Chapter 8
Inside the room, the silver-plated metal ceiling with no visible cracks emitted a soft white light, which was different from all the concrete and steel buildings he had seen on the ground. It once again reminded Shen Jian that this was a great realm that ordinary people could never reach in their lifetime.
After Shen Jian browsed through all the information, he could understand why high-level organizations would engage in such abnormal and morbid information division.
Assuming that this information is widely disseminated and popularized in the world, the world will inevitably face a large-scale war within 20 years - and this war may continue forever with a cycle of one year.
It's too subversive.
Shen Jian stroked the two thin pieces of paper in his hands, folding them and restoring them, watching the creases slowly disappear until they returned to being flat.
“However, this is not a reason for the upper echelons to completely block knowledge and information and tamper with textbooks.” Shen Jian sighed and clicked the [Perilla] power data display screen that unfolded in front of him.
"They have so harshly cut off the promotion channel between civilians and the top leaders. Only by passing multiple levels of examinations can one enter a certain research room, sign an indefinite contract, and become a tool of the top leaders..."
Shen Jian turned his head and stared coldly at the figure reflected in the full-length mirror.
The figure was wearing a tailored suit that Chen Jian could only feel in the holographic image. He leaned on the sofa in a casual and oppressive manner, and looked at him indifferently.
After a moment, Shen Jian smiled. He spoke softly, as if afraid of disturbing something, "Are you an idealist? A martyr? Prometheus?"
"Do you also want to steal fire from God and give it to humans? Because you can't do it, so you choose someone else?"
Shen Jian carefully observed the expression of the person in the mirror, with a gentle look, as if he was having an afternoon tea chat, and his voice became softer and softer, "Then why did you choose me?"
A minute later, Shen Jian regretfully gave up his false smile, "There is no residual consciousness..."
That’s amazing.
If Shen Jian's guesses were mostly correct, he would almost admire the original owner who even put his heart on the chess game.
But this was not the reason why the original owner plotted against him. Why did he think Shen Jian would definitely help him? Was it because of Shen Jian's eternal "orderly goodness" in psychological tests from grade one to grade sixteen?
His serious mental state, what on earth had he done to deserve his fall from being the chief lawyer of the top law firm in City A to having to survive in a slum? Could it be that the boss of Wu Yan Tower was blind and ignored it?
Isn't this extremely absurd?
Shen Jian sneered, got up and opened the door, and sure enough, he saw Shen Lanhe waiting outside the door, waiting for him to go to the private hall together.
He casually pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Chen Lanhe, "After reading this one, give it to Xu Yinmo."
"yes."
Shen Jian paused, looked at the other piece of black paper where Shen Lanhe's eyes rested, and smiled, "This one...it depends on Shiso, whether you can eat it now."
After Shen Lanhe took it respectfully, he watched Shen Jian open the door of the private room before leaving. However, before turning the corner, he raised the corners of his lips again and glanced at the private room that was tightly closed and about to be caught in the trap.
"What a pity, why do I have to go to meet Xu Yinmo..." The man with long red hair sighed deeply and seemed to touch the standard dress uniform that looked like the northern military uniform on his body.
He really didn't think Xu Yinmo was a rival, even though he did care very, very, very much about the small matter that the boss was the first to accept his sword.
Shen Xiuzhu would never have thought that the boss had only tacitly allowed Xu Yinmo to prepare his surrender letter instead of letting him enter the tower when he made his first report.
Of course, Chen Lanhe didn't believe that Chen Xiuzhu, who stayed in the laboratory for 25 hours a day, would not be able to see what the boss had kindly laid out in the open... Xu Yinmo was just a cover for the boss to move an independent research laboratory from Chen Xiuzhu. At most, this cover could indeed play a little leadership role, but it was not known what kind of research had to be taken over from Chen Xiuzhu.
But then again, these creatures are so accustomed to it that even if they realize it, they won't care.
