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.
