"You didn't call me to ask me to clean up your mess over those recent rumors, did you?"
A laughing scolding came from the old man on the other end of the phone.
Jiang Siming quickly protested, "What are you talking about? Do I look like someone with that much free time?"
The old man laughed and said, "Then is the purifier ready for mass production?"
Jiang Siming's expression turned bitter again. "Not yet."
He did want to mass-produce it, but he hadn't picked up a fragment like that.
"I called because I wanted to..."
Jiang Siming explained the matter of the lithography machine. After listening, the old man first confirmed whether it was real.
After receiving Jiang Siming's affirmative answer, his tone immediately became much more cheerful.
"No problem. You don't need to worry about the factory. I'll arrange the best factory for you. As for the technical personnel, I'll have experts from the Chinese Academy of Sciences assist you. If we can really produce our own extreme ultraviolet lithography machine, you'll have done us a huge favor."
With the old man's approval, Jiang Siming felt completely relieved.
It was great to have a powerful backer. He didn't need to worry about anything.
If Jiang Siming had to set up this kind of factory himself, finding all the professionals alone would have been a huge headache.
Now that a big shot had spoken, Jiang Siming believed his factory would be taken care of soon.
After discussing some specific details about the lithography machine, the old man hung up on Jiang Siming because he had to continue his meeting.
Before hanging up, he even asked Jiang Siming, "Are you sure you don't need me to help resolve your romantic troubles?"
"Ahem, ahem. Really, I don't. I have my own arrangements."