In San Francisco in August, not far from the window was the golden blue sea, and the cool sea breeze blew the curtains.
"Ms. Li, Miss Li."
Lu Fei was wearing casual clothes and short-sleeved jeans, which was not as formal as Li Fuzhen and Li Yinxin. He had a white suit that looked cool and dignified, and a pink gauze dress that looked youthful.
"Can I call you 'Oppa'?"
Li Yinxin's eyes were glued to him and she couldn't help but move forward.
Li Fuzhen immediately glared, bent slightly and said:
"Mr. Lu, you are so rude."
"I do not mind."
A smile broke out on Lu Fei's face, and he raised his hand to invite them into the living room. The three of them walked and admired the layout.
"Let's make do with it for now. When the future mistress comes, she will decide the design herself. Everything is up to her."
The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.
Li Fuzhen glanced at his sister, and Li Yinxin had a sweet smile on her lips. She peeked at him and looked around at the decoration, and the thoughts hidden in her heart became stronger and stronger.
"Please take a seat."
Lu Fei was sitting on a low sofa. There was traditional British afternoon tea on the table and a three-layer dessert plate standing on the shelf.
The bottom layer is filled with savory items such as sandwiches, the middle is filled with scones, and the top layer is filled with desserts such as fruit tarts and cakes.
In the silverware, there is hot black tea.
The two three-star princesses obviously knew this well. They held the handle of the cup with their thumbs and index fingers and picked up the teacup skillfully.
Li Fuzhen sat between the two of them, looking left and right, as if they were on a blind date, the boy and girl looked at each other diagonally.
Lu Fei inexplicably felt that the eyes of these two sisters were strange.
A girl is shy, and a young woman is indifferent. If it weren't for Gao Yuanyuan, he would definitely choose the latter. Don't ask, it's the legacy of Wei Wu.
"I went to the press conference invited by President Lu."
Li Fuzhen stirred with a teaspoon and moved it back and forth on the side of the cup. "The color screen mp3 is really an extraordinary and bold initiative."
"Thanks to YP-Z1, the potential of logic has been unleashed. Here's to three stars." Lu Fei raised his teacup with a strange expression.
Li Fuzhen's expression remained unchanged, "I also respect Mr. Lu for his beautiful business tactics."
"Wouldn't it be nice to have Samsung return to the negotiating table?"
Lu Fei smiled and said: "Ms. Li is the envoy this time, can she make the decision?"
"I'm here to convey the president's opinion."
Li Fuzhen drank tea and looked at his lips with gentle eyes.
Lu Fei suddenly became excited when he heard that Samsung would withdraw lawsuits from various places, hoping to settle out of court and obtain logic patent authorization.
This hand is accurate and precise.
Whether it is a limited exclusion order or a wave of returns, the core conflict is patents. Solving this problem can instantly turn the situation around.
In the verdict, the "recall" issue has been solved, the "apology" has been announced, and the only thing that remains to be seen is compensation.
Li Fuzhen said slowly: "50 million is absolutely not certain. Even if all YP-Z1s are recalled, they are not worth this amount. Samsung is willing to compensate for 22.5 million U.S. dollars and pay off the patent license fees for the MP3s sold..."
"What else? You should know what I want most."
Lu Fei didn't talk about the symbolic $1 knife. That was before the war, and now it was a staged victory, so compensation was a matter of course.
Li Fuzhen took the teacup lightly and moved out of the Wassenaar Agreement. Panel displays are not allowed to cooperate, but flash memory wafer fabs are.
But it can't be 2G or 1G, but the backward 512M and 256M. In addition to the 10% technology share, the joint venture also has to spend money on shares.
"How many do you want?" Lu Fei rolled his eyes.
Li Fuzhen pursed his lips: "At least 10%."
What a plan!
Lu Fei squinted his eyes. 20% can be used to assign supervisors and directors. Although the remaining 80% must be Logic and Huawei's, the two companies basically act in unison.
"God's Coming"
However, Samsung has inserted a nail.
"Samsung is willing to provide money and technology to help China and Logic Semiconductor get started."
Li Fuzhen leaned forward, his hair falling down.
The corners of Lu Fei's mouth turned up slightly and he shook his cup. He had obviously arranged for Sun Hongjun to have a secret talk with Toshiba, but he pretended to agree with difficulty:
"But I have a little string attached."
"What? Mr. Lu, please just ask. We will do our best if we can."
"I want you……"
After Lu Fei finished speaking, Li Fuzhen's expression changed drastically, as if he felt insulted, and he was so embarrassed and angry that he wanted to get up and leave immediately.
However, Li Yinxinhua next to her suddenly exploded, and Huo Di stood up without any ladylike demeanor:
"Mo!"
The sound was sharp and shrill, resounding through the living room.
Zhang Tianmei, who acted as the translator, had an embarrassed look on her face. She looked at her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose, maintaining a small and transparent sense of existence and eating in silence.
Mr. Lu, does the Samsung Princess have a consort?
Lu Fei was nonchalant and said in a joking tone: "I want you to serve as Samsung's director in the wafer factory."
"ah?"
Li Yinxin and Zhang Tianmei were struck by this "change of direction" and looked confused. The person involved was the most shocked.
Li Fuzhen stared at Lu Fei, his chest heaving slightly, his heart surging like a river, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
This condition is equivalent to helping her get a half-foot into Samsung Electronics. Just like to be the King of England, she must first be the Prince of Wales. If she wants to take over Samsung, she must first take charge of Samsung Electronics.
