Reborn Millennial Gamer

Chapter 209 If you want to become a magic machine, you must first leave the palace

Sun Hongjun, at this moment, is just like Teacher Luo at that moment, watching Lu Fei put a ceramic mug, thermos cup, and red wine goblet in front of him, and gradually understand.

Isn't this the three grades of low, middle and high?

"Mr. Lu, it's obviously a small cup, a medium cup, and a large cup. Why do you want to change the name to a medium cup, a large cup, and a super large cup?"

"Ever had Starbucks?"

Lu Fei nodded his head when he saw him, "When you spend at Starbucks, you can upgrade from a medium cup to a large cup for only 3 yuan. It's easy for people to think it's a good deal and take advantage of it."

While speaking, he unreservedly pointed out the characteristics of the products representing the various cups, and the knife technique for cutting products is a profound knowledge.

The mp3 of the medium cup is undoubtedly a large cup with a more balanced and more complete performance. It has obvious shortcomings, so it takes the price advantage and makes profits by sales.

But the middle cup must be better than the mp3s at the same price sold by small vendors, but it can’t steal the limelight from the big cup.

Big Cup is a bucket machine with a strong force. It is excellent in all aspects, has no shortcomings, has bright spots, and even has the potential to be the king of cost-effective machines. It promotes brand building, stabilizes the mid-range, and hits the high-end.

But relying on "big cup" and "medium cup" alone is not enough, otherwise it will become Xiaomi, which will never be able to get rid of the low-end cost-effective hat, and will not be able to enjoy high-end brand premiums for a lifetime, and envy and hate Huawei.

And the super large cup is born for this.

Instead of stacking hardware, it is to show one's own strength, raise the price ceiling higher, and contrast the price-performance ratio of a large cup and the cheapness of a medium cup.

"In short, the positioning determines the price. Large cups make money, medium cups earn volume, and super large cups earn value."

"Can you still sell it like this?"

Sun Hongjun was enlightened instantly, "Mr. Lu, are we doing addition, subtraction, multiplication and division on the performance structure?"

"Not only performance, but also function, which is equivalent to added value."

Lu Fei scratched a basic red line for the "Super Big Cup".

In terms of sound quality, the Philips sound quality decoder chip is used at the top, and it is necessary to catch up with Sony and Philips...

In terms of functions, recording, mobile U disk, multilingual system, repetition, etc., from "sound quality is king" to "color screen is king".

Sun Hongjun opened his mouth wide, following the train of thought of the most holy teacher, Mr. Lu, one life is two, two is three, and three is all things. The inspiration of the mp3 follow-up series came out of his brain one after another.

Damn, Master Lu, you still said you don't understand mp3?

He asked impatiently: "Mr. Lu, what should we do after the color screen era?"

"I have what others don't have, I have new ones when others have them, I am good at new ones, I turn to those who are good at them, I found a video and audio player called mp4 in Zhongguancun, made by Archos, it has a great future."

Lu Fei picked up the thermos cup and unscrewed the lid, took a sip of water, "We must not simply delineate our logic to only sell music players, that is equivalent to putting a golden hoop on ourselves, isn't it?"

"Goodbye Mr. Lu!"

Sun Hongjun's eyes flickered, and he agreed again and again.

"Regardless of the medium cup, large cup, or super large cup, when purchasing NADA flash memory, you must mix and match Toshiba MLC and Samsung SLC."

Lu Fei reminded that for a manufacturer like Samsung, which is both a referee and a player, it is a sword of Damocles for manufacturers without core technology.

Both Huawei and HTC have suffered from Samsung's losses.

Flagship mobile phones purchase Samsung screens. Just when sales are increasing day by day, Samsung will always deliberately get stuck in supply to prevent its own brand from being hit, resulting in a failure to increase production capacity.

Sun Hongjun readily agrees that this is common sense in business, and that international manufacturers generally have two suppliers and even three suppliers when it comes to the selection of key components.

Lu Fei asked: "How long will it take for the final product to come out?"

