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Secretary Xiao Ai tapped twice on the office door a week after the acquisition. "President Lu, the Dove team is here."
Lu Haifeng closed the datasheet he'd been marking up, smoothed his jacket, and stepped into the main conference room. Almost twenty engineers waited in a neat row. Half were women—a rare sight in hardware circles—and every face held a mix of nerves and suppressed excitement.
The woman at the front offered a steady handshake. "Jiang Li, former Dove project lead. Thank you for having us."
"Welcome to Huaxing." Lu's smile was warm but appraising. Jiang Li's file said she held an Electronic-Information PhD from Yanjing University and had steered every Dove handset from sketch to store shelf. Today, he would see if those lines translated into absolute authority.
He wasted no time. "Your new mission is simple. You'll head up the Hongmeng S series, a phone line tailored for style lovers and camera fanatics—especially our female customers. Specs and budget are flexible; launch date is not. We ship before year-end."
The newcomers straightened as one. Jiang Li answered for them. "Understood. Permission to integrate Dove's image-processing IP?"
"Granted," Lu said. "Ask for anything you need. If I'm on the road, Vice-President Liu Jianyu can sign off in my place."
The meeting adjourned; the unspoken message lingered. An acquisition meant nothing until a team proved it deserved the badge on the door.
February blurred into code sprints and caffeine nights. By the month's final Monday, chief industrial designer Yang Qiang appeared in Lu's office with dark circles under his eyes and a leather folder.
"Third-generation Hongmeng S concept," he announced.
Lu flipped through renders and exploded views. A slim violet chassis wrapped a Kunpeng A2 Lite, dual fifty-megapixel shooters, and a bright 6.4-inch AMOLED. Component swaps in unseen corners trimmed costs without touching premium touchpoints. For mass-market fashion lovers, it was nearly perfect.
"It's good," Lu admitted.
Yang inhaled, gathering courage. "Two requests."
"Go on."
"First, marketing wants to headline with a thirty-five-watt SuperCharge. It'd crush competitors at this price."
Lu closed the folder, thinking. Internally, thirty-five watts marked the boundary between the aspirational X line and everything below. Handing it to the mid-range S would blur pricing logic and steal thunder from the upcoming X3. After a long beat, he shook his head.
"Thirty-five stays with the X family—differentiation matters. But I'll give you a twenty-five-watt SuperCharge. Full battery in under two hours while rivals crawl toward three. Good enough to print on every billboard."
Yang exhaled, half relieved. "Understood. Second request: We want a Lavender Dream, a Mint Frost finish, and pDove'sve's full beauty algorithm stack for low-light selfies. Sensors alone will add roughly ¥8 million—≈ $1.1 million."
That figure barely registered in Lu's expansion ledger, but the strategic value was tremendous. A women-focused S line with killer portraits would flank Samsung's early-launch Galaxy S6 Pro and dodge Huawei's brute-force spec wars. He nodded once.
"Approved. Colorways, budget, all of it. Prototype in six weeks. Jiang Li handles the selfie engine."
Yang practically bowed. "Thank you, President Lu."
The next morning, Lu summarized the roadmap in a single note to Liu Jianyu:
"Q2 EVT samples: Kunpeng A2 Lite plus 25 W charge.Q3:
Q3:Mediatek Dovee low-light IP into Harmony OS camera core.
Q4: dual-front launch—power users take X3, style shooters take S3. Clear market lanes; no cannibalization."
He sent the memo and leaned back. Samsung was rushing the S6 Pro, Huawei and Xiaomi were arming Snapdragon 815 flagships, and domestic copycats waited to undercut anything expensive. Dove'sve's engineers hit their marks, Huaxing would own both ends of the flagship spectrum while rivals fought in the middle.
For now, every part clicked. R&D hammered on 50-watt fast-charge prototypes for next year, supply-chain locked in lavender glass, and Jiang Li's team burned through nights teaching neural nets to brighten skin without smearing freckles. War on three fronts was coming, but Lu Haifeng finally had the right weapons—and, more importantly, the right people—to win it.
He closed the folder labeled "Hongmeng S3," allowed himself one satisfied breath, and Dove into the following stack of contracts.
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