Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1063: Still a Matter of Quantity

Chapter 1063: Chapter 1063: Still a Matter of Quantity

Elder Yu didn’t mind Feng Jun’s attitude, but he didn’t answer the question either. Instead, he asked back, "Are you selling the product or the technology?"

Feng Jun’s mouth twitched. I would rather sell the technology, you wouldn’t be able to learn it anyway, "Selling the product."

"Tsk," the old man smacked his lips, looking a bit displeased, "What if I buy in bulk? Won’t you teach the technology then?"

Technology for market access? Feng Jun felt that Elder Yu’s thinking was not wrong, but unfortunately, he couldn’t agree to that.

Seeing him not responding, Elder Yu sighed and spoke, "Since you’re only selling the product, the price... I guess it won’t satisfy you."

"Hehe," Feng Jun smiled, "What kind of price should that be?"

Elder Yu couldn’t be bothered, but his personal assistant spoke up, "According to the sample you’ve provided, the market price would be about one thousand yuan per gram, but seeing as Mountain Master Feng cannot provide the manufacturer’s information, it is considered a ’no-name’ product."

Feng Jun was amused by his words, "As long as the quality is guaranteed, materials and such, what’s this talk about a ’no-name product’? If you want to lower the price, shouldn’t you find a better reason?"

"This is not a mere raw material; it’s high-tech nanomaterial," the personal assistant spoke earnestly, serving a leader means his eloquence and thoughts must keep up. "The so-called ’no-name’ product, in the end, is an issue of whether the quality can be guaranteed or not."

But Feng Jun was quick with words too, "Even branded products can’t guarantee no problems; the biggest issue with ’no-name’ products is that there’s no one to hold accountable... Is it that hard to find me? Even if I ran away, can Luohua Manor grow legs and run?"

Seeing that the other party was about to argue, he straightforwardly waved his hand, "Let me finish first. I understand that you mentioned all these reasons just to lower the price. This product... I sell it for one hundred fifty per gram, and one hundred twenty per gram for cash payment!"

The other party said about one thousand yuan per gram, and he went straight to fifteen percent discount, and twelve percent if paid in full; how could such a discount be anything but full of sincerity? This also meant: stop saying things I don’t like to hear.

The personal assistant was dumbfounded; the price he quoted to Feng Jun already had some markup, and the tests showed that the graphene provided by Feng Jun was essentially laboratory level, better than the highest grade in industrial level.

Of course, these levels don’t have specific cutoff values, and the personal assistant wasn’t exactly lying, it was just a slight omission at most. The price he stated was fair, with no issues—trying to deceive someone in this respect would purely be foolish. Doesn’t Feng Jun know the market now, or wouldn’t he find out later?

So he just slightly undervalued the quality of the goods, standing firm on the price, but planning to leverage Feng Jun’s series of problems to fiercely bargain.

But then Feng Jun immediately offered fifteen percent, leaving him dumbfounded, and he could only look towards Elder Yu.

Elder Yu looked somewhat senile, and after a long while, he vaguely spoke, "Cash...ten percent."

"Ah," Feng Jun laughed helplessly looking at him, "Elder Yu, as the old saying goes, don’t push your luck... I’m sincere here, and you keep slashing the price, it’s really hurting my patriotic heart."

Elder Yu gave him a cold glance, composedly speaking, "Then let me ask you, you still want to use a personal account, or even receive cash directly, right? Planning to evade taxes, right? Is a little price cut too much?"

Feng Jun nodded, very bluntly spoke, "Alright, it’s settled then."

Elder Yu’s eyes slightly widened, a sharp glint flickering in his murky gaze, "I’m telling you, supplying graphene at a low price isn’t necessarily good for the country. With low-cost materials, their determination to develop new technologies decreases significantly."

"Heh," Feng Jun laughed dismissively, "Elder Yu, I respect you as an elder, you can’t keep trying to trick me. Things everyone else has that we don’t, the future trend, would our country just ignore it? We’ve paid too much in ’tuition fees’ already."

Elder Yu pursed his lips, and after a long while, he blurted out, "Wouldn’t it be nice to hand over the technology?"

Feng Jun lifted his teacup to drink water, ignoring the remark as if he hadn’t heard it.

Elder Yu became silent again, but the personal assistant spoke up again, "So that’s the final price, how much can you supply? If it’s less than one hundred kilograms a month, plus we have to help you avoid taxes, it wouldn’t make much sense."

One hundred kilograms, is that a lot? Not really, one hundred thousand grams, one hundred per gram—that’s only ten million; but for graphene of this caliber, that’s already quite a lot.

"One hundred kilograms?" Feng Jun smirked, "I need at least ten tons per month. If it’s less, I’m not doing it."

The personal assistant was dumbfounded again, "Are you sure... ten tons? And you can guarantee this quality?"

