Chapter Four: The First Money—and the Patent Is Not for Sale

Yanqiu had slept six hours in three days. Her nosebleeds had stopped, but the ringing in her ears was becoming more frequent. “Qiyao will come.” A black sedan pulled up downstairs as she spoke. Qiyao's technical vice president, Yan Bo, entered with counsel and slid an acquisition agreement across the table. “Twelve million for all masters, samples, and disputed rights. You can pay the eight million and still have four million to restart production.” Han Shouyi and the old engineers breathed harder. Twelve million was real money when they had none. Yanqiu turned to the last page. “Qiyao used this technology to obtain 9.6 billion in credit. You offer twelve million?”