Sun Hongjun thought about it carefully for a while, and gave an answer carefully. Counting the three plans for confirming the cut, it took one and a half months to two months, that is, the end of September and the beginning of October.

"I'll give you time, but pay attention to quality control!"

Lu Fei nodded, this time the highlight of Feigo.com's "Double Eleven" is lmusic one.

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When the R&D center is immersed in cutting medium cups, large cups and super large cups, the production center is also on the agenda.

Even if he does not consider introducing the NADA flash memory production line, Lu Fei will not package all the production of mp3 to the OEM, because maintenance, development, etc. also require a large number of engineers and skilled technicians.

Most domestic MP3 factories are concentrated in Panyu and Guancheng in Yangcheng, or Bao'an and Nanshan in Pengcheng.

Sun Hongjun made an on-the-spot investigation and found that the cost of building a factory was higher than imagined. With 40 yuan, an MP1000 factory with a daily output of 3 units can be built.

Temporarily rent a factory building, the monthly rent is 6000 yuan, hire a few technicians and apprentices, the labor cost is 6 yuan, the procurement cost is about 22 yuan, and the working capital of 8 to 10 yuan can be retained.

In the factory construction plan he reported, he set the total investment at 200 million to 300 million yuan, which is enough to build a factory with a monthly production capacity of 12 to 15 units.

Lu Fei set a price of 300 million, and after investing 500 million in the early stage, he was suddenly left with less than 150 million.

He does not seek financing from venture capital institutions such as IDG and Carlyle Capital, nor does he need to pledge his shares in Xinwolf, Wangyi, Amazon, and Moutai.

In this pra-a round, Lu Yun's Qilixiang voted!

Cash cows have plenty of money, 10%, 1500 million.

For example, in the initial stage of Sony, Akio Morita took money from the Morita family who opened the winery to inject capital, to ensure that there was a family power, which in ancient times was the royal family.

The factory will be completed in mid-October at the earliest, most of the first batch of mp10s can be manufactured by OEM, and a small part can be produced by ourselves.

July and August were supposed to be cool days for college students, and Lu Fei hardly had a few days to spare, and occasionally sneaked away from his busy schedule.

Time flies, the summer vacation is over, and it is the first semester from freshman to sophomore.

Lu Fei came to the middle of the show in a regular manner, and sat in a remote corner. Yan Kun, Liu Dahai and others next to him talked in a few words, and they couldn't do without "Miracle".

The classroom was equally messy and chattering, everyone was discussing what gifts to prepare for the approaching Teacher's Day.

Lu Fei followed suit, got up and left.

Shuttle through the campus, when walking towards the school gate, suddenly a familiar beautiful figure passed by from the corner of my eye.

"Sister?"

"Ah, Ah Fei."

Gao Lu panted, "I'm sorry, I have something urgent to do, so I'm leaving first."

"What's the matter, what happened?"

"My dad is sick and I have to go to the hospital right away."

Lu Fei said: "Which hospital? I'll drive you. It's hard to get a taxi at this point."

After thinking about it, Gao Lu agreed, got into his car, and reported the address of the hospital, a second-class one in the west city.

Teng Teng Teng ~
There was a rush of footsteps in the corridor.

Lu Fei put on a mask, followed Gao Lu, shuttled between doctors and patients, and saw that the emergency corridor and observation room were already crowded with patients.

"The conditions in the community hospitals are not good. You should go to a big hospital to have a look."

"Doctor, is there still no bed for my wife?"

"Nurse, hey, nurse, when will my dad be hospitalized! He has stomach bleeding, and the doctor said he must be admitted to the gastroenterology department as soon as possible..."

Overcrowded, many of them are critically ill patients waiting to be transferred to the ward.

"Dad! Mom!"

From the plastic chair placed in the corridor, Gao Lu found Gao's father who was in great pain, and Gao's mother who was anxious and helpless.

"Mom, what's wrong with Dad?"

"Acute appendicitis."

Gao's mother was very distressed, "I went to several hospitals before I was diagnosed, but now there are no beds, and I can't operate immediately. What is this?"