Shen Lanhe smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on his face and tried to put on a social smile to face Xu Yinmo. However, in his heart he was still absent-mindedly thinking about the group of subordinates who were surrounding Shen Jian in the private room and who were rushing forward in a hurry.
What does it matter? After all, it was already more than ten years before Chen Jian allowed Xu Yinmo to carry the surname Chen. And they watched Chen Jian take more people into the tower again and again, wondering why it was not enough for this man to have such excellent subordinates around him; at the same time, they thought that this man was so excellent, and he should have more people following him.
...In short, they are just a bunch of idiots who are afraid that newcomers will steal their credit and opportunities to perform.
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The private hall was decorated magnificently, as if it had been taken directly from an oil painting of ancient times, with walls draped with dark curtains and an old-fashioned design without main lights. An imitation stove of unclear meaning was placed diagonally downward, and an electronic screen was playing virtual fireworks that were never in the same frame.
A large and noble chair with red and gold nails, projected golden candlesticks, and dim light.
And there were men in suits sitting in groups of two or three on the small, antique-style built-in sofas, talking and laughing in low voices.
The first reaction of Shen Jian when he came in was to pause, and quickly identify which ones were his subordinates in the dim light.
Then he saw six or seven people stand up when they saw him, so he knew that everyone present was one of them.
"Is Zi Su not here yet?" Shen Jian asked calmly, and walked to the largest and most exquisite couch and sat down calmly under the gaze of his subordinates.
Yes, now Shen Jian has been able to stay calm as much as possible and adapt to the fact that many subordinates are used to taking all the good things from their boss.
After forcing himself to repeat three times that this was as it should be, Shen Jian heard the answer from the subordinate closest to him.
"They should be dealing with their own problems." The light-haired subordinate spoke gently, making tea for Shen Jian meticulously. "I don't know which company started it first. In an hour and a half, the two new laboratories built by Zi Su had disappeared."
An unknown laugh came from not far away, "You are the one who handed over the address."
"How can you say that?" the subordinate said innocently, "You can't prove that it was really me."
Many people secretly wanted to roll their eyes. They really couldn't see this guy trying to take credit. How embarrassing! And when Shen Jian was talking about serious matters, he usually wouldn't let them do whatever they wanted...
And in the center of the storm, Shen Jian painfully discovered that his back was cold, and unable to find the reason, he could only dryly praise his subordinates who were looking at him with bright eyes, "Tea, very delicious, good tea."
“…Well done.”
The subordinate's eyes lit up, he lowered his eyes modestly and put on a victorious smile, while the other subordinates felt dizzy before their eyes.
"If I had known this, I should have given Zi Su's address to both of them." Someone murmured weakly.
"Bullshit, stop talking after the fact. If I had known earlier, I should have bombarded the Shiso headquarters first..."
Shen Jian listened to the curse that was whispered but seemed to be deliberately meant for him to hear, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and he even felt a chill on his back.
but……
“Zi Su is here,” Shen Jian reminded coldly.
The room fell silent, and everyone's expression turned cold instantly. Like Shen Jian, they all looked towards the closed door.
When Bai Rui opened the door, he saw a pair of eyes staring at him coldly like those of a vampire in the dark night.
Bai Rui's steps faltered, and he became confused subconsciously, "?"
Unconsciously tightening his throat, he said bitterly, "Mr. Shen, Zi Su is almost dead, you don't have to... welcome me with such a big show."
Shen Jian smiled gently, lowered his eyes silently, and stroked the charcoal-black paper in his hand.
A few days ago, when faced with this situation, he was still nervous and had to carefully ponder every word, but now it is others who are pondering him instead.
That’s not right. Maybe the past few days were just other people’s guesses about him.
Thinking of this, Shen Jian smiled again, and finally raised his eyes to look at Bai Rui who was slow to come in from the door.
The exquisite Tang suit with Shiso collar was already covered with tiny wrinkles in just two hours. Even though his face maintained the same dignity as that of the upper class, it could not conceal the fatigue and regret that was about to overflow from his eyes.
