Jingzhao Prefect, Yunxiu Studio.
Chen Yansen took off his jacket and hung it on a nearby coat rack, leaving him in just a navy-blue shirt.
He picked up the teapot and personally poured a cup of hot tea for both Hu Ruihui and Liang Jingsong, then waved to the server outside the door.
The server immediately understood, instructing the kitchen to begin sending out the dishes while bringing in two bottles of fine wine.
"Mr. Chen, thank you," Liang Jingsong replied quickly.
At this point, Liang Jingsong finally understood: Chen Yansen's chip manufacturing company wasn't even off the ground yet. Aside from the intention to create one, it didn't even have a name.
He wanted to refuse, unwilling to waste his time in the country.
In his view, even if he couldn't go to Mountain Star or Taiwan Semiconductor Manufacturing Company, he could always go to GlobalFoundries or United Microelectronics Corporation.
