"Anyway, we have a decision to make about the product," said Richard, standing at the front of the small room.

"By far our biggest potential market is companies that do a lot of shipping work on a regular basis. They were able to use the Iron Curtain system to reduce their expenses significantly. Because of this, I propose to postpone the development of the home version and concentrate on the development and production of expensive and high-end business products. ”

Uriel sat in the designated crowd watching the launch.

The chairs were supposed to be comfortable, but he couldn't use the armrests on either side because his neighbor had already occupied them.

How do people know when to use handrails and when not to use them? Is there a rule about sharing space that no one has ever told him?

The elbows of the huge executives on either side of him squeezed, making him feel like he was about to be crushed.

He turned his head and glanced at it. Mr. Yichen sat in the last row of the audience, and he was alone in the last row.

He looks....very wise.

He has a short gray beard and deep, elusive eyes. He is probably the greatest inventor of all time,

Of course, he must be the smartest man of his time.

He sat and watched, not saying a word.

"Hehe, that's interesting." Aclade said as he sat in his seat

"Because I'm thinking the opposite." The lean man jumped up from his seat and threw Richard off the podium, and he cleared Richard's report from the screen on the wall.

"You see, the problem with only trading with a few corporate clients," Accrade said, "is that it doesn't capture the public's imagination." We've now made something completely new, something incredible! ”

He waved his arm and sent something to the projection on the wall, a figurative and striking thing with two metal bands in the middle.

"I call it a move at will."

"Feel free to move?" An executive asked in a flat tone.

"Feel free to move," Aclade said aloud, "a personal teleporter." ”

"It doesn't work on living creatures," said another director. "Only inorganic matter can be transmitted."

"I'm confident that Mr. Yichen will be able to solve this problem in the end," Aclade said. He made an honest smile that even Uriel rolled his eyes

"Even if he doesn't do it, moving it at will cause a huge sensation. See, most companies never have a real chance to capture the hearts and minds of the public. Their launch reverberated in their own market and had to make a splash for the small attention they had. ”

"We won't have this kind of problem. Everyone wants to buy and move at will. They're going to want five or six! Hiking in the wilderness and can't find a parking space? You can move the car to your parking space after getting to the place. Always can't find your wallet? Press a ring on it. Move it over when you need to. His grin widened.

"Guys, we're going to change the world!"

"It's not safe," Uriel said.

Aclayde froze, his smile distorted.

He immediately stared at his back, but did not express his annoyance.

"This thing is pretty safe," said one of the supervisors, "and we've done thousands of tests with no disasters." ”

"The technology itself is safe," Uriel said, "but it's not safe to give it to people, they're going to kill with it." ”

"Come on, Uriel," said Aclayd, "remember to think a little better. ”

"There is no benefit at all," Uriel said, "and people will teleport bombs to places that would otherwise be safe." The mafia will be heavily armed wherever it is. These are just the most basic applications. I've calculated the data. We're developing a weapon, and it's going to be used like this. ”

"Guess," Aclade said.

"I never guess," said Uriel, "I plan and I rarely make mistakes." ”

He turned around and looked up at Mr. Yichen.

"I have a son, sir, and I don't want him to live in an unsafe world....at least, a world that is more dangerous than it is now. If we sell this, it will start a war. Mr. Yichen nodded slowly.

He understands, he understands.

Uriel was relieved.

"That's exactly what he's waiting for," Uriel thought, "and some people will speak out against the technology." It seems like I'm the only brave enough naysayer. ”

"He's right," Mr. Yichen said

"We have to sell it to private intelligence security contractors or something, because they give the most money." He looked at Aclade.

"Your name is ..... Aclay, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir!" Aclade said as he walked out of the podium to the audience.

"I'll talk to you after the meeting, you've shown a great creative spirit, and I want you to be part of one of my special projects."

Uriel opened his mouth wide.

