Chapter 13
Shen Jian was standing when he walked out of the Spire Conference Center, but he was sitting in a wheelchair when he walked into the central area again.
In fact, Shen Jian thought he was already able to walk independently, but Shen An insisted on keeping him in a wheelchair.
Shen Jian secretly touched the round soft metal tire with great curiosity. The liquid metal that looked like a disc was extremely hard when it touched the ground and rotated. It could even be used as a temporary weapon when in danger. But when Shen Jian touched it, it was as soft as flowing mercury.
"Very good." Shen Jian commented, "Whose technology is this?"
Shen An observed the boss's actions, thought about it, and stepped forward to explain, "Sir, you like it too. I said that this children's wheelchair is very suitable for you. Those subordinates who didn't consider you just wanted to scold me."
Shen Jian paused and stared at Shen An in disbelief. Shen An blinked and nodded with an innocent expression, which invisibly once again proved the authenticity of the so-called "children's wheelchair".
Shen Jian's throat rolled, and he slowly forced out a smile, "I think, Shen An, it's not bad for you to get scolded now."
Ignoring the exaggerated wailing and laughter that suddenly sounded behind him, Shen Jian controlled the children's wheelchair and walked away with an expressionless face.
Should he have said what he had just said in the ward? Were they a little too indulgent? The young leader pondered bitterly.
Shen Jian has made decisions without a single failure in the past 21 years and has never looked back. But now, because of a children's wheelchair, he feels "regret" for the first time.
The rubbing sound behind him sounded again, and a low voice came from his ear. Shen Jian looked back and saw Xu Yinmo following him.
"Why, they reject you?" Shen Jian asked gently.
Xu Yinmo shook his head, glanced at the direct lineage that was making a mess behind him, and then shifted his gaze completely to Shen Jian, saying, "I just want to see you alone."
Shen Jian paused slightly, and finally gave him a complete look.
These top geniuses all spoke very strangely, and to Shen Jian, it gave him a creepy and uncomfortable feeling.
Perhaps, this is a kind of aristocratic tone that is unique to the upper class. However, he understood that what Xu Yinmo wanted to express must not be suitable for the usual understanding of the lower class context.
So he turned a corner, found a secluded place to stop, and then asked, "What's wrong?"
Just as Xu Yinmo was about to speak, he realized that Shen Jian needed to look up at him at this time, so he half-knelt down, “Your wheelchair.”
Shen Jian raised his eyebrows, slightly incredulous that it was just for this matter: “Xu Yinmo, why do you like these pranks too.”
"…after you informed the whole tower that I was pulling the carpet hair out."
The young leader's expression froze and he looked away in embarrassment.
Although he did act in an extreme way, Xu Yinmo did not take it to heart.
Xu Yinmo lowered his head and said, "From the time you left the banquet hall to now, it has been a total of 17 hours."
Shen Jian was slightly startled. He had been unconscious for about 9 hours?
Xu Yinmo raised his head. "I used the Northern Theater's information network to find some information... This liquid metal production organization is called Daquan. It was just established in May last year. Its leader used the metal technology he developed to stamp the laboratory development seal."
Shen Jian thought, “Not swallowed up by large organizations”
"Yes, it's very strange." Xu Yinmo said, with a hint of subtle sarcasm in his tone, "It's a small organization that was recently born and has not been swallowed up by any large organization."
“For an organization with such capabilities, the information should be sent to me.” Shen Jian added lightly.
Xu Yinmo was choked back by the words he wanted to remind him, but he put on a mysterious smile as if he was being tortured, with a faint piety in his tone, "You are right, boss. The information should be delivered to you, but here is the problem, no organization has received any news about Daquan."
"News from the military," Xu Yinmo lowered his voice, "official support."
Shen Jian's nonchalant expression froze, and he pursed his lips to examine the expressionless Xu Yinmo, "Then it's impossible for me not to know anything at all."
This sentence directly told Xu Yinmo that even the official people had the Wuyan Tower in their hands.
Logically speaking, the kneeling purple-haired man should be horrified as he is in a military area that is closely connected to the official government.
But Xu Yinmo's thoughts quickly turned to another node - considering Shen Jian's current state, perhaps this is the right thing to do.
His back felt relaxed, his nerve branches branched out towards another answer, and he seemed surprisingly relaxed.
"Yes, Boss. Even though you haven't made any big moves in the past four years, we cannot rule out the possibility that you have done something secretly."
After Xu Yinmo figured it out, he happily continued, "If that's the case, then I won't waste any more words. I suspect that the Middle Ages had someone planted in the government, and these people saved Daquan. Of course, the analysis of the evidence is quite complicated and ridiculous, so this is just a suspicion."
Shen Jian frowned subconsciously and began to recall the information and his arrangements.
If this is true, then the game played in the Middle Ages can be described as magnificent.
