The person who came down was none other than Deng Fangliang. His purpose for being there was obvious—he was still there to discuss a potential collaboration with Professor Mo.
Ever since Qin Hai had undercut him, Deng Fangliang had been quite distressed these past two days. In addition, his company's website had been hacked, and nearly eighty percent of the office computers had been infected with trojans, leading to the leakage of company secrets. His mood now was like a lit stick of dynamite, ready to explode at any moment.
However, even with such feelings, thinking of the long-term plans for his company, he had still suppressed his anger and come to Capital City, looking to make one last attempt with Professor Mo.
He had just reached the entrance of the small building when a cigarette butt flew over and happened to land on Deng Fangliang's brightly polished leather shoes, leaving a bit of ash on them.