After a while, two Americans came and walked into the cafe. As soon as Kuratos Blank waved his hand, they came over.

"Two gentlemen, what should I drink?" the waiter asked.

"A cup of American style", "A cup of cappuccino" said the two respectively.

The waiter nodded and turned away from the dining table.

"Mr. Lee, this is Dennis Wilson, the president of Micron Technology Co., Ltd., and this is Doug Pearman, the vice president of Micron Technology Co., Ltd.," said Kuratos Blank.

"Two gentlemen, this is Li Zhiwen, the shareholder of our company. He happened to be in Dallas, so he came here by the way." Kuratosblank did not say that Li Zhiwen was the boss.

"Hello!" Li Zhiwen said.

"Hello!" said Dennis Wilson and Doug Pearman.

"I want to talk about venture capital today?" Kuratosblank said.

"Didn't Mr. Simplaus say that you Mars Capital refused? What's going on with us now?" Doug Pearman asked.

"Indeed, we rejected Mr. Simplaus' proposal, after all, we are not a subordinate relationship with Apple and have no right to order Mr. Jobs," said Kuratosblank.

"Since that's the case, there's no need for us to continue talking." Doug Pilman turned around and wanted to leave.

"Mr. Pierman wait. We really can't order Apple, but we can invest in the form of capital investment." Kuratosblank said.

"That's not necessary. In fact, we are not short of funds. Mr. Simplaus has provided us with enough funds." Dennis Wilson said.

"That's true. Mr. Simplao spared no effort to support Micron Technology Co., Ltd., but will the two gentlemen lose control over Micron Technology Co., Ltd. if this continues?" Li Zhiwen said.

"What does this gentleman mean? Micron Technology Co., Ltd. has always been in our hands and will never change." Dennis Wilson said.

"It is true, but in the future, if Mr. Simplao increases investment again and again, Mr. Simplao will hold more and more shares in Micron Technology Co., Ltd., and you will hold less and less shares. At that time, Micron Technology will be the company of you founders or the company of Simplao." Li Zhiwen said with his hands spreading out.

"Of course it's our company. Mr. Simplao said he would not interfere in the company's operations." Doug Pearman said.

"Oh, that's the case, Mr. Pierman, do you believe it?" Li Zhiwen smiled and took a sip of coffee.

The scene fell into silence, which was indeed something that the founder of Micron Technology Co., Ltd. had never considered.

"By then, Micron Technology has been launched, and there will be no such troubles." Dennis Wilson said.

"Mr. Wilson, what you said is indeed right, but after the listing, Mr. Simplao has always held large shares, and Micron Technology Co., Ltd. has also gotten on the right track, so you don't seem to have any effect." Li Zhiwen said.

"You..." Doug Pilman was stopped by Dennis Wilson. Dennis Wilson said: "Simplao is a tiger, Mars capital is a wolf, and pulling you into the gang is a driving wolf to swallow tigers. What's the difference? Mr. Li, don't say that you will have the same heart as us."

"I don't deny that our Mars Capital is a wolf, and we want to maximize our interests. I won't say that we are the same as you at any time, but you must understand that our Mars Capital is a professional venture capital company. It's better for us to invest in a few more companies with potential if we spend time and money to run Micron Technology Co., Ltd."

"In addition, I think the founder team is sure of all aspects of the company. If it is not necessary, I am unwilling to kick the founder team out." Li Zhiwen said.

Dennis Wilson was silent for a while, and then asked, "What price can Mr. Li give?"

Li Zhiwen raised his eyebrows, then pointed at Kuratos Blank and said, "This is what Kuratos has to say. I'm just here to travel to Dallas."

Kuratosblank didn't say anything, then pondered for a while and said, "I valued Micron Technology Co., Ltd. at 70 million US dollars, and our Mars Capital invested 14 million US dollars, accounting for 20% of the shares."

Dennis Wilson calculated that the valuation of $70 million was indeed very high. Under Dennis Wilson's estimate, Micron Technology Co., Ltd.'s valuation is about $60 million to $70 million, and Mars Capital is indeed the highest valuation.

"This valuation is indeed very suitable, but the 20% stake is very high. Mr. Simplaus's shareholding in Micron Technology at this time reached 40%, and our four founders each accounted for 15%. This will not solve the problem of Simplaus' shareholding too much." Dennis Wilson said.

"But at least, the addition of Mars Capital diluted Simplaus' shares, and Mars Capital's funds alleviated Simplaus' further increased investment and occupied more shares. If it was too small, it would not have any effect." Kuratosblank said.

Dennis Wilson thought about it, and Kuratos Blank was indeed right, so he agreed, but he put forward conditions to let Mars Capital recommend Jobs.

Kuratosblank agreed readily, just an introduction, not a requirement.

Now that the matter is over, Dennis Wilson and Doug Pearman didn't stay for long and left the cafe.

Li Zhiwen and Kuratosbruck did not leave and continued to sit at the dining table to drink coffee. At this time, the guy holding the camera in the seat next to him also sat over.

"How was the photo taken?" Li Zhiwen asked.

"Boss, you've taken photos, and you didn't take photos. You just took photos of the man who came for the first time and Mr. Blank. The two of them came for the second time were just taking pictures of your back." The guys who took the camera said.

"It's done well, do you know what to do next?" Li Zhiwen asked.

"I will write the photos and reports to the Dallas Daily and the Houston Notes, and the fastest thing is to be seen tomorrow morning." said the guy holding the camera.

"Very good, go and do things!" Li Zhiwen said.

After the guy holding the camera left, Kuratosblank hesitated: "Boss, will this anger Zhang Zhongmou if he does it? That will be worth the loss."

"Kuratos, we are just making a decision for Zhang Zhongmou, and it has nothing to do with us." Li Zhiwen said.

Kuratosblank nodded, saying nothing.

Li Zhiwen did this with helplessness. After all, Zhang Zhongmou had tolerated it in his previous life until 1985 when he left Texas Instruments. Now Li Zhiwen can't wait that long, so he needs strong medicine to get serious illnesses.
Chapter completed!