Shen Bing shook his head and said bluntly, "Mr. Inagawa, there's no need to bring up acquiring the technology. Anyone who stops to think knows we would never transfer this technology to someone else."
Mr. Inagawa had grown used to Shen Bing's blunt, barbed way of speaking, and the refusal came as no surprise.
"That was presumptuous of me!" Mr. Inagawa said. "Deep Geothermal Power Generation Technology truly is remarkable. Mr. Shen, setting aside a technology transfer, could you offer us favorable terms if we purchase the related products? As you know, our country has a tremendous demand for electricity."
"Favorable terms?" Shen Bing said. "That's not happening. We never use discounts to promote our products. If your demand is high, I might even charge more. Assuming, of course, that I'm willing to sell the product."
Mr. Inagawa's heart lurched. He knew Phantom Immortal Technology's previous stance on geothermal power equipment. To put it bluntly, Shen Bing had never intended to sell the equipment to outside buyers. He would only cooperate by building his own power stations and selling electricity. Even in Huaxia, that was the only model he used.
Still, Mr. Inagawa clung to a sliver of hope. "Then might you be willing to sell Geothermal Power Generators, Mr. Shen?"
Under Mr. Inagawa's anxious, expectant gaze, Shen Bing calmly shook his head. "No."
A faint, bitter smile crossed Mr. Inagawa's face. If you weren't willing, why not just say so? Why waste all those words?
For a moment, he seemed to recall his days as a technician decades earlier. Huaxia had still been poor and backward then, its scientific and technological capabilities far below those of developed countries like his own. He had once come to Huaxia to provide technical support, and he had been insufferably full of himself,