novelaction Chapter 588 The Rise of Made in China. Uh, although it's just a pot...
Chapter 588 The Rise of Made in China. Uh, although it's just a pot...
As Uncle Jin spoke, he pulled out a bunch of pots and pans of all sizes from the wooden box.
Upon closer inspection, hey, what if this batch of pots hadn't appeared in the CIA headquarters conference room in the bald-headed United States, but instead been placed in any of the allied countries?
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this is the booth for household appliances from Hongxing Comprehensive Machinery Factory, but with a slight difference.
These pots all show signs of use, giving them a touch of everyday life.
The bureau chief's eyes turned green with envy.
"Dear Larry, please explain this to me. We are the CIA! Not a Best Buy shelf!"
"Oh! Director, it's rare that you can still find time for life while caring about important matters..."
"May I ask you a question? How much did you pay for this pressure cooker?"
Uncle Jin held up a "classic" one and looked at the bureau chief.
"Look at this design, it has a counterweight and a pressure relief valve? Is it WMF Perfect Plus? Hansmiao brand? I remember buying it for $179.99!"
"Oh, Best Buy is a devil. I only paid $75 for this brand, including tax..." Uncle Jin shrugged and started spouting nonsense.
He has no idea how much these pots cost! These pots were all given away bit by bit by that brat Mulan to Johnson's sister…
No problem, just cut it in half and deal with it first!
Before anyone could react, Uncle Jin picked up another pot.
"What about this upgraded version? It can be used directly by plugging it in! Although its voltage standard is the European 220V, you only need one adapter to ditch that damn stove..."
"And this, the air fryer! I would call it a revolutionary product in the kitchen! It can roast chicken, fish, and even bread—it can do it all!"
……
In an instant, Uncle Jin transformed into a top salesman, praising the pots originally from China to the skies.
The CIA bigwigs listened with great interest. Well, they couldn't help it; the recent international situation was just too suffocating. Listening to Uncle Jin's sales pitch was a way to relax. Some, out of curiosity, even started doing some hands-on work…
Yes, that's right, practical application. Adhering to the ancient adage of never fighting an unprepared battle, Uncle Jin even prepared some corresponding ingredients for these big shots who are used to scheming against others to hone their culinary skills.
Thanks to Bald Eagle's currently outstanding power system, the circuitry on site withstood the test.
For a moment, the conference room was filled with the aroma of various foods.
"Oh... that's enough..."
The plate in front of the bureau chief was piled high with various foods presented as a tribute by his subordinates.
It's not limited to dark, toasted bread slices and unidentified little fish staring at the sky with wide, unseeing eyes.
“Dear Kim, you mean we’re smuggling…”
"No. Are you selling these kitchen utensils? While they are indeed useful, we are the CIA!"
The bureau chief crunched on the "Stargazing" pastry, somewhat puzzled by Uncle Jin's intention.
"Chief, what if I told you that even the Europeans import these things?"
"Moreover, I've found the source of this stuff! Their factory price is only this much!"
Uncle Jin originally intended to raise one finger and wave it, but somehow he raised two.
"$200! Oh, Kim! Don't talk nonsense, I've seen this air fryer cost at least $600 in some Western European countries!"
The head of the Science and Technology Bureau stared in disbelief at Uncle Jin's waving fingers.
"Really! Director! When I visited France, I saw that their electronics stores had these kinds of products! They were in high demand and short supply; they were often sold out as soon as they were put on the shelves!"
Uncle Jin nodded: "Indeed, such a convenient appliance is perfect for lazy French people!"
"However, this also confirms the fact that they are indeed not from the original country. Otherwise, it would be strange if those French didn't produce them in large quantities!"
After saying that, Uncle Jin turned to look at the director.
"Chief! It shouldn't be too difficult to get the shipping companies we control to slightly change their routes, and then use our influence to get the Coast Guard to change their patrol routes, right?"
"With just a slight resale, we can make a 300% profit. Isn't that how our benefits come about?"
300%
Click, click.
The branch director of the Science and Technology Bureau slowly shook his head, looking at the director like a puppet.
The bureau chief isn't doing much better right now; his eyes are practically glazed over like those of a dead fish "gazing at the stars"...
The entire conference room fell silent, with only their heavy breathing audible.
Uncle Jin crossed his arms and quickly looked around.
Ah, capitalism, capitalist countries, that's just how they are, so greedy!
With 10% profit, capitalists will chase profits everywhere; with 20% profit, they will become active; with 50% profit, risky behavior will emerge; with 100% profit, they will trample on the law without any scruples; with 300% profit, they will commit crimes without hesitation, even if they face the gallows.
"Gold! I must say, it's very tempting! But, I'm afraid the profits from this can't compare to our crackdown on Amigo's white powder, right?" Someone said quietly, bringing the CIA bigwig's thoughts back to reality.
"really!"
"But Amigo's powder business is ultimately not respectable."
"Don't forget, our ultimate goal is to get the benefits we deserve and, in doing so, to put up a fight with those scavenging vultures like Forbes!"
"If we continue with those underhanded tactics, aren't we just handing the noose to Frederick?"
"Isn't this smuggling the same? We don't want to mess with those guys from the IRS!"
Someone mumbled something.
"Ha! Then, can't we just pay taxes?"
"British Virgin Islands! For companies with registered capital of less than US$5, the minimum registration fee is only US$300. Including license fees and handling fees, the local government charges a total of US$980. After that, you only need to pay US$600 annually for business license renewal!"
Uncle Jin calmly took out a stack of flyers and scattered them on the table for them to take themselves.
"Although the CIA is a violent agency, we still uphold the law!"
Seeing the bureau chief nod in interest, Uncle Jin smiled slightly: "So, who would like to invest in this 'electronics supermarket'?"
……
bang...
The conference room door was finally pushed open.
The bureau chief was still walking in the middle at the front, while a group of people surrounded Uncle Jin, constantly stuffing business cards into his hand.
"Kin! I have connections in Ryukyu! Just contact me for the initial shipping!"
"Jin! I can also say a few words about the naval base over there! As long as you reserve some shares for me and my friends, you can send warships directly to handle the cargo!"
Uncle Jin amiably accepted everyone's business cards, occasionally cracking a few jokes with those who were talking.
But upon hearing the word "shares," his expression immediately turned serious.
"This still needs the director's decision! As long as the director agrees, I will carry it out unconditionally!"
Tsk, what a statement. You might as well say you're the bureau chief's dog, biting wherever you're told. If you've said that, why would the bureau chief assign anyone else to do this? No way.
The people nodded perfunctorily, seemingly unconcerned, but continued to hand out business cards.
However, after hearing Uncle Jin's words, the bureau chief in front of him had a few smiles on his previously gloomy face.
Fine, even if these pots and pans are made in China, it doesn't matter. At least Jin was honest with me and truthfully told me the results of his investigation.
Yes, although my brothers died on the northern battlefield, leaving me with absolutely no goodwill towards China, Jin is right!
Who would turn down US dollars? Besides, these are real, tangible dollars in your hands, not some worthless appropriation from Congress...
Besides, if we look at it from another perspective, isn't using products made in China just them serving themselves?
Hahahaha!
Not only Ah Q has the art of self-deception, but our bureau chief is no slouch either!
"Alright, Jin, that's enough! You're in charge of everything! I just hope that by the middle of the year, we can pay the old folks' pensions!"
"Alright, get back to work! Submit the report as soon as possible. I still need to smooth things over with the other departments!"
After giving his instructions, the bureau chief immediately left.
Ignoring Uncle Kim behind him, he was once again surrounded by enthusiastic "employees"...
Made in China is about to land on the West Coast!