"Dr. Zhao, do you have time this evening? How about grabbing a meal together to discuss this matter?"
Wang Yaoqing said to Zhao Heng.
"Of course, Dr. Zhao, you can also invite your girlfriend. It's always good to have more people overseeing such things."
He paused, and then Wang Yaoqing added.
"Alright."
Zhao Heng thought for a moment. He had been planning to discuss the joint development of an anesthesia assistant with a software company, and now Wang Yaoqing reached out to him unexpectedly—what a coincidence.
No, it shouldn't be called a coincidence, because Zhao Heng had mentioned it before, and he simply forgot about it.
"Great, Dr. Zhao, then I'll wait for you outside. We can go together after work."
Receiving a certain response from Zhao Heng, Wang Yaoqing was pleasantly surprised. His software company had hit a bottleneck in recent years, with profit growth slowing down considerably. He had been trying to find a good project to work on, but none seemed suitable.
