Break in
As the helmsman of the global technological empire, he firmly believes that no country or person in the world can refuse this generous gift.
He had even begun to think about how to show his piety and sincerity after meeting the "God of Bell" and how to use his own resources to gain benefits for himself.
He opened the door and saw a senior official from Daxia's diplomatic department coming in with a polite smile on his face.
"Mr. Morgan, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." The official sat down and got straight to the point.
"We have already conveyed your request to meet with Comrade Zhong Ling to him."
"What's the result?" Morgan leaned forward slightly, his eyes full of anticipation.
The official still smiled, but what he said struck Morgan like lightning.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Morgan," the official said with regret. "Comrade Zhong Ling keeps a very low profile and doesn't want to be disturbed by the outside world. So... she declined your request for a meeting."
"What?" Morgan's smile froze. "Rejected! Why? Are the conditions I offered insufficient?"
He couldn't understand. Photonic chips were the foundation that would keep America ahead for the next twenty years! He was giving them away for free, so how could they possibly refuse?!
“No, no, no,” the official waved his hands quickly, “The conditions you proposed are very generous. On behalf of the Daxia government, we would like to express our sincere gratitude to you.
But this is purely Comrade Zhong Ling's personal decision and has nothing to do with any conditions."
"Nothing to do with it?" Morgan's voice rose unconsciously. "Then what does it have to do with it? Money? I can pay a lot of money!
Power and fame can satisfy her, I can give her whatever she wants!"
Morgan's worldview was shaken at this moment.
The official looked at the emotional Morgan and said calmly, "Mr. Morgan, please calm down. This is Comrade Zhong Ling's intention, and we cannot interfere with her. But from what we know, Comrade Zhong Ling doesn't care about these things."
"Don't care?!" Morgan muttered to himself, unable to believe that anyone could not care. This was stranger than myth!
Seeing that there was no turning back, Morgan leaned dejectedly against the back of the sofa.
"I understand." After a long moment, Morgan waved his hand, his voice hoarse, "Please leave me alone for a while."
The official politely excused himself and left the suite.
Morgan looked out the window at the bustling streets of Shangjing, and for the first time felt that everything he had was so small and useless.
Isaac Morgan left Shangjing in disgrace, taking his photon chip technology with him.
In Shangjing, inside a private room of a top-level club that is not open to the public.
"Have you heard? That old guy Morgan wanted to meet that person with their next generation core technology, but he didn't even get in." The speaker was an Internet upstart, his tone full of disbelief.
Sitting in the main seat was a white-haired old man, respectfully called Mr. Qian. The Qian family had a rich and rich heritage and was a century-old family.
He took a sip of tea slowly, his cloudy eyes gleaming with a gleam: "Door? He didn't even come out of the State Guest House."
Another real estate tycoon, who was clearly more informed, chimed in. "It's said Qiao Jianmin made a phone call, and the caller replied with just four words: 'It doesn't matter.'"
"Irrelevant?"
The people present looked at each other, speechless for a moment.
Photonic chips, a technology that is powerful enough to change the future technological landscape, are actually just insignificant in that person's words?
"It seems that our previous ideas were all wrong." Mr. Qian put down his teacup. "We always thought that the only things that could impress her were power, wealth, and fame. But Morgan's incident proves that she has no regard for these mundane things."
"So what do you mean, Mr. Qian?" the internet upstart asked.
Old Qian smiled and didn't answer directly. Instead, he looked at everyone and said, "Tell me, if a person doesn't care about power and wealth anymore, what else does she care about?"
This question made everyone present fall into deep thought.
What would she care?
Of course, not everyone thinks this way. Some people simply think that the benefits are not big enough.
Compound, afternoon.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting shadows across the courtyard. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of grass and trees.
Zhong Ling was lying in a rocking chair, rocking gently, holding a notebook in her hand, reading with great interest.
However, there are always people who are ignorant and disturb the peace.
There was a sound of quarreling outside the courtyard gate.
"...Mr. Song, you can't go in. No one can go in without an appointment..."
"How dare you! Do I need to make an appointment with you to meet a junior? Get out of the way!" An old but powerful voice scolded.
Zhong Ling didn't take her eyes off the page, but just made a clicking sound.
The security system in the compound is top-notch. Anyone who can come here must be of high status.
Not long after, the gate was pushed open a crack from the outside.
An old man with gray hair, wearing a dark Zhongshan suit and leaning on a cane, squeezed in with the help of a young man.
Two guards followed behind him, looking embarrassed but not daring to actually stop him.
"Ms. Zhong?" The old man looked around with sharp eyes, and finally locked his eyes on the figure in the rocking chair.
Zhong Ling then closed the book, placed it on the table beside her, and looked up.
She didn't stand up and her expression was calm.
"Mr. Song, it's very difficult for us to deal with you..." The guard gave Zhong Ling an apologetic look.
Zhong Ling waved at them, signaling them to leave.
The guard seemed to be pardoned, but he still stood guard at the door with a tense expression.
"Is there something?" Zhong Ling's tone was very calm, and it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry.
The old man, Song Zhenbang, the patriarch of the Song family, was a prominent figure in the business world during the early years of the Great Xia Empire. He contributed financially and physically to the Great Xia Empire during its most difficult times. He was a meritorious official of the Great Xia Empire.
But at this moment, he was choked by Zhong Ling's two plain words.
His grandson Song Tian took a step forward, his face showing the arrogance typical of a child from a wealthy family.
He said, "Ms. Zhong, I'm Song Tian, and this is my grandfather. We're here to discuss a cooperation with you."
He deliberately emphasized the word "cooperation".
Zhong Ling's gaze passed over him and then fell back on Old Master Song.
She sensed a sense of decadence from Old Master Song and understood instantly.
"There is nothing to cooperate between me and your Song family." Zhong Ling said, picked up the book again and prepared to read it.
This is tantamount to direct expulsion.
Song Tian's face turned red instantly, and he was about to explode when Song Zhenbang hit the instep of his foot with his crutch.
"Ms. Zhong is a quick-witted person." Song Zhenbang suppressed his displeasure and forced a smile, "We know that you are a very capable person.
A figure like Morgan is nothing compared to you, so we naturally dare not underestimate him."
He paused, his tone becoming earnest. "I'm sure you've noticed my condition. I hope to have an opportunity like General Lin and his friends. Any terms are fine; just ask."
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