Wei Qingfan nodded, pressed the power button to turn on the phone, and gestured to the chair next to him, asking him to sit down and say.

"Don't you think you are a little too blindly confident now?"

Zhang Yuanping pulled up a chair and sat down, leaning on the back of the chair, looking more like a boss than Wei Qingfan. He frowned and said to him, "Do you think 1999 is cheap?"

Without waiting for Wei Qingfan to answer, he continued: "Compared to the configuration of the mobile phone, it is definitely cheap. I can vouch for this with my head! But!"

He stared at Wei Qingfan, "We are a new brand! And it is a domestic brand... Before this, there was only one domestic mobile phone brand priced at 2,000 that could sell in volume, Meizu!

"Other brands, they sound nice, but what about China Cool Alliance... What do they sell? It comes with prepaid phone bills and is not tied to an operator. How many people are willing to buy it?

"Let me put it bluntly, it's all rubbish!"

After he spoke, his tone was a little excited, and he seemed to realize it, and then he took a breath and stopped talking temporarily.

Wei Qingfan had long been used to it. He sighed and said with a smile, "It's more than enough!"

Zhang Yuanping was a little confused, and Wei Qingfan explained with a smile: "In my eyes, more than 80% of the mobile phones sold in those billboards on the streets and in those mobile phone stores are garbage."

He looked at Zhang Yuanping, leaned on the back of the chair, put on a posture that looked very impressive, and said calmly: "So, I'm going to make a mobile phone. The reason we make mobile phones is to get these junk products from China.

Drive them out of the market! Kill them all!

"
Chapter completed!