Half an hour later, Chen Chen was toying with a strange invitation in his hand.
The invitation was dark blue in color and made of 270g pearlescent paper. There were gilded words on it, making it look dignified and elegant.
In the middle of the invitation was the logo of God's Forbidden Zone, and at the bottom was the word "Welcome" written in small print.
Arrived ".
These were all normal, but if one were to open the inside of the invitation letter, one would find that this invitation letter was far thicker than ordinary invitation letters. It was even as thick as some books.
The invitation was about thirty pages thick. The first page was an introduction to God's Forbidden Zone as described by Chen Chen. The following pages were photos and information about the "Age-reversal Treatment" and "Cloned Organ Transplantation".
Of course, this information lacked core parameters. Professionals might be able to tell whether it was real or fake, but it was impossible to imitate it. They could only start from scratch.
Moreover, there wasn't just one invitation, but eleven. These invitations were written in a variety of languages. Some were in English, some were in French, and there were also Latin, Greek, Arabic, and Hebrew.
The eleven invitations were aimed at eleven of the world's largest corporations. These corporations might be extremely famous, or they might be completely unknown. They might be well-known figures in certain industries, or they might be the highest leaders of certain families.
However, the only thing these people had in common was that they were all above 60 years old and below 70 years old.
Chen Chen had learned a principle from the textbooks since she was a child:
The more difficult the struggle is, the more we must mobilize the strength of the masses, we must unite with the masses, we must rely on the masses; we must not, because of acting rashly, make the mistake of Ge Ren's heroism.
Didn't you see those talented and indomitable villain bosses? Which one of them didn't stand on the opposite side of the entire world and never thought of recruiting allies? They had a body full of power but were unable to use it, and in the end, they were defeated?
Therefore, even if Chen Chen wanted to carry out his plan, he would never do it alone. He wanted to weave a huge and delicious cake and lure in those interest groups.
In this way, even if his plan was exposed one day, and a righteous person raised a flag and jumped out to oppose him, at that time, he wouldn't be the only one who would be overthrown, but also the incomparably huge Mutual Prosperity Group behind him …
In other words, Chen Chen needed to use some means to firmly bind some organizations that controlled money and power to his chariot of interests. Only then could he boldly develop the company and complete his hundred-year plan.
However, not everyone could create a cake that was attractive enough to "that group of people". Ordinary, ugly, and worthless cakes could be found everywhere.
This was why Chen Chen had developed the "Age-reversal treatment" and "cloned organ transplantation", two promising technologies.
With these two technologies, as well as the "Alzheimer's Reversal Treatment", "Neural Stem Cell Connection Regeneration", "Cancer Cell Cyclin-Dependent Kinase" and other projects being carried out in the research center, they should be able to attract this group of powerful people who were at the end of their lives, right?
Chen Chen sat on the sofa, supporting his chin with one hand, thinking silently.
What would people do when they discovered that they were slowly aging and that their energy was declining year by year?
Ordinary people began to love sports, even if they were too lazy to walk more than a few steps when they were young.
At the same time, they also learned to take care of their health. They ate only 70% full, no longer stayed up late, and no longer vented wantonly, all for the sake of a healthy body.
This was only for ordinary people. What would the ancient emperors who ruled the world do?
From the time Emperor Qin sent Xu Fu to Mount Penglai, to the time Emperor Wu of Han favored alchemists in search of elixirs, to the time when Emperor Taizong of Tang took medicine from a foreign monk and became incurably ill...
Even the wise emperors of ancient times, even if they were as wise as Emperor Qin, Emperor Wu of Han, or Emperor Song, who could escape this vicious cycle in their later years?
This was human nature.
Even wise emperors pursued immortality, let alone this group of people with a lot of money.
Even Chen Chen was no exception.
The way Chen Chen saw it, as long as he could live, he was willing to sacrifice many things, whether it was time, money, desire, or even his identity as a human...
He could even abandon himself.
After all, if he died, he would have nothing left. As long as he was alive, there were endless possibilities and endless hope.
Since even Chen Chen believed so, when those old and decrepit people who had one foot in the coffin saw the two mature projects in Chen Chen's invitation, could they resist the temptation of life?
Chen Chen was looking forward to it.
...
A few days later, thousands of miles away in the British Isles of Europe.
London, known as the largest economic center of the Federation and the largest city in Europe, was now ushering in another sunny day.
The financial industry was the backbone of London's industry. The stock exchange here was the most important securities trading center in the entire Federation. At the same time, the headquarters of 19 federal 500 companies were located here.
On the east side of St. Paul's Cathedral in London, there was an area known as "The Square Mile". It was densely packed with buildings and hundreds of banks and other financial institutions. It was regarded as the London version of Wall Street.
For this reason, "The Square Mile" had another, more popular name — the City of Finance.
At this time, in the financial city where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, inside a building of the Foster Group, Norman Foster was wearing a pair of thick glasses, sitting on a wicker chair, quietly looking out the French windows.
In his hand was a copy of the London Times. This was the newspaper he had founded when he was young. It had become the best-selling newspaper in London, selling more than a million copies every day.
As he grew older, he liked to meditate. He meditated on the choices he had made at the crossroads of life when he was young.
If... If he had changed one of his choices back then, would he not have any regrets in his life now?
The midday sun was warm and strong. It shone through the French windows into Norman's eyes, making him drowsy.
He no longer had the energy of his youth, but he still did not stop controlling the companies under his name. Therefore, when he was not working, he had developed the habit of taking a nap on the wicker chair every day.
However, for some reason, Norman could not fall asleep today.
The more he closed his eyes, the more he felt as if there was someone standing next to him.
Someone he could not see.
However, when he opened his eyes and looked around, he found that apart from the secretary behind him and the trusted bodyguard outside the door, there was no one else present.
Moreover, when he opened his eyes, the feeling would quickly disappear.
However, when he closed his eyes again, the feeling of being watched appeared again...
This feeling made his hair stand on end.
As an old man, his intuition should not have been so strong. Although he kept telling himself that everything was just an illusion, the feeling of being watched still stimulated his nerves.
If that was the case, he would have to stay awake for now...
Norman sighed and picked up the newspaper in his hand again. However, just as he was about to continue reading, he suddenly froze.
Immediately after, a chill rose from within his body and quickly spread throughout his entire body. Even his hair stood on end!
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