"Now that this round of sanctions has come down, I don't think Fei Yang Optics will be able to get back on its feet."
"Exactly. This investment was a mistake. Don't let it drag us down too."
"Yeah. After the restrictions came out, no domestic company besides Zhong Zheng Company could withstand them. Even Zhong Zheng Company has been looking a little worn down these past year or two."
"This is only the initial stage. If the sanctions escalate and no company is allowed to trade with Fei Yang Optics, we'll be dragged into a crisis too."
"I disagree. I think we should stand firmly with Fei Yang Optics. We can't think like petty people."
"Exactly. Are your knees really that weak? Do you have to kneel and lick someone else's boots?"
"Who are you calling a bootlicker?"
"Whoever bootlicks is who I'm talking about!"
At Hua Long Technology's weekly meeting in Peng City, the executives had barely finished the company's operations meeting before they began fiercely arguing over Fei Yang Optics. Everyone stuck to their own views, and they nearly started hurling personal attacks.
It was not until Big Boss Hua Long sternly said, "Enough," stopping everyone, that the meeting room finally returned to silence.
"Why hasn't Zhou Feiyu come out and said anything?"
Zhao Yongyong, the vice president of strategic investment, sat silently in his seat, his expression full of helplessness. He could not help blaming Zhou Feiyu a little. As the one who had led the effort to cooperate with Zhou Feiyu, he was under enormous pressure.
Although Zhou Feiyu had promised that the restrictions would not affect Fei Yang Optics' operations, they had still tied its hands.
And that was why a large group within Hua Long Technology opposed cooperating with Fei Yang Optics. They