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Chapter 698 - 698 4 Want to Mooch Off Me
698: Chapter 4: Want to Mooch Off Me?
Do You Have the Strength?
_2 698: Chapter 4: Want to Mooch Off Me?
Do You Have the Strength?
_2 “Tesla?
Ha, SpaceX’s cars are great, but not very practical, they stripped away too much.
The first time I got in, I thought the car had been robbed.”
Accountant Jia really did put money into car manufacturing, albeit not much, and the quality wasn’t great, but he actually experienced Tesla.
So, even though he was reciting lines, his performance was as convincing as the real thing.
(These talk shows do have teleprompters, and these gadgets can be set to display text depending on the angle.)
“Do you understand new energy electric vehicles?
Mine represents modern minimalistic design, a combination of the beauty of technology and productivism; all that was removed was outdated junk!”
SpaceX couldn’t stand his pride and joy being belittled by a swindler, and his tone was rather unfriendly.
“You’re right, but I still think Teslas are only worth one dollar.
You just got a head start in the electric car market, Elon.
Wait until my Faraday Future is out, then you’ll know what a good car is.”
Lao Jia’s shamelessness made Cui Wa somewhat sick, but he still played along.
“Oh, oh, oh, one dollar, does anyone want to bid higher?”
“Jia, you’ve been building cars since 2015, four years have passed, and all you’ve produced is a prototype.
I don’t think someone who brags like you…
could really make a car.
You don’t have that much money!”
SpaceX believed his sharp critique was justified; the automotive industry is a capital-intensive industry, it takes a billion dollars just to make a splash, and perhaps fifty billion dollars to start mass production.
Given Lao Jia’s notorious reputation, SpaceX didn’t believe he could secure that much funding.
“Hahaha, Mr.
SpaceX, over a decade ago you said you’d colonize Mars, and yet you haven’t left Earth not even once.
I can’t outdo you in making outrageous statements or in procrastination, can I?”
Damn, Lao Jia cornered all the sucker in America.
“Do you understand aerospace?
Aerospace involves a lot of technology…”
Once again, SpaceX was stuck, truly unable to fathom the audacity with which Lao Jia, this grand swindler, was hopping around in front of him—how dare you be so bold?
Suddenly, the live show was filled with terms like ‘thrust-to-weight ratio,’ ‘low-cost fuel,’ ‘reusability,’ and ‘life-support systems,’ causing everyone from Cui Wa to the audience to laugh heartily.
Lao Jia: “Then why don’t you dare to take a ride in your own rocket to space?”
SpaceX: “You don’t understand…”
Lao Jia: “You’re too scared to ride your own rocket into space!”
SpaceX: “I dare, but…”
Lao Jia: “Then do it!”
SpaceX: “Of course, it’s just…”
Lao Jia: “Look, you’re still too scared!”
SpaceX: “….”
SpaceX is a great company, but SpaceX is worth a fortune; how could he risk it?
Rockets and manned spaceflight are systemic engineering projects.
Any insignificant mistake could cost the passengers’ lives.
Like a broken record, Accountant Jia latched onto SpaceX’s sore spot and hammered away, pushing SpaceX to the point of spouting nonsense.
“Ha, both of you, how about we go back to discussing new energy vehicles?
Jia, when exactly will your Faraday Future go into mass production?”
Cui Wa knew how to host; he was aware that if he let Lao Jia continue, SpaceX might die of anger tonight.
“Next year!
Definitely mass production next year!”
Cui Wa nodded; he did have some respect for Lao Jia—this was someone capable of using the California Clique as a backup to market his products and ride on SpaceX’s popularity.
In reality, Accountant Jia’s ‘next year’ mass production was as likely as his ‘next week’ return to China.
It’s just that the American people didn’t understand the humor in ‘next week I’ll return to China,’ so Cui Wa was destined never to comprehend the true value of ‘next year’s mass production.
Without CEO Cheng’s intervention, Faraday Future had only sold nine cars by 2023.
“Fak, impossible, absolutely impossible!”
SpaceX was adamant; nobody understood better how difficult it was to make a car.
Watching SpaceX vehemently question him, Boss Jia mentally elevated his admiration for Cheng Daqi to a new level.
CEO Cheng is really something!
