After Bai Yulan gave the waiter a tip, she quietly stood behind the sofa with her hands tucked into her pants. She leaned against the wall with a floral pattern and calmly and indifferently looked at Xu Le's back.
He had already confirmed that Xu Le's anger hidden behind his silence was directed at the terrorist attack last night. But what did the incident in District S2 have to do with this young technical director? Why was he so sensitive and angry?
"What do you think of this?" Xu Le, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly asked without turning around.
Bai Yulan's eyelids drooped slightly as she looked at the tip of her shiny leather shoes. After a moment of silence, she said, "The anti-government forces have already issued an announcement condemning this terrorist attack. Councilman Prabble's office also reacted as soon as possible. Unless the Bureau of Proclamation can trace the dead back to the anti-government army, they will definitely not admit to it. "
"I don't think this was the decision of the anti-government army committee. It should be the work of some young hardliners." Bai Yulan lowered his head and analyzed. Because he was a secretary who received 20 million, he didn't understand what this major incident in the Federation had to do with himself and Xu Le, but he still spoke softly.
"It seems that the rumor that there are hardliners in the anti-government army in the mountains who are very dissatisfied with Senator Medellin's capitulation and want to use blood to punish him is true."
"Next, someone will have to pay the price. Regardless of whether the investigation results are found or not, the president has to give the victims of the attack an explanation." Bai Yulan raised her head, shrugged, and said, "If the war starts again, Senator Parble will suffer the most. The reconciliation agreement reached before the year will become a piece of paper. His biggest political capital in the presidential election will immediately depreciate, and it might even become a debt."
This wasn't a very good analysis. Magnolia's delicate appearance hid a fierce fighting ability, but he was not a strategic analyst after all. The experts on the TV news who were bolder because of Senator Macklin's speech also began to analyze the impact of the attack on the concert on the peace process of the entire federation, as well as the impact of the presidential election that was going to be held in full swing this fall.
Xu Le lifted his head from between his knees and looked at the news expressionlessly.
He knew that there was nothing wrong with Magnolia's analysis. Just like what most people had guessed and thought, no one would think that the mastermind behind this terrorist attack was Senator Macklin. This was because even if Senator Pabre's election was thwarted, Senator Macklin, as the second-in-command of the anti-government forces, would still be viewed with hostility by many of the Federation's voters.
Senator Macklin's image in front of the people of the Federation was that of an old man who abided by non-violence. He had no reason or ability to create such a terrorist attack.
None of the citizens of the Federation would doubt the old man, especially after the tearful scene just now. The people who had calmed down even faintly hoped that the peace process of the Federation would not end because of this terrorist attack. Then, who else could lead the negotiations between the government and the four provinces in the future other than Senator Medellin who had seven of his subordinates tragically killed and himself injured?
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Although there were tens of millions of people, Xu Le watched the news in silence, not believing it.
He didn't have any evidence, and he didn't even have the logic to make an inference. He just relied on his intuition and his twisted personality to attribute the responsibility of the attack on the concert in the four provinces to Macklin.
This was an unreasonable way of thinking. The delicate secretary behind him wouldn't think this way, and the officials wouldn't think this way either. However, Xu Le was someone who had experienced the assassination at the Linhai State Gymnasium. His poor woman, his fugitive brother, told him with bloody facts that Macklin was the most insidious, cunning, and vicious mastermind in the Federation, a mastermind who had deceived everyone in the world.
Just like the conversation with Inspector Xiao outside the District Procurator's Office, Xu Le only believed in his own principles now. He believed that Macklin was evil, and this old man who was deeply respected by the people was evil.
On the news, Senator Macklin's speech had ended, and the reporters were applauding sincerely. Xu Le felt unusually depressed and gloomy. He turned off the TV, walked into the bathroom, and took a cold shower. Under the cold water, he lowered his head and cursed softly.
The water was as cold as snowflakes floating down in June.
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The terrorist attack on the concert last night was indeed shocking, but the citizens of the Federation who saw those images couldn't help but feel sad and angry. However, it was an incident that happened in the four provinces of S2. The people living in S1 might feel sad because of it, but this emotion shouldn't last long. After a while, they might even forget.
The most prosperous city in the Federation, Harbor City, was a giant cold forest addicted to wealth and technology. It was good at forgetting and good at continuing its life after sighing.
Pier 17 was not a pier, but Harbor City's most high-end leisure area. All kinds of bars and restaurants were quietly hidden within the complex streets and alleys.
The news that was repeatedly playing on the news was no longer able to attract the attention of the diners. Only Xu Le was still looking at the holographic screen above his head with narrowed eyes.
He was eating with Bai Yulan. Opposite them were two men. One was Zhou Yu, and the other was a slightly plump, somewhat dignified middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man looked coldly at Xu Le, and after a moment, said rudely, "Young man, is there something wrong with your brain? Why did you suddenly come to Harbor City?"
