But Mr. Xue, the man behind the hidden family, was very cunning. Instead of giving Ye Wangchuan personal compensation, he made concessions from the chip industry and gave the capital city scientific research and development opportunities.
In this way, Ye Maoshan had to consider this matter from a higher perspective...
"I would like to add one more thing." He has always been resolute and resolute, and he is extremely decisive in his life and actions. Although he is so young, he will have more things to consider when he gets older, and his essential style has not changed.
The gentleman from Vancouver immediately bent over and said, "Please tell me."
Ye Maoshan pondered: "They also want to give the Tsinghua University research team a chance to visit the laboratory."
Vancouver was stunned, knowing the weight behind his understatement of the request, so he did not dare to agree easily, so he only said: "I can convey it to you."
"Okay." Ye Maoshan waved his hands grandly: "Then you have agreed with them to come to me again."
When Vancouver saw that he must add this, otherwise there would be no discussion, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, looked at the shrewd and sturdy old man in front of him and said: "...You really will give me problems."
Ye Maoshan looked back with no guilt on his face and said calmly, "Didn't you also give me a problem?"
"..." He came to work as a lobbyist for the Hidden Family, using the dispute between Beijing City and M Continent as a condition for them to come forward and endure the hatred of the future heir being injured. This was in itself looking for trouble.
"Then you are always waiting for news from me."
"In short, this is the condition offered by the Ye family. If you agree, we can continue the discussion. If you don't agree, there is no need to talk. I think Mr. Ye is very angry. It was only because I brought up the Beijing chip project that he could bear to listen to me.
Otherwise, I might have been kicked out before I even mentioned the next thing..."
He tightened his fingers, tightened his face, and relaxed his mouth: "I'll try to discuss it with other people first before I get back to you."
"good."
**
Vancouver received accurate information from Ye Maoshan, so they turned around and contacted M State.
The old man in green shirt is messaging at home.
"...I know." Mr. Xue was at home because of the news coming back from Vancouver. His heart was in mid-air and he couldn't put it down or lift it up. It was extremely uncomfortable to hang there.
"good."
Vancouver was extremely gentle and added: "Mr.
Mr. Xue immediately turned green, took a breath, clenched the receiver in his hand, the blood vessels on his neck protruded, and sneered: "He's embarrassed to mention it."
When I saw the phone ringing at home, I walked over without saying a word, picked up the receiver and put it to my ear: "What did the other party say?"
Vancouver knew he was in the wrong, and immediately choked on his words.
"The Ye family requested to add one more item to the original request, allowing the Tsinghua University research team to visit your laboratory." Vancouver did not beat around the bush and repeated Ye Maoshan's request.
Vancouver tried to avoid suspicion: "This is a conflict between the two of you, and it has nothing to do with me. I am only responsible for spreading the word in the middle."
"Um."
He heard the low voice of the old man in blue shirt and hung up the phone. Then he raised his head and saw the driver peeking at him through the rearview mirror.
The blond, blue-eyed middle-aged man glanced over fiercely, and the frightened driver immediately retracted his gaze.
He raised his hand to open the car window to let in the fresh air from outside, and casually told the driver: "Go to Zichen Road."
The driver sighed softly and turned the black car towards Zichen Road.