Even if SpaceX hadn’t exploded from Accountant Jia’s sarcastic provocations today, Cui Wa would have taken on the role of blaster and ignited SpaceX.
The situation was unfolding so smoothly, even surpassing CEO Cheng’s expectations, but then again, it made sense.
After all, a child can’t cry every day.
By the laws of probability, after his streak of bad luck, it was about time for CEO Cheng to catch a break.
“Elon, do you think I can’t get the FF91 (Faraday Future) into mass production within two years?”
Accountant Jia laughed confidently, and his question was just as self-assured.
One was a superb con man, the other a world-class entrepreneur, yet facing Rocket Horse, Lao Jia still displayed utter composure.
This was his mettle, the mettle Accountant Jia revealed after adapting to the stage, the reason why CEO Cheng had taken a shine to him and given him opportunities.
The mettle of a Qianyi Group Sect Leader is not something ordinary people get the chance to cultivate; although Lao Jia was covered in shit, he still had some value.
“I don’t care, I even look forward to having competitors, but I don’t believe a con man like you can build cars!”
Rocket Horse was unapologetic, but CEO Cheng was even less so!
“Bet a hundred million, dare you?”
Accountant Jia felt his blood pumping with excitement, his tone even beginning to waver; he was getting nervous now.
No, not nervous, but excited.
At that moment, as those words were uttered, it marked another rewrite in his destiny.
Cheng Daqi would give him one chance, an opportunity to turn the tide.
It didn’t matter whether Rocket Horse took the bet or not; the high-profile publicity was half for FF’s momentum and half for BEC’s.
Just in terms of publicity effect, Rocket Horse’s refusal to take the bet could even be more topical than accepting it.
If Rocket Horse didn’t take the bet, how would others see it?
‘You, Rocket Horse, keep calling him a con man, yet you dare not bet with him, tsk.’
‘Rocket Horse has chickened out, Tesla fears FF.’
Mi’er clutched Cheng Daqi’s arm, gripping tightly with a bit of nervousness; she hadn’t expected CEO Cheng to actually go through with building the car.
She knew exactly who Accountant Jia was, a person similar to Chen Zihao, a pure tool.
Watching Rocket Horse on the television, Mi’er murmured.
“Chen, is our hundred million going down the drain?”
“It shouldn’t, ha, you need to have faith in me.”
Jax heard this couple’s conversation clearly; it was the first time he felt a strange sentiment in the presence of CEO Cheng.
Cheng Daqi, someone he was familiar with, but it seemed that after the recent separation, seeing him again today, an invisible, inexplicable barrier had suddenly arisen between them, or between Gru Group and CEO Cheng.
In the live broadcast, Lao Jia had just finished issuing the bet invitation, and Rocket Horse was turning his body and head to the side, staring straight at him.
It was as if Accountant Jia’s old face had suddenly become as enticing as a beautiful blossoming flower, with Rocket Horse looking at him with great relish.
He knew what Accountant Jia was plotting.
To bet, win a hundred million but get wildly hyped, riding that hype for two years.
Not to bet, become a Joker and be subject to negative speculations—this could even affect the company’s stock price.
Rocket Horse glanced at Little Black, whose smile was still as endearing and lovely; this top host was always showing off his skills, and Rocket Horse’s gaze, sharp as a knife, was totally ignored by Little Black, who showed no intention of speaking.
Rocket Horse’s reason told him that he should refuse to be used for the hype; let them say whatever cold words they liked, he just needed to stride forward.
But his nature was to engage in online battles all night.
His reason advised him to turn down the bet, his nature controlled him to make a choice.
“Fine, but a hundred million Dollars is too little, if we’re betting, let’s bet big, let’s bet three hundred million!”
In an instant, Mi’er’s face changed, CEO Cheng’s expression grew tense, Little Black twitched his mouth, Jax was flabbergasted, and Accountant Jia was completely dumbfounded.
“My condition is, by the end of 2020, you must have produced more than one hundred thousand cars, and they must be legitimate, with product power, competitive, marketable new energy vehicles, Jia, I assume you wouldn’t want to play the Joker just to win the bet, right?”
Setting me up for publicity, huh?
I’ll make sure you regret it!
Come on, three hundred million Dollars!
Mr.
Con Man, do you dare take it?
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