I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!

Prince hurried forward to greet him, and with a sly smile, he said, "Hello, hello! You’re a hero. So, how is it, are you satisfied with your work environment?"

"Satisfied." Shao Feng adjusted his glasses, looking a bit dull at Prince.

He wasn’t feigning at all and seemed indifferent to deceit and trickery, as he blurted out something that took Prince by surprise, "The current technological theories are already quite perfect.

But our equipment is not really up to par; can the boss buy a few photolithography machines? If our chip nanotechnology can’t keep up, our smartphones won’t stand out."

"Photolithography machine?" Prince didn’t quite understand and glanced sideways at the secretary.

Then, he invited Shao Feng, "Come, let’s talk about it slowly."

"No need, no need, it’s very simple," Shao Feng waved his hand in refusal, a shrewdness hidden underneath his eyes.

Yet he still walked towards the office desk with his wooden gait, spotted the telephone, and grabbed it, "It’s like comparing landlines and mobile phones, the products of two different eras. Anyone with eyes can tell which is better and which is worse."

"Given the hardware limitations, current smartphones hardly differ from traditional phones in functionality. They lack selling points and thus won’t ignite a phenomenal boom."

"Therefore, the fate of Pear Company’s first-generation smartphone is doomed to flop."

"But that’s irrelevant to us. We’ve sold the technology to them, gaining shares and funds, and letting them spend money on advertising to pave the market for smartphones."