Worried his dad might use the ashtray in anger toward Carlisle, Daniel swiftly moved it away from Ryan''s hand.
With thepany relying on Carlisle''s help, Daniel made sure to prevent any potential conflict.
Then, Ryan changed his tone, saying, "My processor works with almost all phones out there. I''ve seen Riley Corporation''s products. Trust me, they''ll work great with my processor."
Despite his bold im, he secretly doubted that Riley Corporation''s phones could evene close to matching his processor''s capabilities.
Ryan thought that perhaps Daniel had a point. Carlisle didn''t seem to grasp much about phones, let alone processors.
At that moment, Carlisle took out his phone and called Hank.
"Boss..." Hank''s hoarse voice came through the phone.
Carlisle casually asked, "Could you send me our smart system concept book?"
"To your
"Yeah."
Messenger inbox?" inquired Hank.
After ending the call, Carlisle got up and turned to Ryan, asking, "Do you mind if I use yourputer?"
Ryan stood up from his chair to amodate him. Carlisle then opened theputer, logged into his MSN messenger ount, and essed his email. Ryan hovered behind Carlisle, peering over his shoulder at theputer screen.
As Carlisle refreshed the inbox, Hank''s email appeared promptly. He clicked to open the attachment. Inside was aprehensive manual detailing the functions of the Smartphone''s smart system. The document also included designs for the phone''s appearance and user interface.
These designs were crafted based on Carlisle''s descriptions.
However, the feasibility of bringing them to life depended on the manufacturing capabilities of the hardware. Hank''s cleverness was evident from his extractions of the core technology from Carlisle''s descriptions.
Carlisle stood up and said, "Mr. Ryan, take a look at these blueprints. I''m curious if your processor can handle powering my phone."
With that said, he settled back in and took a sip from his cup.
"My processor can handle Nokia and Motor, let alone your obscure phones," Ryan shot back.
He grew increasingly irritated with the incessant provocation from someone barely older than his son.
Daniel chimed in, urging. "Come on, Dad, Give it a chance before you judge."
He wouldn''t have easily trusted Carlisle before. But ever since he saw Carlisle''s bank bnce, he had not reason to doubt him now.
Ryan narrowed his eyes at Carlisle, asking. “Are you ying games with me, or are you genuinely interested in buying mypany?
"If you''re just here tofort me on behalf of my son, then consider your mission aplished."
With a resigned sigh, Carlisle retrieved a checkbook from his pocket and wrote a 55 million-dor check.
It was worth noting that at that time, 55 million would be of equal value to five hundred million in the next ten years or so.
Ryan and Daniel both widened their eyes simultaneously, their expressions nearly identical.
Carlisle tore off the check and casually slid it across the table with a smile.
"You might be skeptical about the legitimacy of this check, but you''re wee to verify its authenticity."
With decades of business experience under his belt, Ryan could easily distinguish between real and fake.
checks.
He flicked the deskmp on and inspected the check under its glow.
"Dad, Carl really has two hundred million. I''m not joking, Daniel insisted.
He was slowly feeling frustrated by his father''s skepticism.
Daniel worried about the consequences if they upset Carl, and he backed out of buying the Enpany.
Carlisle remained calm and showed Ryan the bank text messages on his phone.
As Ryan scrolled through the notifications of bnce changes his eyes widened dramatically upon seeing over 20 transactions from Islo Clothing transferring funds.
He looked up at Carlisle and asked, "What''s your connection to Lethan?"This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.
Islo Clothing had transferred 180 million dors to him.
Ryan couldn''t help but wonder if Carlisle could possibly be Lethan''s illegitimate child.