"What are you saying, Mr. Shen?" Mike said hastily. "I really only wanted to verify whether it would be just as effective around New York Harbor."
Shen Bing scoffed. "Even if you took away just a single organism, it could reproduce indefinitely and eventually help you solve your crude oil pollution problem. If you solved the problem with the sample alone, would you still negotiate a deal with me afterward? I had no idea you Americans had suddenly become so trustworthy."
For a moment, Mike was speechless.
When he thought carefully about Shen Bing's words, they did seem to make sense.
A sample of this microorganism was different from a sample of an ordinary product. Taking one ordinary product meant taking just that one item, but taking a biological sample was essentially taking breeding stock. Nobody would be happy with that.
Shen Bing continued, "Besides, your earlier concerns are completely unnecessary. I can guarantee that the microorganism our company has modified can survive in oil under any conditions. If introducing it into New York Harbor fails to resolve the pollution there, we can cancel the deal and promise to compensate you."
Seeing how confidently Shen Bing spoke, Mike put his lingering doubts aside.
He had originally come looking for faults. But after seeing Phantom Immortal Technology's new technology, he had no choice but to change his mind. Introducing this microorganism to the United States was what mattered. Nothing was more important to the United States right now than cleaning up the pollution in New York Harbor.
"Since you're willing to make that guarantee, Mr. Shen, insisting any further would only make me look unreasonable," Mike said. "Tell us your terms. I believe we can negotiate, provided they aren't too harsh."
"Terms?" Shen Bing said. "I'm a businessman. All I'm after