Chapter 97

After securing the security arrangements, Jia Hongjian and Jia Gang quickly finalized the company registration with Wang Koulan's help. The grandly named "China High-Tech Co., Ltd." was officially established. Although at this point, the company's registered capital was only 300,000 yuan, and it had only three members—General Manager Jia Gang, Consultant and General Affairs Manager Jia Hongjian, and Financial Director Su Ping...

Holding the freshly printed business license, Jia Hongjian and Jia Gang got on a bus to head home. It was rush hour, and if they hadn't boarded at the starting station, they would have had to stand for an hour to get home. The bus was packed like a sardine can, with people crammed into every available space. At this moment, Jia Hongjian suddenly thought of something. He fished out the ugly Nokia 1011 from his bag and dialed a number at CCTV.

"Hello? Is this Brother Sun? This is Xiao Jia. This is my new mobile number, bought today. I'm just letting you know," Jia Hongjian said naturally, looking out the window. "By the way, Brother Sun, can we still broadcast the tape we made?"

"Hongjian, I was just about to call you tonight. The tape still can't be broadcast. Our station chief has inquired from the higher-ups, and they absolutely want to resolve this matter quietly, without any reporting. Even the 'Quality March' segment can't be aired..." Sun Yusheng sighed. Although he was frustrated, he kept comforting Jia Hongjian over the phone.

"Brother Sun, you know, the higher-ups are really something. Are they all brainless? We're helping them speak! We're not pointing fingers at them or exposing their mistakes. We're targeting the lower and middle levels. If we broadcast it, people will think it's a local issue, not a higher-up issue. Why can't they let it go?" Jia Hongjian said, clearly annoyed.

"Who says it's not? But there's nothing we can do. It's a matter of inertia. In the past, there were no public opinion supervision programs. All information was gathered through internal reports. The higher-ups would quietly learn about the issues from these reports and quietly resolve them, without any publicity. Now, although they say they want to strengthen public opinion supervision, they can't change their habits quickly..." Sun Yusheng, usually hot-tempered, spoke with a mature and steady tone.

"Ah... these bureaucrats, not necessarily high-ranking, but each one is more bureaucratic than the last. Brother Sun, our program will have to be delayed, right? After all, there's no suitable project to expose right now..." Jia Hongjian asked.

"Who says it's not? We'll look for a suitable project later and shoot it before the premiere. By the way, Hongjian, you're an anti-counterfeiting expert. If you find a good project, don't go after it alone. Call us, and we'll go together. We can make it the premiere!" Sun Yusheng finally remembered Jia Hongjian's clever ideas and suggested.

"Sure, I'll think about it. Even if there's no suitable project, I can create one for you..." Jia Hongjian said. He knew from Sun Yusheng's reaction that the old man was just joking, but Jia Hongjian was serious! Who was he? As soon as he finished the auction, he would start a project.

After chatting a bit more with Sun Yusheng, Jia Hongjian hung up. As soon as he hung up, he noticed that almost half the bus was looking at him. He looked up and saw that, except for the driver, everyone on the bus was staring at him!

As a man, Jia Hongjian had never experienced a 100% "turnaround rate" in any of his lives! Everyone was staring at his face, making him feel immense pressure! He felt like he must have done something wrong. He didn't dare to make big movements and asked his father, who was sitting next to him, "Dad, Dad, what's going on?"

"You idiot! Put away that mobile phone... that thing! Don't you know it's a rare item now?" Jia Gang, frustrated, whispered to his son.

Hearing this, Jia Hongjian finally understood. In this era, when even home phones were rare, and both malted milk and powdered milk were on the market, let alone mobile phones, even a "big brother" phone would cause a crowd to gather. In this era, most people were still on a fixed salary, earning only a hundred or so yuan a month, and they all rode bicycles or took buses to work. Holding a phone that cost thousands or nearly ten thousand yuan was too flashy and eye-catching.

Although it was indeed flashy and eye-catching, Jia Hongjian couldn't feel the joy of showing off. For him, a reborn person, using a mobile phone was as natural as breathing. Something he found natural, others found novel, which only made him feel strange, not flashy! It was like if he brushed his teeth one morning and was surrounded by ten thousand people, all finding it novel. He wouldn't feel "I'm so cool" at all!