He found himself on his feet

"Huh? Don't, sir, don't—" Aclade patted Uriel on the shoulder, drawing closer to him

"Hey, love to be angry. Thank you for your help. You're such a ...... Good comrade. ”

The meeting was interrupted, and only a dazed Uriel stood in the front row.

With an unpleasant gesture, Uriel moved the digital spreadsheet off his desk.

"What do these numbers say? Mr. Yi Chen....Why? Why can't Uriel understand the world as much as he understands the data? He never makes mistakes – never in numbers.

When they showed off the heat transfer device that everyone loved, who guessed the bid price of everyone in attendance?

It's Uriel.

When Mr. Yichen proposed the advanced artificial intelligence entity womb, who accurately predicted how long it would take the Rantimo government to enact the relevant regulations?

Or Uriel.

The numbers don't lie!

This will definitely provoke war. Why does Mr. Yichen want to create a war? Any device developed by this company can be used in the military.

In the past, they always had the right contracts in place to stop these things from happening.

Now....now they are taking the initiative to approach the Rantimo Private Intelligence Security Contractor to get the army to bid. What is this man doing now? This new secret must be very great, very incredible, it must be revolutionary.

Uriel will find out.

Humans are supposed to do something meaningful.

If they are willing to listen to the reason, then they will definitely do something meaningful.

If they focus more on what makes sense than how to kill people, the world will work in the right direction.

Aclade passes,

"Still working?" He asked.

Uriel did not look up.

Aclade patted him on the shoulder anyway, "You see, I'm not upset, I don't mind your tentative interference with me. ”

"You don't mind?" Uriel asked, this is not scientific, even if he is the one chosen by Yichen.

Uriel looked up, but Aclay did look pleasant.

"You should be mad at me," Uriel said, "and I'm trying to stop your path to promotion." ”

"No, it's cause and effect, love to get angry. It's like....you're not like a person, I'm not malicious! This is a compliment to you. You're like a machine, inputting data, exporting data, without emotion! ”

The tips of Uriel's fingers pressed on the table began to turn white.

He looked awkward, with a little halo of light emanating from each fingertip.

"Did he say it...."Uriel could barely control his voice,

"Did he say what it was? At that particular meeting of yours? Ackled leaned down

"I'm going to have eternal life, brother." He blinked, grinned, and stood up straight.

He obviously shouldn't have revealed anything,

But every leap he took as he left—humming a minor tune and even sliding a little on the carpet around the corner—spoke of his happiness.

"Eternal life?" No way. Even for Yichen. Or is it possible? Uriel went back to his spreadsheet and stubbornly searched.

He spent an hour combing through the information hidden in the accounts of subsidiaries and holding companies, and finally came up with a strange series of answers.

Rantimo government forces? What is Mr. Yichen doing in Lariou? And what are those gateways all over Rantimo for?

Uriel didn't know how else to define these things from the specifications and supply lists.

Mr. Yichen is preparing for war. How do I work in a company like this that he works closely with?

Uriel suddenly felt sick and went back to his seat.

There will be no safe place in this world.

If the greatest people here want to wage war, then where can it be safe?

His eyes fell on a photograph of his son's young body sitting at the table.

Uriel stared at the photo, which had been taken two years ago.

In fact, he looked at the picture so often that he was sometimes a little surprised to see Ryan himself—he wasn't quite the same as the child in the photo.

Uriel knew more about the small photograph than he knew about what the word son symbolized.

What am I doing? He thought.

Death is coming.

Destruction, hell....already in the near future, in most of the regions of Rantimo, and even other sub-worlds.

But I still work late every day, and I don't hold my son and look at the photos here?

He stood up, pushed his chair aside, and looked at his watch, seven o'clock.

Half an hour later, Ryan will be out of training and going home for dinner.

In half an hour, he could rush home.

He left without turning off his desk or the screen on the table. This would make him feel too careless and feel guilty, and he found himself laughing.

He worked for Oslandon all his life.

