterred Overseas Channels

He glanced at his father beside him and continued typing: "Let Adebayo improvise, it's best to release the product later."

That piece of junk can't beat our Power Max, let alone our smartphones.

Upon hearing that the price wouldn't be lowered, Huang Tianya still offered a slight reminder: "President Shen, if their new machine is priced at over $60, there will be a huge gap between it and our Power Max."

That's basically a 100% difference, which will definitely have some impact on sales.

"The problem isn't too big. In the $30 price range, we have our T85. Although it doesn't have the same battery life as theirs, the signal strength is there."

The impact on sales will not be particularly significant, and they won't be able to enter many markets anyway.

Let Adebayo do his job promoting our smartphones.

Huang Tianya thought for a moment and then didn't say anything more.

Overall, the boss is right!

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Lax, the first day of July.

At 5 a.m., before dawn, more than 10 vans quietly drove into the Marina district.

The car door opened, and more than 100 young people wearing orange overalls with the "TECNO" logo on them jumped out, carrying paint buckets and brushes.

The leader was a black man in his thirties named Kayot. Six months ago, he was just a small-time hoodlum in the Bar market, but now he has been recruited and is the operations captain for the Nigerian market department of Transsion.

"Brothers, let's hurry!" Kayot shouted, putting his hand to his mouth to form a makeshift amplifier.

"The negotiations for this street have all been completed. Before dawn, all the blank walls on this street will be painted with S1's GG."

"We guarantee the mission will be completed."

The team members quickly dispersed, working in pairs, one applying the primer and the other spraying the design. The orange TECNO S1GG and the corresponding phone outline gradually appeared on the gray wall.

This was also an excellent publicity strategy that Adebayor had previously come up with.

Many places in Nigeria lack electricity, so televisions are of poor quality and outdoor billboards are also not very effective. However, murals are a different story; they can be acquired for a small fee.

It is low-cost, has wide coverage, and most importantly, no one can remove it.

Having previous experience with T1 and Power Max, I can basically just say hello and go straight to painting GG.

But just as the action team was painting the GG, an unexpected incident occurred.

"Hey. What are you guys doing?"

Suddenly, seventeen or eighteen shady-looking black thugs emerged from the alley, carrying sticks. Turning around, he was a scarred man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Kayot immediately understood what was going on; this was someone looking for trouble, so he and his brothers quickly waved to him to smooth things over.

Then he proactively stepped forward and said, "Transsion, the company doing advertising. All procedures are compliant. What's the problem?"

"This is a big problem." Scarface spat out his cigarette butt. "This is James Wang's territory! Did you even ask him beforehand? Did you pay him?"

Upon hearing the familiar name "James Wang," Kayot's eyes instantly turned cold. He had originally only intended to beat them up and drive them away.

But now... as long as I don't die, that's fine.

After all, this was the same guy who started negotiations when Transsion first entered the Nigerian market. They were doing well at first, but then he tried to blackmail Transsion with a 70% profit split.

The boss directly rejected them, and a grudge was formed between the two parties.

Later, Transsion opened its own stores, taking away a lot of their business. This guy held a grudge and would sabotage them every time they did promotions.

The grudges only grew deeper...

"What if we don't pay?" Cayot asked.

"I won't hand it over." Scarface grinned menacingly, then waved his spiked club and pointed at the paint buckets.

"Then you'll have to ask the guy in our hands. Either you drink all this paint, or maybe the old man will be in a good mood and let you off the hook."

Kayot waved again, and his brothers who had gone to get the tools gathered around.

Seeing the orderly formation, Kayot instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

But because it was getting dark, Scarface thought they were backing down: "Or you can pay up, $5000, consider it your attendance fee. After all, it's not easy for a dozen of us to instruct you on your work."

Kayot shook his head silently again, not out of helplessness, but because...

"Brothers, do you remember what President Adebayo said during the training?"

The team members replied in unison, "We're a legitimate business, not thugs. We must be friendly. Let's discuss things before spraying the 'GG' logo, but if anyone causes trouble, we'll fight! We'll fight until they submit!"

If they are James Wang's men, don't treat them specially; just spare their lives.

"Let's do it."

The team member who had grabbed the baton immediately rushed forward, and the team member who had been leaning against Kayot also put down the paint bucket and pulled out a baton from his waist.

Compared to the tools I just received, the baton is a self-defense tool provided by the company. After all, Africa is chaotic, so carrying some self-defense tools is very reasonable.

What followed was a one-sided crushing defeat.

These employees are no ordinary employees. There was an unspoken rule when Adebayo recruited the propaganda team (guards).

They give priority to recruiting people who have served in the military, practiced boxing, or... fought in the streets. After joining, there is also combat training twice a week, and the instructors are all professional "security" athletes from China.

Those thugs might be able to bully ordinary people, but they're no match for a professionally trained team.

A few minutes later, all eighteen thugs were lying on the ground groaning in pain.

When he started beating people, Kayot realized he'd missed one because it was dark. But it didn't matter; he'd crush them all anyway.

Scarface was bruised and swollen, and three of his teeth had been knocked out, including two front teeth, so he now speaks with a lisp.

Kayot squatted down in front of him and patted his face with his baton: "Newbie, huh? Go back and tell James Wang that Transsion has hundreds of directly operated stores in Nigeria, and more than 5000 promotional team members like us."

He still wants to collect protection money?

He moved closer again, then waved the baton in front of his eyes: "Ask my 5000 brothers if they'll agree."

And you're really stupid. James Wang has been beaten so many times, and you still dare to come.

If he tries to use other methods, we'll fight him to the end. But let me tell you, we are a legally operating, legitimate company that pays a lot of taxes every year.

He wants to continue fighting with us, and we welcome cooperation from both the legitimate and illegitimate sides.

At this moment, Scarface was trembling with fear. He was indeed a newcomer, and his village was very backward; he had never heard of any family feuds.

"And another one." Cayot stood up.

"You just took up 20 minutes of our time. We won't try to extort money from you for the wall cleaning or your emotional distress; we'll give you a discount. 10 Naira (about $650 USD). Delivered to the Transsion store in Marina district tomorrow."

"If we delay by one day, the price will increase by 10. We'll personally go and visit them then."

After saying that, he waved his hand: "Brothers, keep working, we have to finish painting before dawn."

The team members picked up their tools again and continued painting the wall as if nothing had happened.

Only seventeen thugs were left there, wailing incessantly.