Jia Hongjian, pretending nothing was wrong, put the phone back in his bag and looked out the window. "Excuse me, sir, is that big brother phone worth over ten thousand?" Suddenly, a middle-aged woman in front of him turned around and asked curiously.

"Me?" Jia Hongjian was taken aback. He had never heard anyone call him "sir" in this era. Seeing the woman nod, he thought for a moment and said, "This isn't a big brother phone; it's a mobile phone. Big brother phones are outdated technology, using analog signals. This mobile phone uses GSM technology, also known as digital cellular mobile phones. It's not over ten thousand; two phones together cost less than twenty thousand..."

As soon as he said this, more than half the bus gasped! In 1992, when housing reforms were implemented, most people in the country spent only two to three thousand yuan to buy the houses allocated by their factories. This young "sir" with a baby face had spent half the price of a house on two "mobile phones"?

"Oh~ So you mean those big brother phones in Hong Kong movies are outdated?" The woman asked. Jia Hongjian nodded, "Yes, they're outdated. Now, internationally, this kind of mobile phone is becoming popular."

As soon as Jia Hongjian finished speaking, the entire bus said "Oh~" as if they had understood some international trend. Many people tried to remember the terms Jia Hongjian had mentioned, like "digital cellular," which would be a good topic for boasting in the future! What Jia Hongjian didn't notice was that he had inadvertently introduced the term "mobile phone," which wouldn't become common until the mid-1990s.

When they got home, Jia Hongjian looked at the calendar with some women in one-piece swimsuits, and it was September 27, 1993. There were only three days left until the press conference on October 1. In these three days, Jia Hongjian and his father had to find people to clean and decorate the office, prepare a large amount of written material for the press conference, and even prepare "honorariums" for the journalists!

Jia Hongjian, who had worked in a Fortune 500 company after graduating from university, knew all these tasks. He knew that journalists in the future were lazy and wouldn't take notes at the press conference. If you wanted them to help you with publicity, you should prepare the materials for them to copy. This led to the issue of honorariums. In the 21st century, the honorariums Jia Hongjian handled were usually 200 yuan, which had become a common practice.

Although he wasn't sure if journalists in this era needed honorariums, Jia Hongjian thought it was better not to be stingy over a small amount of money and risk the journalists not reporting. If his well-planned scheme failed because he didn't give honorariums, he would be devastated. And how much could the honorariums be in this era? Giving 20 yuan to each journalist, even if a thousand journalists came, it would only be 20,000 yuan!

By September 30, Jia Hongjian was busy all day. That afternoon, not only Jia Hongjian and his father, but also temporary workers, Su Ping, Wang Koulan, Zhang Fenggu, and even Jia Jinghang's parents came to help. Thanks to their help, all the preparations were finally completed by dinner time. To show their gratitude, Jia Hongjian's family invited these helpers to a meal. As soon as they sat down, before even the cold dishes were served, Jia Ming, Jia Jinghang's father, said, "Our old Jia family will also have a company! Ha ha, selling health products with Ma Junren's secret formula, we could earn a few million a year, right? Uncle Gang, your family will be rich! Don't forget to take care of us..."

Hearing Jia Ming say this, Jia Hongjian suppressed the urge to correct the "a few million" figure. He smiled calmly, but Wang Koulan noticed the slightly forced nature of his smile. "What's wrong?" She pretended to look at her chair and leaned over to ask Jia Hongjian.

Jia Hongjian glanced at her and, pretending to arrange the dishes, replied, "Nothing, I was just thinking about whether to say that my projected annual profit is 300 million..." Yes, Jia Hongjian was basing this on the sales and profit ratio of Guangzhou Sun God. Sun God had sales of 1.2 billion yuan and a profit of about 200 million yuan in 1993. Based on Jia Hongjian's projected annual sales of 2 billion yuan, the profit would be about 300 million yuan.

But this figure stunned Wang Koulan...

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