The Worse, The Better

Chen Zhao went downstairs, reached the entrance, and looked around.

A green Ferrari beside him rolled down its window, and Deng Zixin stuck out her hand. "Over here, over here!"

Chen Zhao was taken aback. He got into the passenger seat. "Why did you switch cars again?"

"I just love wasting money." Deng Zixin grinned, stepped on the gas, and the sports car screeched to life.

"You don't look too good. Did the meeting not go well?" Deng Zixin asked.

"More than not well—it was an absolute disaster." Chen Zhao said. "There were twenty-three people sitting around the conference table. Twenty-two of them opposed me."

"They opposed you?" Deng Zixin turned the wheel as she asked. "Opposed what?"

"We were deciding on a name for the phone and looked through a lot of proposals." Chen Zhao sighed. "I wanted to use one name, but none of them agreed."

"What name?"

"Cannon Phone."

Deng Zixin: ???

"What the hell?"

"Cannon Phone."

"Hahahahahahahahaha..." Deng Zixin burst into wild laughter.

Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. "What are you laughing at?"

Deng Zixin laughed for an entire intersection before finally stopping. "What kind of name is that? If you're naming the phone Cannon Phone, you might as well call it Deng Zixin Phone."

Chen Zhao shook his head. "That's absolutely impossible."

Deng Zixin frowned. "Why? Doesn't Deng Zixin Phone sound good?"

"Once it goes on sale, people could buy a Deng Zixin for a few thousand or ten thousand yuan. Do you think that'd be good?" Chen Zhao shot back. "And after the models get updated—Deng Zixin 1, Deng Zixin 2, Deng Zixin 3—wouldn't that be ridiculous? Customers would run into phone stores going, 'Ah, I want a white Deng Zixin 8. Can I get a discount?'"

Deng Zixin was left speechless. "That does