She swallowed her saliva: "I'm afraid this condition will be difficult to handle."
"Is it difficult? It's your father's decision whether it's difficult or not."
The corner of Lu Fei's mouth curled up: "Although I have only met you a few times, I admire your abilities very much. If you were at the helm of Samsung Electronics, there might not be so many troubles."
"Yeah, Mr. Lu, please don't say that."
Li Fuzhen keenly felt that he was driving a wedge between his siblings and hurriedly defended Li Zairong. The fortress was most easily broken from within.
"This is my condition, as I said before. I don't want you to accept it, I just want you to convey it."
Lu Fei spread his hands.
Li Yinxin blinked and murmured in her heart: "Cong Maer Mo Jida (so handsome).
Li Fuzhen raised and lowered the corners of his mouth, drank a few sips of black tea, and then directed the conversation to his sister, prompting the two to chat.
From e-sports to racing...
Li Yinxin seemed to be chatting away and kept talking.
Lu Fei listened patiently, interjecting a few words from time to time.
Laughter filled every corner of the villa, and by the time we chatted, the fire clouds outside the window were as grand as nebulae, and the sun was setting in the west.
Li Yinxin extended an invitation: "If you come to Bangzi Country, I will take you for a ride."
"There is a chance, definitely."
Lu Fei saw off the guests politely.
Li Fuzhen stood up, bent down slightly, and suddenly found a man's hand in his sight.
"Host or guest, please shake hands?" Lu Fei said.
Li Fuzhen raised his eyes, and their eyes met. There was no blasphemy or sinisterness, and his eyes were full of sincerity and respect.
Between each other, he only held his fingertips lightly and exerted a little force.
It swayed up and down, causing her heartstrings to twitch imperceptibly.
"Oppa, I want to shake hands too!"
Li Yinxin stretched out her hand with a smile, looking cute and charming.
………
It was late at night when we returned to Boston from San Francisco.
Zhu Youzai was full of complaints and felt like he was in prison at school. Finally, his wife came to visit him in prison. The couple had only been in love for a few days, and everything revolved around one man, Lu Fei.
"If you knew it would end like this, you might as well have made peace from the beginning. You wouldn't have to be so busy."
"Honey, you're wrong."
Li Fuzhen put on skin care products before going to bed and reviewed her husband's routine.
Li Jianxi originally followed three steps of logic: treat him to a guest, behead him, and accept him as a dog.
The logic of inviting guests to invest in shares is slowly penetrating the Chinese market, just like international brands acquiring Chinese companies, occupying the magpie's nest, and being threatened by Samsung's supply chain, the dog is determined.
However, Lu Fei wanted to stand and earn the money.
So YP-Z1 was launched, which was the fuse of the commercial war.
Without a war, Logic's flagship product will be impacted.
If a war begins, it will be a protracted war. With Samsung's size, logic can be delayed even if it is delayed. What's more, the Wall Street forces behind Samsung, Hua Qi and **** also want to share logic, and they hit it off.
"But we lost! Samsung wants to negotiate with him."
Zhu Youzai was speechless, Samsung was not invincible.
"No one expected that logic would explode with such amazing fighting power, but it is just temporary peace, as long as we cooperate..."
Li Fuzhen was chatting eloquently, but when he turned around, he saw that his husband was worried and had a solemn face.
"Honey, are you listening?"
"Ah, um, uh..."
Zhu Youzai walked over slowly, "Honey, if the peace talks succeed, will you go to China?"
"Theoretically, yes, but my eldest brother will never agree."
"I, my dear, I have something to ask of you."
"What?" Li Fuzhen asked confused.
"I want my stick back, I don't want to stay here anymore." Zhu Youzai said weakly.
"What!"
Li Fuzhen's eyes widened, "Father will not agree. He sent you to MIT just to train you. After you graduate, you will be assigned to a senior position so that you can convince the public..."
"Am I not going to be able to become a graduate if I don't graduate?"
Zhu Youzai rushed over, "Wife, wife..."
Li Fuzhen looked at his pleading husband and took deep breaths, "My dear, you have persisted for two years. If you persist for two more years, you will be able to..."
"I can't hold on anymore!"
Zhu Youzai walked forward on his knees, acting like a child who didn't want to go to school. He cried out that during the days when he was tortured by studies, he cried bitterly, had insomnia, despair, and even thought about suicide.
Li Fuzhen looked at her beloved security guard husband, kneeling in front of him. He felt uncomfortable and his face was full of embarrassment.
The man cried bitterly for a while, and the woman tried to persuade her to no avail, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"I will consider telling dad, but he will definitely be angry and even very disappointed with you."
"Wife!!!"
Zhu Youzai raised his head, with runny nose and tears.
Li Fuzhen felt that his heart was being squeezed hard, and the disappointment was heartbreaking. It was impossible to regard his husband as the most important thing, and it was even more impossible to make his husband a helper in seizing the legitimate son. He could only rely on himself.
Fortunately, that was the original plan!
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Kang Sangmida, my wife~"
Zhu Youzai burst into tears and was as happy as a child.
Li Fuzhen forced a smile and looked at the dressing table out of the corner of his eye.
The glass that reflected the couple seemed to be broken bit by bit in front of their eyes. Strangely, Lu Fei's face appeared out of one or two broken fragments.
He is the person Li Yinxin likes. If he really becomes a brother-in-law, compared with this brother-in-law——
Why is the gap between men so big?
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
A friend’s book, a love story, a small recommendation.
