Feng Tao's call was to his father, as he couldn't make a decision on such a big issue by himself.
"Chairman, those people I mentioned to you last time have now come, and they hope we will hand over the patent rights," Feng Tao said anxiously.
"What, what did you say? Hand over the patent rights?" a middle-aged man on the other end roared.
"Chairman, keep your voice down, they are right here, I'm with them, and now they're waiting for an answer," Feng Tao emphasized; he truly feared that the old man might blurt out something inappropriate and anger Xiang Yu.
The reason why Feng Tao was calling him 'Chairman' now was actually to secretly signal to the old man that he wasn't able to speak freely.
"The patent rights must not be given; just wait there, I want to see who is being so overbearing," the person at the other end said before hanging up the phone directly.
The voice on the other end was loud, and although Xiang Yu was some distance away from Feng Tao, he heard him clearly.
