Pei Qian looked at Mr. Sima, who seemed to be making his final arrangements, and frowned. "You were like this when I visited last time, and you're still like this now. So stop using this as an excuse.
"I really want to know: we've already invested 3.6 billion in Xiongdi Equipment, and we're on the verge of seeing results. Are you really going to give up now?"
Mr. Sima sighed and said sadly, "EUV lithography machines aren't easy to make. Some companies spend 30 billion—or even 300 billion—and still might not be able to make one.
"As for the company spending 900 million, just consider it your wages for all these years. Let's part on good terms!"
Seeing no remorse in Mr. Sima's eyes, only determination, Pei Qian couldn't help asking, "Mr. Sima, why did you insist on handing the company over to me before, only to want it back now?
"Is it because the company's now on track and no longer much affected by your decisions, or is it just about the money?"
Mr. Sima looked at Pei Qian. He knew Pei Qian wouldn't let it go unless he told the truth, so he sighed and said, "Neither. I just feel that if this keeps up, Tenda Games and Jinghong Group will both end up belonging to you sooner or later!"
Hearing that, Pei Qian immediately wanted to argue, but then he thought of Feihuang Games, Xinxin Technology, and Li Shi Capital. They seemed to be supplying Xiongdi Equipment with all kinds of equipment and materials.
By that reckoning, although they'd spent 3.6 billion, most of the money—apart from what they'd spent on production lines—had gone to those three companies, helping them grow as well.
As for Tenda Games, it had indeed benefited very little in this regard. Its