Sixty-three stars
In the room at the other end.
Lin Tang has never come out since he went in.
The sky outside was getting darker, but she didn't feel hungry at all. She was just angry about what happened just now.
Even when a few people from Country C invited her to have dinner together, she refused.
She sat on the sofa, flipping through the books she brought with her, hoping to calm her mind.
But the knock on the door again aroused her annoyance. Since she came back, different waiters have been knocking on her door, asking for all kinds of help that she didn't need for no reason, even though she repeatedly refused.
At this moment, she still thought that those people were standing outside the door. She had lost her patience and was about to curse at them.
However, when she saw who was outside, the impatience and anger in her eyes disappeared, replaced by surprise. She stood there in a daze, even forgetting to move aside to make room for him, and asked woodenly, "Why are you here?"
Feng Chibai leaned against the door with his arms folded as he explained, "I'm currently collaborating on a project with a company from Country M. I thought I'd come see you once I was done with that, but you don't seem very welcoming."
"It was a misunderstanding." Seeing that it was an acquaintance, Lin Tang felt relieved. She sat back in her seat and said calmly, "I just ran into some stupid people during the day and encountered some stupid things."
Feng Chibai raised his eyebrows slightly, sat down beside her, and asked curiously, "What could have made you so impatient?"
Lin Tang said unhappily, "I'm too lazy to talk about it. I even suspect that their foreheads have been pinched by the door, so they can only think with their buttocks."
Feng Chibai sensed her displeasure, so he stopped asking and instead asked, "When are you going back?"
Lin Tang raised his head and thought for a moment before replying, "After the press conference is over tomorrow afternoon, we can leave in the evening."
Suddenly she glanced at him and chuckled, "You seem to be sitting quite comfortably. What? You're not planning on leaving tonight?"
Feng Chibai said slowly, "Last time I detained you for a few days in Country F. This time, you are allowed to detain me for a few days in Country M."
Lin Tang choked: "Did I say that?"
"So I'm reminding you now." Feng Chibai smiled calmly, not feeling embarrassed at all.
Lin Tang closed the book, turned sideways to face him, and said with a smile: "Don't you like watching the global broadcast? Do you want to watch the live version?"
This media interview meeting in Country M was broadcast live to the world, just as high-profile as the launch conference of the project, as if to announce their success to the world.
She also knew that Feng Chibai had watched the previous broadcast on time because at that time, she received a message from him: Sui Sui is really amazing.
"If I have the honor, it would be the best."
However, both of them knew that even if they were already in Country M, no one could enter the conference hall where the meeting was held without a special invitation from the leaders of Country M.
Despite this, Feng Chibai still stayed at Lin Tang's place that night.
*
The next morning, the researchers from Country C were taken to the conference hall by a special car that had been waiting at the hotel entrance.
In the lounge, less than an hour before the media interview officially began, Lin Tang sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, a look of fatigue on his face.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the lounge. She opened her eyes and saw Milson standing there in an inappropriate manner.
Because of what happened yesterday, even though they had gotten along well before, Lin Tang didn't have a good face towards him.
The huge room was completely silent, and no one spoke up, which made Milson feel awkward, but he still forced himself to walk in. He didn't want too many people to know about this, so he spoke in a low voice: "Lin, are you free now? Could you please come to the conference room first?"
Although he didn't say what it was, Lin Tang assumed it was about that matter again. She said coldly, "Sorry, I didn't get enough rest last night, so I don't feel like making any trouble right now."
For her, there was only one answer to that question, and there was no need to waste energy on making this trip.
But Milson was very persistent, his brows furrowed, and his tone was a little hurried: "Don't worry, it's related to the media interview later. I still hope you can come and listen."
There was a hint of unknown worry in his words.
But Lin Tang didn't know where his worry came from.
Sometimes, reporters would send the interviewees their questions in advance so they could formulate their responses. Hearing his words, Lin Tang assumed this was the case.
Although yesterday's incident wasn't pleasant, since it was related to the interview, she wondered if she had forgotten her main purpose for coming here. At least in front of the camera, she would do this last thing seriously. Then she would return to Country C and have no further ties with them.
When he walked into the conference room, there was already someone sitting there waiting for him.
When he saw Lin Tang again, Mr. Dyson was still smiling: "Hello again, Miss Lin."
But his smile was stingy, which made her feel uncomfortable.
The scene was exactly the same as yesterday. She had no intention of dealing with him anymore and said coldly, "No need to be polite. We will meet again later."
Mr. Dyson narrowed his eyes, but his smile remained. "It seems Miss Lin is still very resistant."
Lin Tang slumped forward, leaning back in his chair. His tone was emotionless. "Should I accept? Didn't you say you wanted me here for the media interview? Why are you back here again?"
She cast a glance at Milson.
Milson said nothing.
Mr. Dyson followed Lin Tang's gaze and said slowly, "This is very important. Your opinion is related to our decision."
"Then I guess we have nothing to talk about." Lin Tang sneered.