Feng Jun glanced at him, "Do you think... for a deal less than ten billion, I would bother to care about it?"

The personal assistant was left speechless: you make a good point, I have nothing to counter.

After a pause, he asked again, "So does that mean you can provide a stable supply of one hundred twenty tons a year?"

Feng Jun looked at him with a strange expression, then nodded, "Yes, if you want two hundred tons, it wouldn’t be a problem."

He didn’t dare to quote a larger quantity. If the quantity increased, the price of this material might actually drop.

The life secretary was at a loss as well. In fact, he didn’t know much about graphene. Most of the specialized knowledge he had was learned hastily, and he was completely unclear whether the domestic market could absorb such a large quantity of high-quality graphene.

He also knew that if the prices of graphene plummeted, some companies using lower-end graphene could use it to improve the quality of their products. However, he truly didn’t understand the specifics, so he could only say, "Then let me ask about the demand again."

Paused for a moment, he couldn’t help but blurt out, "Mountain Master Feng, have you been in contact with aliens?"

Since Elder Yu wouldn’t acknowledge the existence of supernatural powers, as his secretary, he could only think of it from an alien perspective—at least that sounded relatively more scientific.

Feng Junbai shot him a look, "If you think I’m supplying too much, I can reduce the supply. That’s not a problem."

The life secretary immediately stopped fussing about this issue and stood up, "I’ll make a phone call."

As he stood up, Feng Jun also left—he didn’t want to sit and chat with Elder Yu at all.

This time, the response took a bit longer; after all, which industries could use this quality of plummeting-priced graphene needed to be evaluated, and the relevant enterprises would also analyze and judge based on their needs, which takes a considerable amount of time.

However, Feng Jun still underestimated Elder Yu’s influence. Within just five hours, the relevant demands were reported.

But the estimated demand had a large range, surprisingly from fifty tons to three thousand tons.

The life secretary explained that a guaranteed demand of fifty tons was manageable; for three thousand tons, it meant that some companies believed that using cheap, high-quality graphene would lead to a rapid increase in their sales.

For instance, a company previously used twenty tons of ordinary graphene, and because they improved the quality, they estimated their shipment could increase tenfold, reaching two hundred tons.

Such estimates truly had no reliability. But then, you can’t deny that they indeed took many factors into consideration, the only unpredictable factor being—market acceptance.

The life secretary patiently explained the complexities to Feng Jun. According to his "unprofessional judgment," it wasn’t a problem to absorb two hundred tons a year—five hundred tons was closer to his understanding.

In fact, Feng Jun didn’t hold too many expectations for the long-term future. Actually, Elder Yu’s concerns did make sense. Once graphene becomes widely available at low prices, it will indeed impact research and development.

What he was considering was the manufacturing of high-end graphene; foreign powers have been throttling Huaxia’s development by withholding key technologies, mainly to carve a slice of the Huaxia graphene market for themselves.

If large quantities of high-end graphene appear in Huaxia, it would certainly impact Huaxia’s research and development, but those truly affected would be the foreign research institutions.

Correct, that’s his real objective: Huaxia has grown weary of being controlled; even if there are cheap foreign products, they will still not give up on independent R&D—even if domestically-produced products are of inferior quality and expensive, having them is better than none.

But research institutions influenced by foreign capital are completely different.

Capital is inherently profit-driven—your current graphene production technology, once realized, might control the cost of high-end graphene to two hundred Huaxia Yuan per gram, a good project. But a similar product in Huaxia might already be on the market at merely one hundred Yuan per gram. So, is there any point in continuing your research at that time?

This time, Feng Jun is planning to make some quick money. Even if he could only sell a hundred tons, that would be an income of ten billion, meanwhile undermining his foreign competitors. Why not do it?

As for the Chaos Plane, he hopes this could be a steady and prolonged livelihood, but Feng Jun expressed that it was none of his business. He’s an Earth native, not a native of Chaos; it was the Huang Fu Family that wanted to improve relations with the Chaos Plane—please, his surname is Feng, not Huang Fu.

Actually, Feng Jun believed that there was still room to squeeze more profit from the Chaos Plane. Currently, the price ratio with gold was ten to one, roughly twenty-plus Yuan per gram. He didn’t believe he couldn’t push it down to the initial planned price of roughly two Yuan per gram.

Even if he couldn’t push it that far, it didn’t matter. At worst, he would just stop doing business; it’s not him who would starve.

To Earthlings, he couldn’t be ruthless, but towards aliens, he truly could be indifferent.

Yes, that’s his style, possessing a sort of collectivist sentiment.

Since he is already a layman, might as well be thoroughly mundane. "I won’t say too much about the extras. This time, the sample is a bit over eleven kilograms. Let’s settle... based on ten kilograms?"

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