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Chapter 51: Chapter 51

The three of them entered the company together.

Davin recognized the man at the front desk. It was the same employee he had spent time with a few days earlier, the one who had started listening once the office had been replaced with drink and conversation.

"You came on time," the man said.

"We said we would," Davin replied.

He led them inside, through a glass corridor, and into a meeting room where two more people were waiting. One was an older man whose face carried rank without needing to announce it. The other was a woman seated with a file open in front of her and a pen already in hand.

Davin understood the room immediately. The man he knew was only the door. The older one was the real decision.

Introductions were exchanged. The employee Davin knew was Arman. The older man was Soren Vale, one of the production-side managers. The woman beside him was Nira, who handled product review and coordination.

Once everyone sat, Kiri started.

"Thank you for meeting us," he said. "Our company supplies locally manufactured control-chip solutions, and we want to serve companies here instead of making them wait on outside chains when they need stock."

He did not waste time after that.

"For the freezer line you are moving toward, the important thing is not one chip by itself. It is the control set around it. The main controller, the temperature-reading support, and the switching logic that works with compressor, fan, and defrost control. We are offering that set locally and delivering it locally."

Kenji saw the doubt appear on Soren’s face even before the man spoke.

Soren folded his hands and asked the same question they had been hearing everywhere.

"Who have you supplied already?"

The room went quiet.

That was always the point where everything returned. No matter how they entered the room, no matter how cleanly they explained themselves, the same weakness stood in front of them again.

Kiri did not let the silence settle.

"Fair question, sir," he said. "We are a new company. We have not lifted live orders yet."

Nira’s pen stopped. Arman leaned back. Soren said nothing.

Kiri opened the file he had brought and slid several papers across the table.

"But that does not mean there is nothing by which you can judge us. These are our test reports. Compatibility, heat performance, response stability, and controlled load behavior. We are not asking you to trust empty words."

Soren picked up the papers and read them properly. After half a minute he put them down and said, "Tests are tests. History is history. They are not the same thing."

"Agreed," Kiri said. "So let us not argue around history. Let us reduce your risk directly."

He leaned forward slightly.

"The imported control set you are buying now takes, at best, three weeks to reach you. Sometimes more. For smart freezer units, your board set depends on the main controller, sensor support, and switching components arriving together. One delayed part is enough to slow the whole line."

This time Soren’s face changed a little.

Kiri saw it and went straight to the next point.

"So we are offering an evaluation lot. A one-week evaluation lot. You tell us the limited quantity you want within a controlled range, we provide it free, and you test it in your own product."

Arman looked up at once.

"Free?"

"Yes," Kiri said.

"Why?"

"Because products come and go. Trust is the real line that stays."

Then he added the numbers.

"Your current imported set is landing near six-point-eight dollars per unit by the time freight, hold time, and wastage are counted. Our equivalent set is four-point-nine. If you place an order in the morning, we can deliver inside three working days. If the repeat volume is small and already lined up, we can deliver within a day."

That made the room think, but Soren was still careful.

"That sounds impressive," he said, "but our production line is not a toy. Everything is already lined up. We do not disturb a working chain because a new company wants a chance."

Kiri nodded immediately.

"You should not," he said. "If I were sitting on your side, I would say the same thing."

Then he gave the argument he had been holding back.

"But assume something goes wrong between the two neighboring countries whose route your imported stock keeps depending on. Your state barely touches the sea compared to what it consumes. A problem there becomes a problem here. That makes your current line dependable, yes, but also vulnerable."

Soren stayed quiet, so Kiri kept going.

"We remove part of that vulnerability because we are local and reachable. If a batch comes in wrong, you are not waiting for distant approval, distant shipping, and distant excuses. We replace and answer faster. And because our set is built to stay compatible with what you are already using, this is not a demand for you to redesign your product just to test us."

Nira looked up from the file.

"Pin-compatible?"

"Yes," Kiri said. "That is part of what the report in front of you is showing."

The room went quiet again, but this time it was not rejection.

Kiri pushed only once more.

"I will do one thing more from our side. I will speak to our manufacturing team and keep support held for your line during the test window. You do not have to move your whole production. Run the evaluation where you can judge it properly."

Soren glanced at Nira, then at Arman, before leaning back and thinking for several long seconds.

At last he said, "All right. Let us do this."

Kenji felt the words hit before he believed them.

Soren continued, "One week. Not more. I will not throw this across the full line. I’ll put it into controlled internal testing first, and I’ll send the specifications through a few customer-side reviews as well. If your evaluation lot survives that week, we sit again."

Kiri held his calm, but Davin saw the small shift in his jaw. He had wanted the deal, and now he had it.

"That’s fair," Kiri said.

Soren extended his hand across the table, and Kiri took it.

After that, the room moved faster. Nira brought the paperwork forward. A limited evaluation agreement was signed. Quantity, review window, delivery conditions, and follow-up terms were written down clearly enough that no one could pretend later that something else had been promised.

When the last signature was done, Soren closed the file and said, "After one week, we meet again."