"We have to increase production capacity!" Shen Bing said.
"We certainly do," Wang Sheng said. "But the problem is, that isn't something we can accomplish in a day or two. A hundred thousand phones a day, divided among all our sales outlets, leaves the smaller ones with only a few dozen and the larger ones with a hundred or so. There just aren't enough to go around."
Shen Bing shrugged helplessly. "There's nothing we can do! We have to take it one step at a time. We've already done everything we can on this front. Even the best cook can't make a meal without ingredients. No amount of ability can change that."
Wang Sheng looked pained. "But won't that cost us a lot of sales? Apple phones will definitely sell like crazy during this gap. By then, consumers who aren't particularly well-off will hesitate to switch to our phones. That'll affect our eventual sales figures."
Shen Bing gave a mysterious smile. "There's no end to the money we can make. We can't wipe out Apple Inc. in one fell swoop, can we? We have to give them a little breathing room."
Li Rong looked stunned. He couldn't quite make sense of what his boss meant. Didn't his boss hate Apple Inc. to the core? Hadn't he developed the Phantom Spirit Phone precisely to strike at Apple Inc.? Why was he now talking about giving them breathing room?
Wang Sheng caught on quickly, partly because he knew more of the inside story than Li Rong did.
Whose artificial intelligence system was Apple Inc. using now? Phantom Immortal Technology's, of course. The more phones Apple sold, the deeper it sank into this quagmire. Once its original iOS System had completely lost its market and even development had stopped, how would Apple react