The subordinate beside him tilted his head and spoke in the dead silence, "Many leaders really like, no, really enjoy others racking their brains to keep up with their thinking and act according to their wishes."
Bai Rui frowned slightly, looked at the subordinate who had just spoken in confusion, and said coldly, "What do you want to say?"
The subordinate smiled slightly, "What I want to say is that the boss really doesn't like this."
"He really doesn't like people speculating on his thoughts."
Especially someone like him, who at the very beginning put the blame on the boss for the fact that our subordinates took the initiative to attack Zi Su without any reason.
The long-haired man who spoke gave a fake smile. Even though he didn't say it out loud, the mockery in his eyes almost made Zi Su's leader want to turn around and flee the room in an instant.
But he can't.
Bai Rui suddenly fell into silence. He took a deep breath and shifted his persistent gaze to the silent Shen Jian.
Shen Jian met that desperate look, paused, turned around and gently scolded his subordinates: “Don’t scare Mr. Bai.”
The subordinate who had just spoken fell silent and shrugged, causing his colleagues who were watching the joke to burst into laughter.
It seemed as if a corporate meeting was being held in the room, with the geniuses of Wu Yan Tower chatting and laughing in a strange atmosphere that no outsiders could interfere. It was as if it was an internal gathering of geniuses alone, and the topics were so fast-paced that ordinary people could only analyze them within three minutes even if they racked their brains.
They were deliberately embarrassing him.
Bai Rui silently watched the xenophobic organization quietly speaking in the room. After a moment, he smiled self-deprecatingly and opened his mouth weakly, "So what do you want me to do?"
He gave up.
He was certain at this time that [Middle Ages] would never be able to compete with the Tower of Immortality.
Since Bai Rui said this, the whispers in the room stopped abruptly, and everything returned to the cold and silent atmosphere at the beginning. One seventh of the core of the Wuyan Tower all fixed their knife-like gazes on his face.
But Bai Rui felt an urge to burst into tears of gratitude as if it were self-abuse. He even felt that this superficial gaze towards the enemy was much more pleasant than the sarcastic gaze that devoured him secretly.
Shen Jian slowly raised his hand and made a downward gesture, signaling the subordinate who wanted to speak to be quiet.
"Mr. Bai is the leader of Zisu," Shen Jian said in a serious tone, and suddenly remembered the so-called "first focus of contention" and "Spark Plan". After a pause, he continued as if he hadn't thought about anything, "What you were able to do with class oppression, Wu Yan Tower will be even easier."
Seeing Bai Rui's increasingly pale face, Shen Jian kindly skipped a lot of trash talk that his subordinates had just prepared, and smiled, "You have saved 600 lives for the Middle Ages. The leader of Zi Su thinks that he has boarded the ship of the Middle Ages. No matter what, Mo Yi will not give up on you, right?"
Bai Rui's heart twitched, his vision went dark, and he subconsciously opened his eyes wide. Through his gradually blurry retinas, he saw the leader of the Wuyan Tower raised a document in his hand and said, "But the Middle Ages have given up on you, Mr. Bai. Do you think the Middle Ages will eventually save you..."
"Mr. Mo Yi gave me your glorious resume in exchange for a chance to survive in the Middle Ages."
Along with relevant information about cloning.
Looking at Bai Rui who looked like a heavenly couch in disbelief, Shen Jian silently added in his heart.
"Then, can you explain what it means to use human bodies for living mechanical transformation without recruiting them from society, but to randomly select and abduct them from civilian areas?"
Shen Jian said coldly, “You obviously know that I hate this kind of thing.”
Shen Jian hated it. He really hated it. He hated living mechanical transformation even more than he hated high-end machine products.
This was the first time he truly had a doubt since he traveled through time: How could there be a person who could collect so completely the two things he hated in his life?
It was as if Zi Su was someone who noticed something and left it specifically for Shen Jian to vent his anger.
But the problem is that Shen Jian hates these two things, and he has not found any evidence from any existing information that the original owner hates these two things.
——Of course, the person this time, Shen Jian is referring to is the [Middle Ages].
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