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Chapter 438 The Chosen One_1

Chapter 438: Chapter 438 The Chosen One_1

Prince hurried forward to greet him, and with a sly smile, he said, "Hello, hello! You’re a hero. So, how is it, are you satisfied with your work environment?"

"Satisfied." Shao Feng adjusted his glasses, looking a bit dull at Prince.

He wasn’t feigning at all and seemed indifferent to deceit and trickery, as he blurted out something that took Prince by surprise, "The current technological theories are already quite perfect.

But our equipment is not really up to par; can the boss buy a few photolithography machines? If our chip nanotechnology can’t keep up, our smartphones won’t stand out."

"Photolithography machine?" Prince didn’t quite understand and glanced sideways at the secretary.

Then, he invited Shao Feng, "Come, let’s talk about it slowly."

"No need, no need, it’s very simple," Shao Feng waved his hand in refusal, a shrewdness hidden underneath his eyes.

Yet he still walked towards the office desk with his wooden gait, spotted the telephone, and grabbed it, "It’s like comparing landlines and mobile phones, the products of two different eras. Anyone with eyes can tell which is better and which is worse."

"Given the hardware limitations, current smartphones hardly differ from traditional phones in functionality. They lack selling points and thus won’t ignite a phenomenal boom."

"Therefore, the fate of Pear Company’s first-generation smartphone is doomed to flop."

"But that’s irrelevant to us. We’ve sold the technology to them, gaining shares and funds, and letting them spend money on advertising to pave the market for smartphones."

"Meanwhile, we can take advantage of the lull in smartphone sales to develop the second generation. If we have Dutch photolithography machines, the efficiency of motherboards and CPUs could increase tenfold, and moreover, the production cost of each phone will significantly decrease."

Prince, listening with earnestness, started clapping after Shao Feng finished speaking.

He was genuinely surprised and praised wholeheartedly, "You’ve got way more foresight than Zhao Wenliang. What do you think, how about becoming the chief designer of the smart empire?"

"No, no, no." Shao Feng immediately waved his hands in a timid gesture, scratching his head and feigning stupidity, "This is, well, an excuse that took me several days to think up. In fact, I just want a few photolithography machines."

Ha, ha.

Prince laughed heartily, wagging his finger in the air, "Fine, I won’t ask how much it costs. I’ll buy it!"

"Don’t buy new ones; secondhand equipment is enough, as long there’s a cost saving without wasting money." Shao Feng frowned, looking to anyone like an economical tech geek.

His expression successfully befuddled Prince.

Shao Feng didn’t know who Prince was or why Zhao Wenliang had betrayed him to side with this man, but one thing was clear, their fates were never in their own hands.

"You’ve arrived?" Zhao Wenliang, having changed his clothes and looking cheerful, walked out from a side door.

His shirt buttoned up to the top, he approached Shao Feng with a smile as warm as the spring breeze, "Brother, how did it go talking with Prince?"

"Pretty good," Shao Feng said timidly, glancing at Prince, then adjusting his glasses again.

He covered his mouth with one hand and whispered to Zhao Wenliang, "Can you talk to the boss? I, I’d also like a car, nothing expensive, around ten to a few tens of thousands is fine."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenliang’s first reaction was, this little brother is easy to control.

Laughing merrily, he turned his amused face towards Prince and exaggerated, "Prince, he also wants a car, nothing pricey, just about a hundred thousand will do."

"A man, his car reflects his face; how can it not be pricey?" Prince said, opening a drawer and taking out a set of car keys, "Take it and drive."

"Thank you, boss, thank you!" Shao Feng repeatedly nodded his thanks, wiping the keys on his chest before smiling ear to ear.

Who’s genuine and who’s fake? It’s unclear, but one thing is—no one is a fool.

Shen Dong was no fool either.

He might not see things from a thousand miles away, but he could use his connections to investigate Zhao Wenliang.

Tang Yuchan used her connections to find friends at the Administration of Industry and Commerce to look into Zhao Wenliang’s business records, finding Zhao Wenliang’s Shuyue Cultural Media.

Searching online for "Shuyue," Shuyue Building immediately popped up.

At Silver Moonlight’s computer, Shen Dong pointed at Shuyue Building, puzzled. "Even with Pear Company’s backing, how could it be so incredible? This building is valued at over nine billion. Did Pear Company give Zhao Wenliang shares?"

"Feeling defeated?" Kang Yue laughed with schadenfreude.

She hugged her arms, occasionally nudging Shen Dong in the shoulder, and teased with a wink, "You’re still fussing over two or three billion, while others already have a skyscraper. How can the gap be this huge?"

"That’s impossible." Shen Dong was a bit scared; ninety billion, the current richest man in the empire only had a net worth of just over two hundred billion.

My goodness, is Zhao Wenliang the chosen one?

He refused to believe it and turned to Kang Yue, counting on his fingers. "Even if Zhao Wenliang mastered the technology, smartphones just hit the market, and live streaming hasn’t been around long; where did his first bucket of gold come from?"

"Lottery? Finances?"

Kang Yue nodded at the suggestion, "Finance is possible. Tech geeks understand the market better than the average person. Hypothetically, if they sold their technology to Pear Company, how much do you think 3G technology could fetch?"

"Let’s say ten billion."

"If he entered the financial market and took a spin, could he multiply it several times over?"

That would be very impressive; even Shen Dong, who barely knew the ropes, had fished out a few billion from the gold market. Experts would definitely make a killing.

Thinking this, Shen Dong rubbed his face twice, muttering, "Don’t envy, I don’t envy. You play your game; I’ll play mine. It’s still uncertain who will have the last laugh!"

"Do you think Suhang’s good?"

"Of course, Suhang is good." Upon hearing this, both women understood.

Kang Yue covered her mouth, giggling, and teased Shen Dong, "Being able to use others’ contempt as a chip, you might be the first one."

And Kang Yue was spot-on.

When Shen Dong walked out of Shishan, his many close victories were due to others looking down on him.

Take that truckload of fruits at Jing City University, for instance; which fruit supplier would have thought that a tractor of fruit could one day cut off their financial path?

They looked down on him and therefore wouldn’t bother with him. Not bothering meant they could only watch Shen Dong grow stronger.

By the time they realized the disaster, it was too late! They could only slap their thighs and lament, "Ah, if only I had known it would turn out like this, I shouldn’t have let him enter Jing City!"

It’s the same principle.

Shen Dong didn’t see anything wrong with it, but instead bragged, "This is called tactics."

While he was boasting, there suddenly came a commotion from the hallway, "Sister, sister, you really can’t go in, Shen Dong is holding a meeting inside!"

"Move aside!"

"Not to be a bother, but if you could just wait, seriously..."

The noise outside was loud, clearly audible inside the room.

Kang Yue and Tang Yuchan simultaneously turned to look at Shen Dong with strange expressions. "You really do make flowers bloom wherever you go."

"Nonsense." Shen Dong rolled his eyes and walked straight to the door.

After the incident with Chen Yuyan, Shen Dong had kept himself clean, pure in body and mind. But as he opened the door, he thought, this is not good.

"Why are you stopping her!"

Shen Dong, enraged, lifted his foot to kick Zhou Wenbin.

It was none other than Chen Yuyan who had arrived, and there was no stopping her. If there were no guilty conscience, why couldn’t Chen Yuyan be let in?