…

The producer directly reported a number, and then implicitly mentioned that after the crew finished filming, there would be subsequent promotion on various security film and television channels.

Pick any one of them, and they are all great resources that make people jealous.

Lao Chen——I just stopped being angry.

Suddenly he felt that the investor's request was reasonable. He coughed a few times unnaturally: "... Um, okay, I won't talk to you for now. I, I have jet lag. I don't want to delay the next shoot."

The producer hung up the phone with a satisfied smile.

…

The black car drove into the science and technology park with modern architecture. The whole area covers a vast area, with a cold and sharp style, and a sense of technology is oncoming.

Looking all the way, it was empty, without a single person. There were only a dozen or so half-human-high robots shuttling around, their red eyes scanning up and down, and mechanical sounds coming out of their mouths from time to time, vaguely saying words like '01 normal patrol', '05 no abnormalities in vision', '08 receiving instructions to investigate suspicious points', etc.

Their patrol routes all revolve around the perimeter of a towering building at the center.

The inner circle was replaced by real people——

Several lines of tall, Western-looking men wearing uniform black clothes, with pagers hanging on their left shoulders and sharp eyes, are strictly controlling the entry and exit of the inner area.

However, when the unmarked car came into view, they did not even go through the routine three-level identity verification process. Instead, they stared at it with a serious look and then let it pass.

Use the access card to open the elevator.

When Shi Yan walked out, five or six people with oriental faces had been waiting outside for a long time.

The leader buttoned up his suit jacket as soon as he saw the person and walked forward excitedly: "I finally saw you."

The man was obviously older than Shi Yan, with some white hair visible on his temples, but his attitude towards the young man was still respectful and respectful, not daring to neglect him in the slightest. There were obvious dark circles under the man's eyes, and it seemed that he had been up all night.

Shi Yan nodded slightly, his dark eyes under the brim of his hat were cold and indifferent: "Where is Fu Xun?"

The young man in front of him said the deputy director's name without any pain. The middle-aged man did not think there was anything wrong with it and quickly replied: "The deputy director is still in the office for a video conference."

The meeting lasted up to eight hours, eight hours without interruption or rest. It was called a meeting, but it was nothing more than unilateral pressure and accusations from the partners on Mr. Fu. In short, it was a mess and gave people a headache.

Pressure came from all sides, forcing Director Fu to come up with a "perfect" solution that would satisfy everyone.

"This way, please—"

The middle-aged man led the way.

The door to the central office also requires a card swipe, the difference is that it requires a card with the highest authority.

As soon as the door opened, the people behind him evacuated.

Shi Yan walked in alone.

The man in front of the spacious desk heard the noise and immediately poked his head out from behind the laptop screen, revealing a tough face that looked a little ruffian because of an eight-centimeter scar on his brow.

It was difficult to connect the respected and powerful Mr. Fu mentioned by the middle-aged man with the face in front of them that looked unreliable at first glance.

"Ayan?"

Fu Xun said "pause" in French to the person on the other end of the video, then turned off the microphone, stood up, and smiled excitedly after a long reunion.

"Tsk, I haven't slept for thirty hours straight, am I hallucinating?"

If it weren't for the fact that the hairspray had already clumped together and he had no time to clean it.

See you again.

Shi Yan is still the same as always, just like the boy who always had a sullen face. No matter when facing people, his emotions are always cold and indifferent, without any change.

Just like the emotionless robots downstairs. Oh, the programs used by those robots were made by him a few years ago, and they still don't need to be replaced. They are still very advanced.

Fu Xun had long been accustomed to his behavior. He still remembered that he had said at that time that this boy must be pretending to be cool and aloof, deliberately pretending to be a high-class flower that girls liked. He and his brother Xiao Jingheng always tried to tease him to say a few more words.

Who knew that Shi Yan had such a cold temper, and looked at them as if they were idiots.

…

Shi Yan glanced at the clock, then frowned slightly, walked up to turn off Fu Xun's video conference, then sat down, inserted a black USB drive into the computer, and tapped on the keyboard with his slender fingers, fluently.

Fu Xun was slightly stunned, and said, "Hey, damn, it's closed just like that? That's a multi-billionaire sponsor, and he's really pissed off."

Although he said so, he had no intention of blaming Shi Yan at all. Instead, he was quite indulgent. Fu Xun lazily lay down on the sofa next to him, crossed his legs, picked up the cold coffee, and teased with great interest.

"He kept scolding me for a long time without stopping or taking a breath. He has no respect for the elderly or the young. I turned off the video. What if he got a heart attack? I think it's quite interesting to see this old man scolding me."

“…”

I talked so much, but no one paid any attention to me.

It didn't affect Fu Xun's performance at all. He had the habit of making jokes in front of Shi Yan. He could talk about this unilaterally until the end of time.

"Hey, Ah Yan, what are we going to eat later? We have come a long way and we haven't seen each other for such a long time. How about asking Xiao Jingheng and the other two to come over and have a meal together?"

Even though they had been apart for a long time, the familiarity in their conversation had not diminished in the slightest.

"There's a steakhouse that's pretty good. The guy who plays the violin in the restaurant plays it like an erhu. I haven't been back to China for a long time, and listening to him brings back my homesickness. Alas—"

“…”

In this area where every inch of land is valuable, and in this bustling office district full of elites, such down-to-earth words come from the mouth of a man who can shake the entire industry with just a stomp of his foot.

Apart from Fu Xun, there is really no one else.

He wanted to say something more.

Shi Yan, who was standing in front of the computer screen, had already raised his head and sneered coldly: "You were able to leak and lose the data in the thirty-two advanced program locks, allowing someone to turn the tables on you."

"I advise you to donate your brain to the garbage station as soon as possible." He didn't even say to donate it to a charity association, because no one would want it even if he did.

Fu Xun: “…”

Fu Xun raised his cheek and smiled.

Tsk, Shi Yan's ability to mock others is still so merciless, huh? However, when it comes to this matter, Fu Xun's eyes still flash with a frightening cold light, and his smile does not reach his eyes: "What can I do? If they want it, I will give it to them, right?"

"Who made him still be remembered by the old man even after his mother died for so many years?"

"I'm just a tool to make money, nothing more than you——"

(End of this chapter)