They can squeeze the sweat of Uriel, but he will not get the blood of Uriel. At least not tonight.

By the time Uriel came to his car, it was already raining heavily.

They struck Uriel as he laboriously went to open the door.

With a briefcase in one hand and an umbrella in the other, Uriel climbed into the car, which started automatically.

These two-seaters were originally designed to be used to commute to and from work.

Utility.

The numbers make sense.

Aclade doesn't drive utility cars, and the car he drives starts roaring as soon as the engine starts.

He often bragged about the car, talking about how he modified it himself, how he constantly tuned the engine.

It can't even drive itself on autopilot – it's an old style, and people consider it a classic.

This notion makes such cars exempt from legislation that every car must be able to drive autonomously just in case.

Uriel's car started without the roar of the engine.

It makes a pleasant buzzing sound,

As Uriel put away his umbrella and got into the car, Beethoven's romance sounded.

"Hello," the car said in its monotone voice

"The road conditions are reported to be dangerous, and it is highly recommended that you activate the autopilot system."

"It's like I've been driving manually," Uriel said.

How can he work on the road if he drives himself? He deliberately bought this car that had to fold out the steering wheel if he wanted to drive it himself.

He clicked on the monitor and told it to take him home, then emptied the windshield to try to tell him the news — again by Lilwei.

As the car pulled out of the parking space and drove him to the highway in the wind and rain, Uriel leaned back in his seat—he was one of the last to leave, except for Mr. Yichen's black limousine.

He opened his briefcase and clicked idly on the monitor inside, searching for reviews of the company's health insurance that he had put on hold.

But then he found himself too distracted to continue working.

"Lilwei won't even be home when I get home," he thought

"She'll pick up Ryan in this weather — so he doesn't have to ride his bike home."

Maybe...

Can he cook dinner for the family?

Surprise them?

She often orders Chinese food for him, even if she doesn't like it that much.

Will she already have a Chinese dinner ready?

He began to search, trying to find the best meal available, until his car stopped in front of his house with a splash of rainwater.

It stopped on the side of the road at the door. Uriel looked up, frozen.

How can there be a car parked in his lane?

A bright red car, like a bullet, outdated and dangerous...... Aclyde's car.

Uriel walked into his house and laughed at himself.

This rainstorm should overshadow his presence, right?

He might need to be a little more secretive. Anyway, he smiled.

"Of course." He walked up to the second floor, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the steps.

He pushed open the bedroom door.

Lil screamed slightly, reaching for the blanket. Aclade screamed in surprise and fell off the bed and onto the floor.

Uriel took off his cloak and shook off the rain from his garment.

"You know, it makes sense," he chuckled, "and the world finally makes sense, and I did guess it was going to happen!" ”

Aclayd—pale—grabbed his pants and rushed out of the room.

Lil was sobbing. Why is she crying? She wasn't hurt again.

Uriel sat on the bed.

"I'm working too much overtime, I know. That's a number. I can add it to the list and see what comes out. If it was another guy in the office talking about his wife, I would probably have understood what was going on right away. He looked at her.

"But that's not another man's wife, that's you. The numbers are never flawed. It's me who has the problem, and I can't see them when it's about you. ”

"Uriel.—" she said, holding out trembling hands to him.

Downstairs, the beastly car of Aclyde began to roar.

"Now, don't worry about me now, I have no feelings, you know. Aclade told me about those... All—" His cheeks moistened, and obviously, it must have been rain.

He took a deep breath.

"Ryan?" She immediately glanced at her watch.

"Ryan!"

"I'm going to pick him up," Uriel said, standing up, "I hope he's not riding his bike home now, and what about after that?" Aren't we going to eat Chinese food together? For me... Prepare something special..."Uriel walked to the door.

"Uriel...", Lilwei said, "yes...."

"Shut up, you don't say that word." He walked out.

Where did his smile go? It's amazing, it's even normal.

How could he be so careless, he- the sharp sound of brakes was heard......