The Americans' plotting had little to do with Shen Bing. At least, he would not pay it much attention.
In Shen Bing's eyes, they were nothing more than a bunch of clowns. If he had not wanted a stable environment for development, there was no way they could still be sitting so comfortably in the White House.
At that moment, what concerned Shen Bing most was the launch of the Intelligent Robots.
After the banquet ended, the number of visitors to Phantom Immortal Technology surged. Even companies that had previously had little contact with it sent important figures to pay a visit, most of them executives from labor-intensive businesses.
Their objective was simple: they hoped to buy Intelligent Robots from Phantom Immortal Technology in bulk to replace their existing workers.
Most could only meet with sales managers from the Sales Department. Well, "sales manager" was really just a title. Within the company, they were merely salespeople.
Some major clients, however, could meet with the head of the Sales Department.
At that moment, one client was being received personally by Wang Sheng, because the deal was worth a staggering ten billion US dollars.
Actually, this client had initially hoped to speak with Chairman Shen Bing, but Shen Bing had simply said he was busy and passed him straight on to Wang Sheng.
What other company would dare disregard a ten-billion-dollar contract? But Shen Bing was that haughty. Forget ten billion—what difference would a hundred billion make? If I don't think it's important, that's all there is to it.
"Mr. Wang, our company intends to purchase five hundred thousand Intelligent Robots." The speaker was a middle-aged man in his forties, Wang He, President of the Meituan Group.
President Wang sounded supremely confident when he said this.
How could he not be confident?