After leaving Ant Army Company, Gao Zhendong's face was as dark as thunderclouds. He had never suffered such humiliation before.
Whenever he had discussed cooperation with others in the past, they had either flattered him or greeted him with smiles. This time, when he approached Zhao Min, he believed he had lowered his stance enough, yet he still got slapped in the face.
Just from the agreement, he could tell that Ant Army Company had no intention of cooperating with them.
Thinking of this, Gao Zhendong began to worry.
Smartphones were an unstoppable trend. If they failed to catch this train, even if they were not completely eliminated, being squeezed into the second tier was entirely possible.
There was good money to be made in the mobile internet industry, but the competition was unimaginably fierce.
Companies like Nokia, Sony, Yahoo, and Motorola had once been leaders in the industry. In the end, they were either acquired or eliminated because they failed to keep up with the changing times.
No company lasted forever, especially in the mobile internet industry. Technology advanced too quickly. Once you fell behind, you were finished.
Although phones could function without an Intelligent Assistant, lacking Artificial Intelligence meant falling a generation behind technologically.
The Multilingual Intelligent Assistant could now use Korean. Big Rice Company was already popular in their country, and it definitely would not let this opportunity slip by. By then, even their business in their home market might be snatched away, let alone their overseas operations.
The more Gao Zhendong thought about it, the more troubled he became. They had to obtain the Intelligent Assistant.
But they could not possibly agree to Ant Army Company's terms. The licensing fee was far too high. Nearly 20 percent—no company could bear such a fee.
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