Jackson Wafford was briefly stunned, but he quickly regained his composure and shook hands with him, stepping aside to let him in: "Yes, please co in."
John looked past him into the suite, not seeing the young man’s figure, his expression betraying surprise. He made a succinct polite remark and chose not to enter, speaking directly: "I won’t co in. The thing is, I’ve been entrusted by a gentleman to pick sothing up. If it’s convenient for you, could you hand the information over to ?"
Stella Iversen and others gathered around.
ntioning the proof of work they had on the chip, Jackson Wafford’s face grew serious as he gently asked, "May I know who you are...?"
The man, with an upright posture and distinguished aura, slapped his forehead and chuckled, "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the Vice President of the IT Association, John."
With a touch of apology, he pulled out a business card from his lapel and handed it over to the group: "This is my business card."
Jackson Wafford and others took his offered business card.
Indeed, he was soone from the IT Association.
Not just a regular mber, but the Vice President!
One must know that the IT Association has considerable power. They hold the industry’s cutting-edge technology and connections and inspire a degree of trepidation wherever they go.
Naturally, the Vice President of their association is no ordinary person.
However, the man was being excessively polite.
From the mont he knocked on the door until now when he handed out his business cards, the way he treated them was more than polite—respectful, even!
Jackson Wafford was sure that this politeness wasn’t directed at Tsinghua University’s reputation but was due to so other reason.
The only reason he could think of was—Nathalie Quinlan’s friend!
...
The so-called information was actually so research data contained within a cowhide bag, data that was sufficient to prove that Stanley Zachmann and his team had initiated their chip research early on.
John received the cowhide bag and curiously glanced at the people of the Tsinghua University team.
Seeing them staying at Golden Pavilion, and in a suite no less.
He couldn’t suppress his curiosity and paused before leaving to ask, "Mr. Wafford, it’s very presumptuous of to say this, but I’m personally very curious. So I boldly ask you, with such connections at your disposal, why didn’t you use them from the beginning?"
The Red Alliance, always aloof and enigmatic.
Just the daughter of the Cubicle Group tying in with the Red Alliance was enough for her to strut around confidently.
If they had the Red Alliance’s key mber @ilovebeingskinny intervene to have him co down for the information, why not ntion it at the start?
"..."
Seeing the group exchange puzzled looks as if they harbored so unspeakable secret, John was a man who knew the appropriate asures. The question he posed was purely out of his own curiosity.
Seeing that none of the group responded, he didn’t persist, rely smiling, "I’ll take this proof of work with . You all wait for the good news!"
The Cubicle Group could cause trouble without repercussions, relying on the absence of evidence to prove the Tsinghua research team’s innocence and their alliance with the Red Alliance.
Now they had the evidence, too.
And the Red Alliance suddenly stopped giving face to the Cubicle Group.
They had nothing to fear anymore!
*
After John left, Jackson Wafford closed the door.
The professors from Tsinghua University were still in shock, one of them holding the hot potato-like business card and speaking with wide eyes, "Mr. Wafford, what’s the situation here? The ssage from Professor Zachmann’s team was that the outlook wasn’t very optimistic, and the IT Association was even more on the other side. How co it suddenly seems like they’ve changed their tune... telling us to wait for good news. Does this an Professor Zachmann and his team should be alright now?"
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