Duan Yiming understood immediately that although he was willing to "cut the flesh," clearly they were not interested in his small company.
Saying that he needed to recuperate was just an excuse; anyone with a brain could understand the meaning behind those words.
However, though it was regrettable, Duan Yiming had nothing to complain about.
After all, he had been rotating among several top-tier internet companies, not just as a regular programmer but having held positions like technical department head and research and development director. It was entirely normal for him to not be interested in a small company with just about a dozen R&D staff.
"Alright then, Mr. He, just focus on taking care of your health because health is the true capital of revolution!"
Thinking about this, he smiled warmly and said generously, then continued,
"It's almost lunchtime now, and Mr. He has come all the way here, so I must fulfill my duty as the host. Today, I'll take Mr. He to a nice place!"
