At the San Jose Airport, the old man was no longer wearing that strange Tang suit.
At this moment, he was dressed like a tourist. He had just gotten off the plane and was carrying a small suitcase. The gold-plated handle of the suitcase was engraved with a magical creature. It had the body of a snake, but it had the heads of a lion, a bull, and a human.
He walked out of the airport gate and stopped a taxi. "Excuse me, please take me to the Westin Hotel in Palo Alto."
After that, he closed the car door, took out a travel brochure from his pocket, and flipped through it.
"Yes, sir." The driver, a black male, glanced at the old man in the rearview mirror.
"Oh yeah, I want to listen to hip hop on the way.
Hip? You like hip, too?
The old man placed the suitcase beside him.
"I'm afraid I can't make the decision. You know, it depends on what's on the radio."
"Tsk tsk, is this how your boss treats his customers? You can't even satisfy such a small request, "the old man said slowly.
The driver's expression changed. "What do you mean?"
"Don't waste your time. Trust me, child. No one in this world has more time than I do. You don't want to waste your time with me." The old man opened a box of chewing gum and poured ten pieces into his mouth in one go.
After a moment of silence, the black driver finally started the car.
"Good boy, now you can play me some hip.
I'm hopping. "
The black driver took out an iPod from his pocket and handed it to the old man behind him. "Nicki's in it.
MinaJ, Post
Malone and Jay-Z. "
"Oh, Nicki!
MinaJ, my favorite, awesome! You have to admit that the development of technology has really made life more comfortable. "
The old man said as he stuffed the earphones into his ears.
Half an hour later, the car drove into Silicon Valley. It was not the name of an administrative division. At first, it only referred to the Santa Clara Valley. Later, it gradually expanded to include Santa Clara County, parts of San Mateo County in the Southwest San Francisco Bay Area, and parts of Alameda County in the East San Francisco Bay Area.
This was the high-tech industry center of the United States, and it could also be said to be the high-tech industry center of the world. From here came Apple, Google, Yahoo, Facebook, Oracle, and a series of internationally renowned high-tech companies. It was also a paradise for all geeks.
The taxi finally stopped in front of a startup company. Compared to big companies like Intel and Tesla, this company was so small that it could be ignored. Its main business was developing online photo albums, but the entire company had less than ten people.
The old man carried the suitcase and arrived at the door of the office of the CTO, who was also the CEO and the boss of the company. The next moment, the door automatically opened.
"Cool," the old man praised and then walked in.
The door closed automatically behind him. At the same time, the lights in the room were adjusted to a suitable brightness. Only then did the old man realize that the floor under his feet was actually a huge display screen. However, it was as soft as a carpet, and there were electronic ripples on it when he stepped on it.
When a mechanical dog saw a stranger coming in, it immediately straightened up from its nest and started barking. It was only when a circuit board was thrown in front of it that it obediently lay back down, hugging the circuit board and licking it happily.
The man named Einstein that Zhang Heng met in the quest was now sitting behind his desk. On his desk was a model of Apollo 11. The man stretched his hand forward and gestured for Zhang Heng to take a seat.
The old man raised his eyebrows and walked to the spot he pointed at.
The next moment, the wall in front of him folded up and turned into a sofa.
"Impressive." After the old man said that, he sat down and deliberately used some strength. As a result, when his buttocks came into contact with the surface of the sofa made of some unknown material, it was abnormally soft. It was not as hard as the previous wall. "After coming to your place, I feel like my previous days have been in vain."
The man named Einstein was watching a technology conference on a video. He swiped his finger across the screen, muffling the sound, and said with a blank expression.
"What brings you here?"
"Of course you know the reason. Otherwise, you wouldn't have sent your men to stop me at the airport entrance, would you?" The old man spat out the chewing gum that had lost its taste in his mouth onto the ground. The mechanical dog that was still licking the circuit board immediately pricked up its ears vigilantly. Its pair of electronic eyes swept over the gum on the ground. It put down the circuit board and immediately pounced over. In less than five seconds, it cleaned up the gum stuck to the ground, leaving no trace behind.
After that, it obediently went back to its kennel.
The old man took out another ten colorful gums. "Why are you targeting my men? You've temporarily changed the number of people who can complete the quest, reduced the number of slots, and increased the difficulty. You've violated the rules of the game, haven't you?"
"You still have the cheek to criticize me? Do you think I didn't notice the abnormal enhancement of his skills? An ordinary person can't do that no matter what. It's really your style. You and your little tricks, do you really think you can hide it from others? "
"Well … fortunately, I've always been popular. I can only pray that everyone will turn a blind eye to it." The old man continued his diabetes training plan. He raised his head and ate all the gum in his hand. Einstein frowned.
Einstein frowned. "What exactly are you and your followers planning? I don't believe that you would use up more than 80% of your power for an agent. This price is too high even for you. You are different from those weak fools who are about to die. Although your power has been weakening over the years, you are still far from that dangerous warning line, aren't you? Why would you choose to stake everything on one throw at this time? Based on my understanding of you, you have invested so much, so you must want to get more out of it."
The old man shrugged. "I've told you the truth long ago, but why are you always unwilling to believe me? I just want to win this game, take a share of the new market, restore my past glory, and let my name return to the public's eyes."
Einstein snorted. "You don't really think that wearing that nondescript funny outfit will allow you to integrate into a completely different civilization system, do you?"
"Why not give it a try? After all, KFC has launched the Old Beijing Chicken Roll over there." The old man blinked. "Survival of the fittest. This is the maxim you always say, isn't it? Although I prefer you when Giordano Bruno was tied to the stake, we can't go back to those good times, can we?"
"Be careful, Kronos. Don't play with fire and burn yourself," Einstein warned.
"I'll try to remember this advice, Sainz."
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