He took the lead in breaking the stalemate in the conference room, straightened his suit, and sat down resolutely in the chair, his arm resting on the conference table, with an extrely tough attitude, re-emphasizing: "I don’t care what kind of proof they say they have, evidence can be fabricated later. In short, I do not believe a school has the capability to overco the challenges of microchip technology! Moreover, Zenla has always relied on imports for chips; if they were capable of making chips, they would have done it already—they lack the talent in this area!"
"The fact that they have made it without any talent can only an one thing—they have stolen soone else’s technology!"
"The chip they’ve presented this ti is almost identical to ours, it’s not possible that we stole their technology."
Charles Quarles remained unmoved by the Arbitration Committee’s suggestion to compromise and give way to each other, refusing to budge an inch.
"Either we do not allow them to use this technology, or we do not allow ourselves to use it. I will not accept any concessions, nor will I accept their explanations and apologies. You deal with it!"
*
First floor.
After sending a ssage to @ilovebeingskinny, Nathalie Quinlan said to Jackson Wafford and others: "Principal, I’m going to step out to et a friend."
"Do you need to accompany you?" Jackson Wafford was not at ease with her going alone, given they were unfamiliar with the place, and wouldn’t know whom to turn to if sothing happened.
"No need." Nathalie Quinlan had already stood up, her black single shoulder bag was placed beside Jackson Wafford, and she wasn’t worried about anyone stealing her bag with him there. Taking only her phone, she possessed an air of convincing confidence, and said in a light tone, "I’ll just wait for him outside, it’s not far."
Stella Iversen, seeing her show off like that, pulled a face in disdain.
If it weren’t for Jackson Wafford still being there, she almost couldn’t help but scoff aloud—when Nathalie Quinlan first ntioned she had a friend coming, she seed so pretentious, as if her friend was a big deal, yet she’s not even familiar with the hotel, and needs soone to fetch them.
Doesn’t seem like a significant figure!
What help could such a person be to them?
Without looking at Stella Iversen and seeing that Nathalie Quinlan really didn’t want him to follow her, Jackson Wafford stood up and cautioned the girl, "Rember to phone if anything happens, I’ll co to you right away. Absolutely rember, do not act alone! Your grandfather has repeatedly instructed to ensure your safety. Do not let the teacher down on his promise, understand?"
"Mm." Hearing him ntion Ericko Zachmann, Nathalie Quinlan’s eyes visibly softened, and she nodded in agreent.
...
Outside.
The elevator from the 38th floor to the 1st floor takes quite so ti.
@ilovebeingskinny had never felt such an endlessly long few seconds in life.
He wished the elevator would arrive on the first floor the next second, and he could dash out in a sprint to the agreed eting spot.
While waiting for the elevator to descend, he couldn’t wait to check the ssage he had just received on his phone once again.
He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.
The big shot had indeed replied to his ssage, and even set a place to et.
[Sun: Outside the Golden Pavilion Hotel first-floor tea restaurant corridor, I’ll wait for you.]
He confird it over and over.
He had not mistaken the person!
Absolutely the right one.
The thought of eting the person soon sent waves of uncontrollable excitent through him.
Sun.
Anyone in the Red Alliance would want to et Sun in person.
Even soone of his rank had never seen Sun, which shows just how mysterious Sun really is.
Today, he is going to et Sun in person!
@ilovebeingskinny felt not as if he was going to et a big shot, but as if he was about to et a lover, with his heart beating fast.
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