Everyone at Facebook was overjoyed—so naturally, that ant so other company was not.
That unhappy company was MK Tech.
Myron Case frowned as he studied Facebook's sales data.
Facebook's luck was off the charts.
They had Gastar Electronic Entertainnt—such a powerful partner.
At the sa ti, he had to admit that video gas were indeed a major driver of smartphone sales.
Beside Facebook's report lay MK Tech's own sales figures.
This data had also been made public.
...
...
Earlier, market research institutions had directly compared Facebook and MK Tech's numbers.
Facebook's sales had increased by 10%.
anwhile, MK Tech's had dropped by around 3%.
Although MK Tech had a higher overall market share, and the decline looked smaller in percentage terms, the sheer volu of lost sales roughly matched Facebook's gain—indicating that most of MK Tech's losses had directly translated into Facebook's gains.
Sotis, it's hard for people to resist low-cost products.
And if the low-cost product is comparable in quality and performance to the more expensive one, then its value proposition becos even more compelling.
Of course, MK Tech still had a loyal following—many believed the MK phone series was a symbol of personal status, sothing cheaper products couldn't replace.
But even they found it hard to hold out when Facebook users surged like a tide.
Those who liked Facebook genuinely loved the product.
They could revisit old gas on it—a dream co true for veteran players.
With just one device, they could enjoy many different gas.
These users had the most favorable opinion of Facebook smartphones.
As Facebook continued to rise, even economic analysts began to question how long MK Tech could hold out against the Facebook–Gastar Electronic Entertainnt alliance.
In another year or two, MK Tech might beco an expensive, niche brand that few dared approach—unless they too made bold changes, they were dood to fade into obscurity.
"How's the progress on that new ga I asked for?" Myron Case asked, still staring at the two reports on his desk.
"It's nearing completion," a manager beside him replied. "It could launch anyti now. Based on our projections, it should help boost our sales a little."
Myron nodded. "And are there plans for follow-up gas?"
"Uh... not at the mont. The developnt team is fully focused on finishing this current ga."
Myron pointed at a na on the Facebook report and asked, "Can we make a ga like this?"
The na he pointed to was Candy Fun Match.
"That ga? There wasn't much precedent in the market before. It's still hard to say for sure whether it will be widely popular."
Myron raised an eyebrow. "And Facebook's sales data still can't tell you that?"
"Uh... got it. I'll assign a team to study the ga and begin developnt as soon as possible."
"Make it fast. The shareholders are growing increasingly dissatisfied with . And... we need money for chip R&D."
If he had a choice, Myron would rather not let video gas fully invade his phones.
But... the sales boost from gas was real and undeniable.
He was a visionary—he could see the trend of where the electronics market was going.
He could clearly foresee a future dominated by mobile smart devices.
And now he had to admit that video gas could deliver a steady stream of cash flow.
He could've held fast to his strategy and tried to keep his phones as ga-free as possible.
After all, with past experiences under his belt, he still held absolute authority within MK Tech.
The shareholders couldn't completely override him. At most, they could divest and abandon the company.
But Myron couldn't let that happen—not for their sake, but because he needed the money.
He wanted to develop chips. He wanted to expand into more fields.
Especially the PC sector—he still wanted to make a coback there. He had never truly accepted being shut out of the traditional PC market.
He wanted to rise again in the PC space.
But all of that required progress in chip developnt—he didn't want MK Tech to be just another assembly-line manufacturer.
Without money, none of it was possible.
So no matter how reluctant he was, he had to make use of video gas.
As the manager was about to leave, Myron called out, "Wait. Didn't you guys suggest negotiating with Surei Electronics before, to bring their gas onto our phones? What's the status?"
"Well... our team is still in talks with Surei Electronics."
Myron raised an eyebrow. "Still negotiating? Did they make unreasonable demands?"
"No, it's not that. It's just... they've been ignoring us. Our people have visited multiple tis, but every ti they say their top executives are too busy to et."
"So they don't want to work with us," Myron narrowed his eyes. "Do we know the exact reason?"
The manager answered cautiously, "N-not yet, sir."
Myron gave him a sharp look, which imdiately made the manager break into a nervous sweat.
But Myron didn't say much else. He waved his hand. "You can go. Keep following up on negotiations with Surei. We're willing to offer better revenue splits—just like Facebook and Gastar."
"Understood. I'll get on it."
anwhile, at the Surei Electronics building in Tokyo, Japan, a few Westerners stood out in the lobby.
They were casually chatting and laughing while lounging in the waiting area.
"President, MK Tech's people are here again," reported the assistant of Uejin Hayakawa, who was responsible for handling daily operations.
Lately, they had been receiving a group of unwelco guests.
At first, those people ca in with arrogant, entitled attitudes, demanding a partnership with Surei Electronics. Surei rejected them without hesitation.
But that didn't stop them—they kept coming back again and again, tirelessly requesting cooperation.
For these field reps, it was more like a vacation anyway. Hanging around a few extra days didn't matter—their salaries kept coming.
Hayakawa smirked with a touch of mockery. "They're back again? Relentless, aren't they?"
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