"Ah~"

Dad Gao almost didn't want to talk, and his whole body became weak for several times. The burning pain from the right lower abdomen to the right half of the waist was unbearable, and the pain became more and more serious.

"Dad." Gao Lu couldn't help being nervous, her eyes were slightly red.

Lu Fei frowned, glanced around, and saw many elderly people lying on the folding chairs they bought themselves, taking IV drips, their faces pale, and the accompanying family members were worried and complained sadly.

"After waiting for half a month, when can I live in the upper hospital?"

"The emergency department is almost overcrowded now, and there are no temporary beds..."

"Who wants a bed!"

Suddenly, a trafficker pushed a hospital bed and shouted curses along the corridor.

Everyone raised their heads and asked, "How much?"

"5000 yuan, the highest price gets it." The trafficker showed a smug smile.

"Five thousand, why don't you rob the bank!"

"You scalpers are outrageous, you even fired the beds. My dad couldn't live in the hospital because he didn't have a bed, it's all because of you!"

The outrageously high price instantly aroused public outrage.

Gao Lu struggled again and again. Seeing Gao's father was in unbearable pain, she begged softly: "A Fei, can you lend me 5? I, I will pay you back slowly after filming."

Although Lu Fei hated number dealers and scalpers, there was no faster way right now, so he nodded, "Sister, I'll lend it to you."

Gao Lu cast grateful eyes and shouted loudly: "I bought it!"

"Miss, are you the one who wants to buy a bed?"

The trafficker's eyes lit up and he laughed.

"I give 6000!"

However, within a few seconds, a male voice came from the depths of the corridor, and then a big man with a gold chain appeared, striding forward.

The number dealer was beaming, "Hey, miss, this one is offering 6 yuan, do you want to stop raising the price?"

Gao Ma said angrily, "Hey, obviously we want it first."

"Excuse me, the one with the highest price wins." The trafficker smiled.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The big man with a golden chain held his apology and clasped his hands together, "My old man has stomach bleeding and is about to die. I will get this bed no matter what. Even if it costs 1, I will follow."

The trafficker urged: "Miss, do you want more, if not, I will return it to this one."

Gao Lu bit her lips tightly, and when she was in a dilemma, she was lightly patted on the shoulder and looked back.

Lu Fei was on the phone, smiling all over his face: "Thank you Brother Kong, I'll treat you to dinner another day."

After speaking, with a livid face, he scolded the number dealer: "Do you want me?"

"Hey, what are you talking about!" the trafficker said angrily.

At this moment, the movement provoked the doctor.

The white coat came out of the emergency room, and the trafficker was so frightened that he ignored the quarrel and pushed the cart away with the big man with the gold chain.

Before he left, he said harshly: "In this hospital, no one will sell your bed anymore, I told you so!"

Lu Fei didn't look at him, and stepped forward to find the doctor.

The doctor said in a tired voice: "There are a lot of patients who need emergency treatment now, sorry, please wait a moment."

"Can you be transferred to another hospital for treatment?" Lu Fei asked.

"Transfer?"

The doctor was startled, picked up the medical records and various diagnoses, looked at blood routine, abdominal B-ultrasound examination, urine routine and so on.

"There are no abnormalities in the blood picture, B-ultrasound and other examinations. It's strange. It doesn't look like acute appendicitis. If it is, it's not too serious. It should be fine."

"Is there any risk?" Lu Fei asked again.

"It is ideal to have surgery within 24 hours." The doctor was afraid of taking responsibility and said ambiguously.

Lu Fei thanked him, then turned around and said, "Sister, I found a bed and a doctor in the Second Hospital of Beijing Medical University. If you want, we can go there directly."

For a moment, the doctor was dumbfounded.

The patients in the corridor were stunned, and those who complained did not speak, even the number dealer and the man with the golden chain stopped.

The Second Hospital of Peking University?

Tears rolled in Gao Lu's eyes, and she hummed.

(End of this chapter)