Pei Wencong's words infuriated Wang Lie.
But before coming to see Pei Wencong, Wang Lie had already prepared himself to "endure the humiliation of the moment." So after the fierce anger passed, he began explaining himself to Pei Wencong.
"Mr. Pei, forgive my bluntness, but although you are a successful businessman, you do not understand America. Even if I sold An Wang Company to you in its entirety, could you truly breathe new life into it and defeat IBM?"
"My family has been in America for decades. We have good connections with clients in every field. We merely have a minor cash-flow problem now; it has not reached the point where we need to sell the company."
Pei Wencong listened patiently for several minutes, then waved his hand. "Brother Wang, why do you think I want to defeat IBM?"
Wang Lie froze for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Because we are competitors with IBM. Only by defeating our opponent can the winner take all."
Pei Wencong shook his head. "Brother Wang, those of us in business value harmony bringing wealth. A way of doing things where either you die or I perish is not advisable."
Wang Lie could not help but feel intense contempt.
A nouveau riche was a nouveau riche—he had not the slightest spirit of bold enterprise. For Heaven to grant someone like Pei Wencong such staggering wealth was truly an injustice of the heavenly way.
"Mr. Pei, that is why I say you do not understand America. Here in America, everyone competes actively and fairly. That is also an important reason America can be number one in the world."
Wang Lie was quite eloquent, chattering on and on. It sounded as though every word made perfect sense.
Yet both Pei Wencong and Li Ye were quietly