In the eyes of all organizations, they were at odds with the authorities, and the most powerful evidence was the farce that affected the surveillance. But in fact, the Middle Ages could even use the placement of people to support the experimental organization, forging a situation of official support and completely exposing the Middle Ages.
Then watch the Wuyan Tower and the official fight against each other, right... Shen Jian thought coldly, but there was no ripple in his heart.
"Then in response to the declaration of war by Wu Yan Tower, the Middle Ages must have a backup plan." Shen Jian said calmly, without any intention of not admitting his brutality a few days ago. "Xu Yinmo, do you want to change your name?"
"This seems too hard for you."
Xu Yinmo raised his head in disbelief, as if an important paper that was about to be completed had been taken away. His brows were furrowed even tighter than Shen Jian's. "Boss, please forgive me for being so presumptuous. I am much more capable than those colleagues who stick to their own fields and don't expand at all. The things they play with in the Middle Ages are not as good as a hair I can get in the war zone-"
The corner of Shen Jian's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously stopped Xu Yinmo from speaking, “I’m just worried that Mo Yi’s back-up plan is something we haven’t gotten any information about.”
He tried his best not to touch his subordinate who was about to enter the rebellious period of stubbornly proving himself. The sweat beads hung on his face. Shen Jian rubbed his eyebrows and persuaded helplessly, "After all, it has come to this point. Every piece of information that has never been heard can kill us. Xu Yinmo, we can be more cautious."
In fact, Shen Jian was somewhat worried that the Middle Ages was a backup plan arranged by the original owner.
The timing of Mo Yi's appearance was too clever. What Shen Jian saw when he opened his eyes was the replica created by Mo Yi. The first day of the Spire Conference was also the main venue for the confrontation between the Middle Ages and him.
It is true that the original owner seems to be truly committed to saving the world, but the current situation is becoming more and more like...
After pulling Chen Jian over to save the world, the original owner happily killed him and happily took the credit.
Thinking of this, Shen Jian couldn't help but drag the non-existent original owner out of the void and tortured him severely.
What if, he meant hypothetically; what if the Middle Ages knew that the present-day Chen Jian was not the original Chen Jian?
From the initial confrontation with his subordinates, where he was calculating every word, to now shifting his target to the needle of the hostile organization, Shen Jian would show normal emotional fluctuations, and would also wantonly reveal his own confused sense of superiority, but he still maintained his inherent caution.
Shen Jian had no choice but to keep his subordinates, who had already been incorporated into his territory, away from this possible threat.
"Be obedient, Xu Yinmo."
Shen Jian gave these instructions to the man who was controlling 650,000 troops in a war zone, as if he was treating an ordinary child of ordinary status. His voice was gentle and without a trace of aggression, but unexpectedly, a freezing power emanated from this ordinariness.
It seems that it is a common problem for those in power to develop a distorted mentality after being in power for too long. If a leader they admire or a superior who is more powerful than themselves suddenly demands their loyalty, their first reaction will not be shame.
It was a kind of morbid joy.
Shen Jian didn't realize the self-evident meaning in his words at all, and only had a simple exchange with Shen An and others who caught up with him.
Only Xu Yinmo, who had barely stood up from his kneeling position, was left with his brows tightly furrowed, trying hard to restrain and suppress his excitement of wanting to conquer the other three battle zones for his boss.
"Okay, okay, the subsequent processing of the order can also be considered an achievement..."
Chen Lanhe walked at the end, smiling reservedly and gentlemanly, but his words were not so elegant, "Boss really didn't give you the Middle Ages, did he?"
Xu Yinmo didn't look at him. He straightened his wrinkles and prepared to go to the banquet hall. He also reminded him, "The boss is waiting for you. Why are you talking to me? It's better for cadres not to have too deep personal relationships. Besides, I have a mission now."
With one sentence, he defined this conversation as a private conversation between friends, and Shen Lanhe's face instantly twisted, looking like he was about to vomit colorfully.
Xu Yinmo himself was also feeling disgusted, and he hurried away with his handsome face distorted.
He still has follow-up tasks, but Chen Lanhe and the others don't have any tasks at all.
Xu Yinmo felt that he was now more outgoing than the other colleagues. He caught a glimpse of Chen Lanhe's mouth corners drooping, and his mood suddenly improved miraculously.
He returned to his usual indifferent expression, and as he turned the corner, he glanced at Shen Lanhe again with a mocking look as if by accident.
Chen Lanhe: ...
Shen Jian: …
Shen Jian was thinking, whether he needed to tell Xu Yinmo, he also saw that subtle look.
After arriving at the private hall of Wuyan Tower, Shen Jian finally finished his thoughts: he decided to treat Xu Yinmo's glance as a pastime before he went to bed tonight.
Xu Yinmo, who was far away in the banquet hall, suddenly felt a chill on his back and his expression subconsciously turned cold, causing the leader of the organization who came over to talk to him to break out in a cold sweat and walk away dejectedly.
The aggrieved leader: ...The Wuyan Tower is so scary, I will never come here again QAQ.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
