Eight Million for a Scrap Battery

Lin smiled. “What did the debt cost you?” “Irrelevant.” “Six hundred ten thousand. Yuansheng took a thirty-percent discount for immediate payment.” Lin set his phone down. “Your people monitored me, but missed that I checked the transfer.” Gu’s eyes narrowed. “You paid six hundred ten thousand to demand technology worth billions. Is Hanhai always this good at business?” “Technology has value only when commercialized. Without Hanhai, you cannot even obtain certification.” “Then I’ll give you the chance to commercialize it.” Lin opened a hidden compartment in the toolbox and removed an old palm-sized drone. Cracks crossed its shell; one propeller was held together with glue.