"Are you confident?" Jiang Siming asked eagerly.
He was quite interested in Daphne's suggestion.
Tesla cars were purely about exploiting Chinese car buyers.
The cars had a whole host of problems, and their attitude was arrogant.
He had disliked them for a long time.
If he could defeat Tesla head-on through legitimate business practices, he would feel a great sense of accomplishment.
Moreover, as the world's leading electric vehicle brand, if he could bring it down and rise by stepping on its "corpse,"
Falcon would absolutely soar, becoming hugely famous. It would be a result with every benefit and no downside.
Daphne's red lips curved into a slightly smug smile as she said, "Of course."
As she spoke, she began listing things for Jiang Siming. "Tesla cars really were pretty good at first, and their quality was decent. But as Musk grew filthy rich, his ambitions expanded beyond that. He began focusing on space exploration and Bitcoin, while becoming increasingly lax—even negligent—in developing and improving Tesla cars."
"In recent years, there have been many incidents involving Tesla car quality problems, but Musk's public relations team covered them all up. As long as we expose all those incidents, make them public, and use the internet to stir them up, their reputation will collapse on its own."
Jiang Siming nodded repeatedly after hearing this. What a great idea!
"All right, let's do that. I'll leave it to you. If you need my help or the company's help, just ask," Jiang Siming said.
Daphne giggled and said, "I really will need the chairman's company to help."
"Go ahead," Jiang Siming said generously, waving his hand.
Daphne got straight to the point. "I need Gulu Weibo to cooperate fully and stir up the incidents involving Tesla car accidents and quality problems."
"No problem! I'll