r than heaven. You deliberately made things difficult for Miss Shen before, you should say something now, shouldn't you"Manager Li understood his wife's meaning and got up to walk in front of Shen Yia...Song Jinsong glared at Song Yue reproachfully. The more he panicked, the less fear Song Lin showed. If he kept negotiating like this, the other party would soon see through their desperation.

He glanced at Song Yue and motioned for him to sit down.

Song Yue gritted her back teeth before slowly sitting down.

Song Jinsong said, "Let's get down to business. Regarding this cooperation, I'm willing to buy out your chip technology for 50 million yuan. You should know that there's probably no one in Haicheng who can offer a higher price than me."

Hee hee, fifty million

Others' upfront investments weren't just this much, and they even want to buy out the technology. Such meticulous calculation ignores the time and effort invested.

Song Jinsong is really good at negotiating business.

With Song's current capabilities, buying back technology for fifty million now would turn into five hundred million, five billion, or even hundreds of billions in the future, making a massive profit.

Didn't they used to force those young people to sell their technology at the lowest price

Research and development is inherently demanding, requiring sacrifices in terms of time, money, energy, and mental fortitude. A single misstep can push you to the brink of collapse.

As for the Song clan, they had nothing but time and money. That's why they wielded their power against those who aspired to build a fortune from scratch, crushing them into submission.

But Song Lin doesn't lack these things. The purpose of his founding Wei Yi upon returning to China is to bring down the Song family.

His hand fell on the table, his fingertips tapping lightly. The quiet rhythm, however, made Song Yue and Song Jin somewhat restless.

Song Yue chuckled lightly: "Your small company probably doesn't even have that much registered capital, right Just because you stumbled upon a dead mouse while looking for a cat and developed an alternative to ML chips, do you think you're amazing Even if your company has connections abroad, foreigners can't reach here. I advise you to know when to yield and sell the technology. Otherwise, this technology might just rot in your hands."

This is a blatant threat.

Song Jinsong then relaxed his brows and began to wear a red face, smiling and saying: "Song Yue, don't speak so harshly. Our Haicheng still welcomes fresh blood very much. I hope this young man in front of me can develop more in the future. If our Song family had someone with his talent, I would definitely cherish him. But if he doesn't understand the situation, some people are destined to be eliminated.

Song Lin understood Song Jin's implication. It was really the first time he had seen someone dig under someone else's feet at the negotiating table.

Not only did he poach talents, but he also threatened Song Lin that if he didn't pledge allegiance to the Song clan, he would be blacklisted.

Even Xu Da, hearing this, nearly lost his composure.

When faced with them, the Song family acted so arrogantly, let alone in front of other young companies. Their words would probably be even more harsh and dangerous.

At this time, Song Lin opened the file calmly. With a flick of his two fingers, he slid the file in front of Song’s father and son.

"The contract is here, if you can, sign it. If not, just leave."

Song Yue glanced at the numbers on the contract and widened his eyes: "Five hundred million! Is your company worth that much"

Song Jinsong's face was tight, his eyes sharp as he said, "Mr. Song, one shouldn't be too greedy."

Song Lin leaned against the back of the chair, his aura intimidating. He said calmly, "Five hundred million."

Song Jin Song: "One hundred million! This is my last concession, and I will transfer the technology!"

Song Lin: "Five hundred million, sales contract."

Song Jin softened his eyes, and his breathing quickened: "One hundred million!"

Song Rin: "Five hundred million."

Song Jinsong: "..."

Song Lin ignored his anger, pointing to the door: "Goodbye. I wish the Song clan good luck."

Next month, the Song family's new product launch will reopen the window of opportunity. The stock market may fall even more severely as a result.

Song Jinsong stared at Song Lin again, his aura pressing directly against him, causing him to hesitate for a moment.

He hesitated, and then he lost.

He took out a pen from his pocket, Song Yue grabbed him suddenly.

"Dad, you can't, it's too embarrassing."

"Do you have a better way You got me to find an ML person, and after a month, the boss still hasn't met with them. If we wait any longer, we're all done for."

But...

"No problem... I'll get this money back sooner or later." Song Jing's voice was low, his eyes filled with the shrewdness and calculation of a businessman.

Song Yue understood Song Jin's meaning. Weiyi Technology was going to be unlucky.

After signing the contract, Song Lin didn't get up and said coldly, "President Song, walk slowly."

Song Jinsong led Song Yue out without looking back.

Song Rin lowered his head to look at the gold ring on his finger, and he couldn't help but think of Shen Yian. He didn't expect her dad to be so useful after all.

When I turned my lips, a familiar sound came from next door.

"Wait a minute!"

Shen Yi'an his company as soon as possible. 。Aunt Mo held Shen Yian's hand and was about to leave. 。"Mr. Song" Shen Yian was startled. 。"“That’s right, Song Lin told me to come. He knows he can't speak, so he...