Zhou Yu smiled bitterly and glanced at Xu Le. Currently, the Federal Academy of Science and the Nutshell Engineering Department were competing to develop the new generation of the Federation's MX mecha. Zhou Yu had always played the role of a middleman, responsible for transferring Xu Le's core data back to the engineering department. He also did not understand why Xu Le would suddenly come to Harbor City and request to meet with a powerful person in the engineering department.
Hearing this rudeness, Xu Le retracted his gaze and looked at the official from the Nutshell Engineering Department. He lowered his head and said, "It's clearly stated in the agreement that I can follow the progress of the mecha research at any time."
The middle-aged man was a senior manager of the Nutshell Engineering Department. Not within the company, even within the Federation, he could be considered an extremely respected figure. He looked at Xu Le and could not help but laugh mockingly. "What a naive child."
Then, the man said coldly, "But it's good that you're here. According to the information we received, the Academy of Science has a bit more core data model than us. How do you explain that? Also, when are you going to give me the function formula? Since you're here today, you should settle this matter first. "
This kind of condescending tone was only natural in the eyes of this person. The young man sitting opposite him was only a level three technical supervisor. If he had not been so lucky as to follow Professor Shen, how could such a small fry be involved in the Federation's revolutionary new mecha research?
As for the cooperation agreement, this senior manager did not believe it at all. In his opinion, a small fry like Xu Le did not have the qualifications to talk to the Tai family, or to be more precise, talk to him about any kind of deal.
Xu Le quietly looked at this slightly plump senior manager. Suddenly, he turned his head and said to Zhou Yu, "He doesn't know who I am?"
Zhou Yu lowered his head and gave a bitter laugh.
The senior manager who had come to meet Xu Le today had the surname Hao. He held an extremely important position in the engineering department. Manager Hao, who knew the inside story, obviously knew that this young man had played an important role in this matter. However, he felt that in front of him, in the Tai family, in the Shell Motor Corporation Engineering Dept., this young man should have the self-awareness to hand over everything and not try to bargain.
To be more precise, Manager Hao felt that Xu Le should be hugging his leg and begging him to use the data.
Xu Le lowered his head and said, "I want a mecha."
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The senior manager seemed to have heard something unbelievable. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile. He maintained his silence and could not be bothered with Xu Le. He gently stirred his coffee cup.
Xu Le waited for a while, then dialed a number. He said to the person on the other end of the line, "I'm currently talking to a manager with the surname Hao. It's not a very pleasant conversation."
"Your request is a bit too high. I might not be able to satisfy you."
"I'm not in a good mood today," Xu Le said softly into the phone, "If we can't reach an agreement, then forget it."
He hung up the phone, stood up, and prepared to leave. Zhou Yu had gradually gotten a better understanding of Xu Le's personality after interacting with him for the past few days. He knew that this young squatter had a different temperament from everyone in the Federation. What Nutshell Mobility Company? What Tai Family? What Tai Family? What Nutshell Mobility Company? What Tai Family? Perhaps they could make him feel some fear, but if he was truly pushed to the edge, he would really do anything.
Manager Hao stared in disbelief at Xu Le, who was preparing to leave. He had not expected this young man's reaction to be so big. He stared coldly at Xu Le, lowered his head, and said calmly, "Don't forget Professor Shen's name … in the entire Federation, under the pressure of Dean Lin, the only ones who can continue to help you are us."
Xu Le had originally planned to pretend that he did not hear this person speak, but when he heard his teacher's name, he stopped his thoughts of turning and leaving. He stared at Manager Hao's plump face like he was staring at a flower that was about to bloom.
Manager Hao smiled and said, "Calm down a little, young man. There's no good in being too easily angered."
Right at this moment, the phone in Xu Le's hand rang. After the call was connected, the voice on the other end was silent for a moment before saying, "I will get someone to prepare a mecha, but at most, it will be an M50 or less."
Xu Le stared at Manager Hao's face and said into the phone, "Sure, but I don't want to talk to this piece of trash surnamed Hao. If Zhou Yu's position on your side is not high enough, you can get someone else to come."
When Manager Hao heard the word 'piece of trash', he abruptly raised his head, slammed the table angrily, and stood up. He extended a finger to point at Xu Le's nose and scolded, "You little …"
He only had time to say the word 'little'.
Xu Le was an easily angered young man, but he had always been very angry today.
Bai Yulan, who had been standing silently beside him all this time, had been carefully observing his reactions. She knew that if this fellow vented his anger, it would be a very scary thing. So when Manager Hao stood up, she silently took a step forward and stood in front of Xu Le, one hand gripping Manager Hao's finger.
With a crisp crack, the finger broke.
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