Mr. Dyson ignored her words, smiling crookedly as he placed a card and several property certificates before her. He looked at Lin Tang, his eyes full of confidence. "Ms. Lin, this card contains 3 million M-coins. I think it's enough for you to live comfortably in Country M. Of course, if you think it's not enough, we can always add more."
Lin Tang frowned, and instead of showing the expression he expected, he said with some disgust: "What are you doing?"
"I'm afraid that words alone won't be enough to impress Miss Lin. This is the sincerity of our country M." Mr. Dyson still had some confidence in his heart, but at this moment, his confidence suddenly became less than it should have been.
The next second, he saw Lin Tang pick up the card. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he thought she was wavering, and his heart began to boil.
However, this excitement did not last more than three seconds, and she threw the card to the ground, gritting her teeth and trampling on it a few times with her heels.
This was the first time in her life that she felt humiliated and teased. She was so angry that she couldn't control her emotions. She glared and said, "Now, do you know what I mean?"
The words almost jumped out from her teeth, and she turned around, feeling that there was no need to talk anymore. She even pushed him away and walked out the door regardless of Milson's obstruction.
He stared at her back worriedly, then, half-consciously, he hurried to check Mr. Dyson's expression. As expected, his face fell, and he was furious, as if provoked by Lin Tang's behavior.
Seeing this, he hurried over to comfort her, "Don't be angry, Lin just can't wrap her head around it for a while. I'll go and talk to her later and give her some time to think."
Because of their different positions and levels, he had no way of persuading the person in front of him to change her mind. But as a friend, he knew clearly the consequences of her refusal, and he couldn't bear to see her end up like that.
Mr. Dyson snorted coldly, "The media interviews are about to begin. How much time do I have left to give her? If someone like her doesn't choose to be our companion, we'll always be outshined!"
Before the conversation, he had smugly believed that today's negotiations would have only one outcome. However, he hadn't expected her attitude to be even more resolute and resolute than yesterday, instantly wiping out his confidence.
Milson was panicking and spoke quickly, "You know, someone as proud of her talent as she is, is usually a bit stubborn. Don't worry, I'll convince her."
Fearing that Lin Tang might stray too far, he hurried out. Fortunately, he caught her in time when she was still some distance from the lounge. Talking in the hallway didn't reassure him, so he coaxed her into the stairwell, his tone pleading, "Lin, we've been together for so long. You have to believe I won't hurt you."
Lin Tang's arm was a little painful from being pulled by him. She shook it off forcefully and said impatiently, "How many times do I have to tell you before you give up?"
But this time, Milson's tone was serious: "Lin, there's nothing wrong with staying in Country M. Not only for you, but also for your colleagues."
Lin Tang narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing something amiss in his words, but he couldn't tell where the strange feeling came from. He asked, "What do you mean?"
Realizing what he had said, Milson calmed down instantly. His throat rolled over, and the original words were suppressed by him, and finally condensed into a sentence: "Nothing, I just want to say that if you agree to our request, then everything you get, you can share it with your former partners. Isn't this a pleasant thing to do?"
"Then please rest assured." Lin Tang looked him straight in the eye and said word by word, "I won't take it, and they definitely won't take it either."
Milson clenched his fingers into fists, took a deep breath, and glanced at his watch helplessly. "There's still half an hour left. I sincerely hope you will consider this carefully for the sake of your physical and mental well-being."
Lin Tang's strange feeling surged up again: "Are you threatening me?"
"I'm reminding you." The words fell calmly. He had said everything he needed to say, and the final outcome was not something he could decide.
Lin Tang tried to find some clues on his face, but she found that his words were sincere. But she felt a surge of unease inside her, and she couldn't find the source of it.
For the remaining half hour, no one came to see her again, and they never met again.
It was not until the meeting was about to begin that she followed the staff's instructions and went to the inner hall.
The reporters and media had been waiting here for a long time. Countless cameras were raised high and pointed at her, with red lights flashing above, signaling the start of recording.
It was just as Lin Tang said, they met again here.
After everyone is seated, the interview will officially begin.
Mr. Dyson stood in front of the podium and took the lead in greeting the reporters. The ferocious expression he had just shown in the conference room had long been put away, and he habitually put on that hypocritical smile.
After answering some polite questions, the audience began to get down to business. A reporter asked, "We know that this is the first time that Country M and Country C have collaborated. What are your thoughts on this?"
Mr. Dyson looked at Milson without hesitation.
Milson dodged subconsciously, struggling internally for a few seconds, with sweat oozing from his palms, but he still chose to meet his gaze and nodded, as if to tell him to proceed as planned.
He took a deep breath, hesitantly stood up, and replied to the reporter, "I've heard of Lin's name a long time ago. I'm fortunate to have the opportunity to go to Country C and work with Lin on this project. I'm very happy and grateful for the professional assistance Lin has provided me during this period. I think if we have further cooperation, we will definitely work together even better, right, Lin?"
He looked at Lin Tang uncertainly, still hoping in his heart that he could get a turn for the better for her.
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