After the meeting, the second group of researchers who stayed behind also left the meeting room.
At this time, there were only three people left in the huge room.
In addition to the big golden guy sitting in the center, the two people on his left and right are the director and deputy director of the institute respectively.
Because of Ji Yongxing, Lin Qingliu knew something about the deputy director Zhou Zhuo.
In this current situation where technology basically relies on archaeology, this deputy director can be said to be the most elite among mortals.
Lin Qingliu made a simple estimate and roughly determined that the other party should be one of the second batch of embryos cultured in Wencheng's memory.
At this moment, the middle-aged deputy director was frowning slightly, as if he wanted to discuss something with Lin Qingliu.
But he still didn't speak because the director was still present.
This is a middle-aged man who looks a bit materialistic. His abdomen is slightly bulging due to years of drinking. His hairline has receded severely, and it seems that this feature was missed during the genetic screening.
He seemed to have something to say, but he didn't care about Zhou Zhuo's existence. He was just waiting for an opportunity.
Arthur in the middle saw the performance of both of them. When the last person walked out of the meeting room, he looked at Director Zheng with a natural expression and said with a smile:
"Is this the first time we meet?"
The man nodded hurriedly and said:
"Yes, yes, it's a great honor to meet you. I still remember your heroic appearance at the awarding ceremony..."
Arthur raised one eyebrow slightly:
"Are you from Zhongding?"
"I am from Hope City."
It's a bit too glib... Lin Qingliu thought to himself, this fear of death was about to overflow.
Am I so terrible?
"I mean, was it Zhong Ding who promoted you to this position?"
"Uh, no, it was Mr. Hines who promoted me."
Such a direct question made the man a little confused, but he quickly recovered his composure.
Arthur nodded, thinking that the other party's speed of sliding to his knees was really in line with Zhong Ding's style, but was far from Hines' cold and mean style.
But then he thought of the division of labor between the director and the deputy director, and he felt relieved.
It is impossible for such a person to take this position, and such a person naturally would not do this job.
Although the right to issue information currency is in the hands of Congress, their control over inflation over the years has been relatively reasonable.
After all, due to Kant's greed, all the precious metals have flowed into his hands alone. If inflation occurs again, something bad might happen.
Since the printing presses cannot be used indiscriminately, the annual funding cannot be arbitrarily priced.
Looking at the size of the director, Lin Qingliu always felt that his superpower might be drinking competition.
"We have met before. I have read the files of the institute in recent years. Overall, you have done a pretty good job."
Just as the man's face showed joy, the next comment from the Speaker made him feel weak in the knees:
"Compared to those parasites in the factory, you really don't take that much..."
The director's face was frozen, and he didn't know whether the speaker was praising him or sentencing him to death.
"Don't be nervous, I have no intention of punishing you."
Arthur's tone suddenly softened, making the middle-aged man in front of him feel relieved.
"This year is almost over. Next year, I will be the one to approve the proposal to increase the funding for the institute. You won't need to deal with all the parties anymore."
Hearing this, the director showed a surprised expression on his face. It didn't seem like he was pretending, but rather a genuine relief.
"So, remember to keep your hands clean."
The Speaker gave a meaningful exhortation, which made the director understand his current situation.
Since this person in front of me can talk to me like this, I should understand what kind of person he is.
Since my performance has not yet disappointed the other party, I should seize this opportunity...
"I understand."
"Go get busy."
Arthur waved his hand gently, and the director turned around and left as if he had been pardoned. It seemed that he not only had a chance to survive, but also had a glimmer of expectation.
After watching the director leave the conference room, Lin Qingliu looked at Zhou Zhuo who was sitting on the other side:
"Ask whatever you want."
He has always been gentle towards this kind of backbone who is loyal to humanity and down-to-earth.
"What I want to ask you is... is your plan to remove the implants of the first team members through surgery?"
"Oh? You knew about this?"
Arthur looked at Zhou Zhuo with a playful expression.
Logically speaking, the other party's identity should not know such top-secret information...
“It was just speculation, but now it’s confirmed.
"I am familiar with one of the Holy Shields, and through limited communication I have a general understanding of their situation."
Zhou Zhuo seemed to be thinking of an old friend, and his eyes drooped a little:
“Every move he made was like a programmed robot, as if there were invisible fences around him.
"Not only does he need to avoid any hints when speaking, he also needs to be extra careful when writing with his dominant hand, and he cannot do anything that goes against common sense...
"From then on, I realized that something was wrong with them, and I did not conduct any special investigations. I only relied on normal channels to obtain intelligence that could be disclosed internally.
"After a long time, I was able to roughly guess their situation, but I couldn't do anything to help them..."
Zhou Zhuo looked at Arthur who was sitting in front of him:
"There is no one else in the city who hopes to do this except the council."
"But I am also a member of the council. Why are you telling me this?"
The big blond guy had a meaningful expression on his face.
“Perhaps it’s some kind of instinctive intuition that I think there are some differences between you and them.
"I'm sorry that I can't provide any actual evidence, but in my opinion, your thinking is different from those of the congressmen. You are like a wise man from the old era."
Arthur nodded:
“I can’t call myself a wise man, but the truth is basically what you think, and I intend to free them from that invisible but deadly bondage.
"Those devices were originally designed for artificial intelligence. Obviously, using them on humans would cause them extraordinary pain."
"But other members of parliament may not agree with your idea."
"What other councillors?"
Arthur smiled, with a hint of murderous intent in his smile, as if he was facing a man-eating beast:
"Give them face, they are the councillors. Those old bones that can't survive without nutrient solution are too slow for me to react when made into wetware."
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