In the hotel room, Xiao ZhengYi stood by the window with a glass of water in hand, looking down at the bustling streets below. His brow was tightly furrowed.
The negotiations had reached their final stage and were on the verge of being concluded, yet they had stalled at the last hurdle. Ant Army Company's stance was very clear. From Zhao Min's expression, it seemed there was no room for negotiation on this matter.
At this rate, there was no telling when they would be finished.
After pondering for a long time, Xiao ZhengYi picked up his phone and dialed a number. This matter was indeed troublesome, and he could not make the decision on his own. He had to report it upward and determine their stance.
The call connected, and a deep middle-aged man's voice came through. "What is it, Director Xiao? Has the cooperation been settled?"
"Not yet. Ant Army Company's conditions have mostly been confirmed, but there is still one final step. Ant Army Company wants operational and management control of the company, and their attitude is very firm."
The other end fell silent, seemingly deep in thought.
After quite a while, the voice came back. "This needs to be studied. Try to find a way first and see whether you can make them relent."
"Understood."
Xiao ZhengYi acknowledged him and hung up.
Over the next few days, Xiao ZhengYi tried every possible means to make Zhao Min yield on the company's management rights. But despite exhausting every trick he had, Zhao Min remained unmoved.
This was the final question, and it was also an unavoidable problem. For a company like this, management control was crucial, and neither side was willing to give ground.
Inside the laboratory of Building No. 1, Zhao Min had just entered