After Sun Li and Wang Bo left, Shen Bing could finally have a quiet chat with Old Yang.
Deep down, Shen Bing wanted to bring Old Yang into his company. He had a real talent for software and networking, and, most importantly, Shen Bing knew his character well enough to entrust him with important responsibilities.
Given Phantom Immortal Technology's current situation, however, Shen Bing couldn't really extend an invitation. After all, as far as the public knew, Phantom Immortal Technology was just a glass factory. Asking a software and networking specialist to join him in making glass would be downright unreasonable, wouldn't it?
Still, during their conversation, Shen Bing dropped a few hints about Phantom Immortal Technology expanding into computers and networking in the future, laying some groundwork.
Old Yang merely smiled at that. Nothing more needed to be said.
Between brothers, spelling certain things out too plainly could actually make things awkward, couldn't it?
In a secluded corner outside the University of Electronic Science and Technology's gates, a sports car sat quietly by the roadside.
It was Shen Bing's Spyker C8.
At the moment, however, several bottles of drinks sat on its hood—mineral water, Sprite, Red Bull, and the like...
King Bo and Sun Li sat inside, looking distinctly nervous.
"Old Sun, do you think anyone will take a drink?"
Sun Li couldn't help rolling his eyes. "You parked the damn car here. Who the hell's going to see it?"
"Oh, screw you. If we parked right outside the gates like you suggested and the university administrators saw us, we'd both be screwed," Wang Bo argued.
Sun Li shook his head speechlessly. He had Wang Bo figured out: a big guy with no guts.
Then again, he seemed to be feeling a little nervous himself. But he couldn't