In the United States, there were two world-famous streets.
One was Wall Street on Manhattan Island, and the other was K Street in Washington, DC.
Since several of the most influential lobbying organizations and think tanks in the country were headquartered here, this place was often referred to as the "Lobby Street" or the "Fourth Department of the US Government". Many countries even set up public relations departments similar to the "Second Embassy" here. Many major events that happened in history, as well as major events that were about to happen in the international community, were also closely related to this place.
Lawrence, who was sitting in an office on K Street, nodded while holding a phone in his hand.
"… Is that what the president said?"
"Okay, I understand."
After a few simple sentences, Lawrence hung up the phone and handed the phone to the assistant standing next to him.
Woods sat across from him and watched Lawrence finish the call. He raised his eyebrows and asked curiously.
"Can I ask a question?"
"Go ahead."
"Who was on the phone with you …"
"Chief of staff."
Chief of staff!
Woods was sitting on the sofa, and his pupils contracted.
It wasn't unusual to get in touch with the chief of staff. ExxonMobil had the ability to do so, but for the chief of staff to personally call him to report on the progress of the matter …
Thinking of this, Woods also smacked his tongue.
It was no wonder that these vampires always made the right choice. In terms of information gathering, ordinary investment bank managers who watched the news and gathered intelligence were not on the same level as them.
He thought back to the reports he read about Black Thursday a few days ago. The Dow Jones Industrial Index probably made a lot of money …
"What did the White House decide?"
Lawrence didn't hide anything from Woods' inquiry. He said with a smile, not minding it.
"Reconsider the antitrust investigation of Star Sky Technology, now is not the time to provoke conflict."
Woods froze for a moment and was shocked.
"Then the patent —"
"It doesn't belong to you, so don't even think about it."
Lawrence looked at this guy and smiled. Even though he didn't think much of him, he didn't show it on his face.
Compared to lobbying the White House, pushing the Department of Justice to launch a judicial investigation, bribing witnesses … He was more inclined to take advantage of the situation and bet on the direction he was optimistic about.
To put it bluntly, it was like a horse race.
The real winner was definitely not the horse that crossed the finish line or the owner that took the medal and prize money, but the banker that won all the chips in the outside game.
"Damn it!"
Woods clenched his fists tightly as he struggled to maintain his demeanor. He breathed heavily as if he wanted to vent the anger in his chest through his heavy breathing.
"Since the results are out, there is no need for me to stay here any longer. Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Woods."
Standing up from the sofa, Lawrence nodded to his assistant next to him and motioned him to drive the car. Then he looked at Woods, who was sitting across from him. "We are very interested in the oil field in Paraguay. Our analysts have predicted that even if every car on Earth is electric in 2040, oil consumption will only return to 2013 levels. The oil business is still profitable. I also sincerely suggest that you can seriously consider this project …"
Lawrence looked at Woods, who obviously wanted to say something. He paused for a second and spoke with a smile.
"Of course, you don't have to laugh at me. Princeton didn't teach me much investment skills, but fortunately, I learned to be patient."
Standing up from the sofa, Woods frowned and asked, "Are you ready to leave?"
"Yeah." Lawrence nodded and looked at the time with his left hand. He said, "The plane is at three o 'clock, I should go."
"Where are you going?"
"To see an old friend."
Lawrence smiled and continued to speak.
"Long time no see, I heard he's doing well recently."
…
Binghamton University.
Department of Chemistry laboratory.
Professor Stanley was sitting at his desk and flipping through the newspaper. It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders, and he sighed in relief.
The bespectacled doctor happened to come back from outside. When he saw the expression on his professor's face, he paused for a second.
He paused for a second and asked, "What happened, Professor?"
"The lawsuit was withdrawn."
"Withdrawn?"
"Nothing, it has nothing to do with you." Professor Stanley threw the newspaper aside and stood up from his office chair. He adjusted his collar and said in a good mood, "Which classroom is the afternoon class?"
"Building 411 … You plan on going in person?"
The doctor looked at the professor in surprise.
What he hated the most was giving lectures to undergraduate students. He would hold a textbook and repeatedly explain boring things to them. If it wasn't necessary, he would never attend classes that could be pushed to his assistants or students. He even said that real science could only be discovered in the laboratory.
Now, he wants to go to class …
This is like the sun rising from the west!
"… Occasionally reviewing the obvious can help inspire new research … I forgot who said this, probably some famous guy," Professor Stanley said nonchalantly. He then said, "Yeah, anyway, I'll give the afternoon class, you help me sort out the documents."
The PhD student nodded blankly.
"Okay, professor, I'll go copy the PowerPoint from the computer …"
Professor Stanley snorted and spoke with disdain.
"I don't need that stuff, a real professor only needs a blackboard and a piece of chalk."
Doctor: "…"
Professor Stanley was in a good mood. He picked up the lesson plan on the table and walked toward the door.
When the office door closed, the PhD student was still standing in front of his desk, confused. He didn't know what was wrong with his boss.
His gaze fell on the newspaper on the table.
He took a step forward and secretly opened the newspaper on the table. He then flipped to the page that Professor Stanley was reading.
"The largest intellectual property fraud case in history, ExxonMobil chose to withdraw the lawsuit because of insufficient evidence …"
His eyes widened, and he immediately remembered that this was the project that ExxonMobil and his supervisor were working on.
ExxonMobil chose to withdraw the lawsuit because of insufficient evidence. This was bad news. However, his supervisor had a relieved expression on his face …
Suddenly, he remembered a rumor that had been circulating in the academic community some time ago.
A rumor that made him scoff at it …
"Could it be that the thesis from six years ago was really …"
The expression on the doctor's face changed slightly. He felt as if he had discovered a great secret of his supervisor. He quickly closed the newspaper and put it back to its original position as if nothing had happened.
He didn't want to seek justice, he just wanted to graduate.
Regardless of what the truth was, he planned on keeping this secret forever.
At least until he graduated …
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