The Manufacturer Who Changed His Mind

Chapter 280

Shenzhen, the ZTE-Huawei-Coolpad-Lenovo headquarters building, Conference Room 1 on the top floor.

Li Sinan stood in front of the projection screen, holding a laser pointer.

Projected on the screen was MicroChat's data curve during the National Day holiday. The green line representing daily active users was surging upward at an almost vertical angle.

Sitting across the conference table were three business executives from the mobile phone manufacturer.

Sitting at the head of the table, President Wang leaned forward, his eyes glued to the market feedback report for the voice call feature on the screen.

"President Wang, this is the real-time data after MicroChat pushed out version 1.5 early this morning."

Li Sinan clicked her presenter pen, switching to a slide showing user retention rates and average daily online time.

"Completely free voice calls, with clear audio quality and zero latency. At present, it has been fully rolled out in internet cafes and universities across the nation's lower-tier markets."

"This is not just a social app; it is an essential tool that can directly change users' communication habits."

After listening to Li Sinan's report, President Wang rubbed his chin and turned to exchange a few quiet words with the deputy next to him.

The deputy nodded repeatedly.

Smack!

President Wang slapped his thigh, his previously serious face instantly breaking into a wide smile.

"Great stuff! Ms. Li, your team has created an incredible product!"

He stood up and extended his hand to Li Sinan on his own initiative. "The smartphone market is too fiercely competitive right now, and hardware homogenization is a serious issue. We are exactly in need of a killer app like this that hits users right in their pain points to drive terminal sales. MicroChat's voice feature is absolutely a massive selling point!"

Li Sinan shook his hand, finally feeling a sense of relief in her heart.

Over the next half hour, the atmosphere between the two parties was excellent. They quickly finalized the cooperation details for factory pre-installation and the traffic profit-sharing ratio.

President Wang personally walked Li Sinan to the door of the conference room.

"Then it's settled. Our legal team will go over the contract details today, and tomorrow morning at nine, Ms. Li, you can bring your team over, and we will officially sign it."

Li Sinan gave a crisp nod. "It's a deal."

The next morning, at 8:50.

Li Sinan, accompanied by her legal counsel and two assistants, walked into the manufacturer's headquarters lobby right on time, carrying the printed contracts.

The receptionist checked the appointment records but did not lead them to the spacious executive conference room from yesterday.

Instead, she led them down a long corridor to a remote, cramped reception room.

"President Wang is in a brief meeting. Please wait a moment." The receptionist set down a few paper cups of tea and turned to leave.

That wait lasted for an entire hour.

Li Sinan raised her wrist and checked her watch.

It was 9:55.

The tea on the table had long since gone cold, and no one had even come to refill their water during that time.

The legal counsel and assistants beside her watched her expression grow increasingly cold, none of them daring to make a sound.

Li Sinan sat on the sofa with her arms crossed, her eyes dark and heavy.

She was annoyed by their dismissive attitude, but what troubled her more was the realization that when things go abnormally wrong, there must be a reason—there had definitely been outside interference. Someone had swooped in and stolen their deal.

At 10:15, the door to the reception room was finally pushed open.

The enthusiastic President Wang from yesterday walked in.

He wasn't wearing his suit jacket, just a slightly wrinkled dress shirt. His previously warm smile had vanished completely, replaced by a polite, fake grin.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Li. We had an urgent executive meeting this morning, and it ran a bit late," President Wang said as he pulled out a chair and sat down.

Li Sinan didn't waste any time with small talk. She pulled two bound contracts from her briefcase and slid them across the table, along with a pen.

"President Wang, our legal team has verified the contracts and found no errors. Please take a look."

President Wang crossed his hands and rubbed the back of his hand.

He didn't take the pen. His gaze lingered on the cover of the contract for two seconds before he cleared his throat.

"Ms. Li, about this matter... we might have to put it on hold for a bit."

Li Sinan frowned, sitting up straight. "Put it on hold?"

"President Wang, we finalized all the terms yesterday. Today is just about going through the signing process."

"Well, here's the thing."

President Wang leaned back in his chair, adopting an official, bureaucratic tone.

"Last night, I reported our cooperation intentions to the board of directors. A few major shareholders still have some differing opinions regarding the pre-installation list. The internal process isn't finished yet, and we need another two days for a comprehensive evaluation. I can't sign this today."

He had indeed changed his tune.

He flipped faster than a coin; the done deal had vanished overnight.

Li Sinan sneered inwardly, staring right into President Wang's eyes.

"President Wang, if there are objections to the profit-sharing ratio, we can negotiate further. Exactly which process is it stuck on? Whatever additional materials MicroChat needs to provide, I will have someone deliver them immediately."

But President Wang's gaze darted away, not daring to meet her eyes at all. He picked up the cold paper cup from the table, took a sip, and spoke vaguely:

"It's not an issue with the materials. It's mainly a consideration at the company's strategic level."

"How about this: you go back and wait for news. I'll notify you the moment there's any progress."

With that, he stood up and glanced at his watch. "I have another meeting to attend. Please excuse me."

After speaking, he pushed the door open and left, his footsteps hurried.

The legal counsel and assistants stared at the unsigned contracts on the table, their faces full of astonishment.

"Ms. Li, this..." the assistant said, at a loss for what to do.

Li Sinan swiftly gathered the contracts and shoved them into her briefcase without any hesitation.

"Let's go. We're heading back to the hotel."

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