The next day, in the small meeting room at the end of the east side of the second floor of the Chinese Academy of Sciences Guest House, the label on the conference table near the window was still marked with the words Gage Cinda Company, but unlike a few days ago, the people who came to sit behind the label today were not the large group of negotiators with detailed division of labor before, but only two people who were slightly haggard, one was Paulson, the technical authority and chief negotiator of Gage Cinda Company, and the other was Phelps, the senior director of marketing and sales of Gage Cinda Company.

The faces of the two of them are not very good-looking, and the bloodshot eyes prove that they did not rest well last night, and because of this, the tired faces make the two people who are already middle-aged look much older, but even so, neither of them feels tired of Paulson or Phelps, but they are like clockwork that has been tightened, more nervous and more energetic than ever:

Paulson was a little better, sitting in his seat, but he kept flipping the Parker pen that he loved so much, and Phelps was not so sven, since he entered this small conference room, he was like a demon, sometimes sitting, sometimes standing, sometimes standing by the window and looking out of nowhere, sometimes walking frequently to measure the length of the small conference room, and occasionally coming to Powers's side and repeating a series of questions that had been determined since last night.

At this moment, Phelps walked thoughtfully around the small conference room with a calm face, and then came to Paulson, who was turning his Parker pen, and his brow, which had been frowning since last night, was now twisted into a big lump, and he asked again tirelessly to Paulson:

"Paulson, how sure do you think we can be?"

"Mr. Phelps, I think you know this very well!" Paulson looked impatiently at Phelps in front of him, but when the nervous but hopeful look on his face met Paulson's eyes. His heart couldn't help but soften, and he wasn't in the same mood as Phelps.

But even so, so what, since there is no way out, then there is only one way out, can you really sit there and obediently watch the brilliant achievements that have been built up for most of your life collapse like this? Thinking of this, Paulson's slightly trance-like gaze immediately became firm again:

"It doesn't matter if it's big or small. We must all try, or else will you, Mr. Phelps, really have to spend the rest of your life destitute?"

"Of course not!" Phelps replied very simply, but only that, for after saying this, his brow tightened again, and he continued not without concern:

"It's just that this time it's to make a deal with Lu Jiadong, we've already been harmed by him once, I'm afraid"

"Then you're not afraid of Blomberg?" said Phelps, without waiting for him to finish. Powilson interrupted Phelps's words stiffly, and his brown pupils shot out two uncontrollable angry fireworks at this moment:

"Blomberg is your and mine's greatest adversary, and the most threatening person in Gage Cinda, and if he succeeds, I, Paulson, would rather go to jail!"

"This" After listening to Paulson's words, Phelps was also speechless for a while, the two of them and Blomberg had never broken their grievances since they joined Gage Cinda, and Blomberg regarded the two even more. Even the Gage Cinda Company behind it is a mortal enemy, so much so that it wants to bring down the Gage Cinda Company in every possible way.

And now Blomberg, who has eyes and hands, has such a big handle for the two of them. Even if Phelps and Paulson agreed to Blomberg's request, the rest of their careers would surely come to an end, and such an outcome would be no different from a death sentence for Paulson and Phelps, who still had Hongda ideals.

What's more, with their knowledge of Blomberg's cunning and cunning character, even if they retire completely, they may not be able to escape the resentment accumulated over the years, and maybe one day they will be charged with a crime and sent the two of them to prison, or simply disappear in one hundred places.

Because of this. After Doug left the U.S. Embassy yesterday, Paulson and Phelps discussed the matter all night, and finally agreed to find their own way out, and if they could take their fate into their own hands, they must not let others hold it. What's more, it's not like they don't have any hole cards in their hands right now.

It's just that after so many things, Phelps, who was originally full of confidence and even a little conceited, was hit so much that his confidence index plummeted, and then from a conceited extreme to a very pessimistic extreme, otherwise Phelps, who was simply neat on weekdays and never dragged his feet in his work, would not be as panicked as he is now:

"Now I don't know who to believe, who not to believe, not to mention anything else, take the CIA's analysis report as an example, the former analyzed Lu Jiadong as useless, but the result was the opposite, and the latter analyzed China's military industry just right, Mr. Paulson, tell me, who should we believe?"

"If we don't believe any of us, we believe in ourselves!" Paulson's eyes were awe-inspiring, and his tone was uncompromisingly firm, and his brown pupils became deeper:

"Now we only believe in ourselves, whether it is the CIA's analysis report, or Gage Cinda Company, or Blomberg, which has been manipulated by people is very large, so only believing in ourselves is the safest, not to mention, we now have a lot of cards in our hands, as long as we force China to throw a mouse into the trap and obediently comply, we will definitely have a chance to turn over!"

"However, the Chinese side will not use the samples to crack it out"

"Crack?" Before Phelps finished speaking, Paulson asked an incredible rhetorical question, and then laughed "Hahaha~~~~~", and then patted Phelps on the shoulder:

"Mr. Phelps, that is the most core source code, the masterpiece of nearly 100 engineers who have spent years of hard work, not to mention the Chinese, even in the world, no one who can crack this set of source code has been born!"

"I hope so!" Phelps replied silently, not as confident as Paulson, and then cast his gloomy gaze out the window again (to be continued). )