As Wang Sheng finished speaking, silence fell over the meeting room. Only Kasimi's heavy, ragged breathing broke the stillness.
What did it mean to lie through your teeth? Wang Sheng had just demonstrated it.
Two or three months earlier, nobody would have doubted Phantom Immortal Technology if it had pleaded poverty.
But the Golden Pangolin Devices Phantom Immortal Technology had sold recently were hardly a secret. Everyone knew the company had made a mountain of money from them.
Now Wang Sheng actually claimed that Phantom Immortal Technology had no money to expand its backend server capacity? How big could the backend for Dragon Scale Security Software possibly be? Surely a supercomputer would be more than enough? A few hundred million U.S. dollars would cover it at most. Surely Phantom Immortal Technology wasn't going to claim it couldn't even afford that.
"General Manager Wang, what exactly do you mean?" Kasimi looked ready to devour someone.
It wasn't fair to blame him for losing his composure. When he had offered to make it free, Kasimi had felt as though he were sticking his face out for the other side to slap.
Instead, the other side had dismissed the offer outright, thrown his dignity onto the floor, and stomped on it a few times. The fact that Kasimi hadn't flown into a rage and punched someone already showed considerable restraint.
Wang Sheng seemed not to notice Kasimi's furious expression. Or perhaps he was deliberately provoking him.
After all, Wang Sheng had little fondness for these people from Apple Inc. at the moment. Ever since learning that Apple Inc. was behind the online smear campaign against Dragon Scale Security Software, he had held a grudge against the company.
Besides, the boss had only said that they needed to reach an agreement in the end.