He Is a Swindler

"My technology can increase computer data reading speeds by five percent. IBM is also considering buying my patent, so I cannot accept anything below one million dollars."

"Mr. Geer, we believe eighty thousand dollars is a reasonable price."

"Deal."

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As interns, Li Ye and Wen Leyu sat quietly in a corner of the conference room, listening in. The other party had boasted to the heavens, swearing his invention could reshuffle the entire computer industry, yet after Jeff's brief offer, he immediately settled for what he could get.

Wen Leyu wrote a few words on paper and pushed it over to Li Ye.

Doesn't he look a little like a swindler?

Li Ye calmly wrote a few words and pushed the paper back to Wen Leyu.

When we cast a net, we do not know how big the fish beneath the water are. But if we do not cast it, we will never catch any fish.

After reading it, Wen Leyu pursed her little lips and said nothing.

But from her faintly furrowed brows, Li Ye could tell that the little girl was distressed.

After all, Wen Leyu had contributed a large portion of the venture capital firm's initial funding. More than half of her ten-million-plus manuscript fees had been transferred away in one stroke. Having always lived frugally, how could Wen Leyu not worry?

Then there was the fact that after studying and living alongside Li Ye all these years, Wen Leyu had grown overly dependent on him. If Li Ye guaranteed that something would make money, Wen Leyu would trust him without condition. But now, she had to learn to bear this pressure herself.

Still, even with Cisco alone as a foundation, Wen Leyu's little purse would swell in time. This process was also a kind of well-intentioned