Chapter 379 (4) Phantom City (1) The morning of the East Building
There was a slight "beep, beep" sound in his ears, and the sound was extremely familiar, like the prompt sound when the communication message of the Origin World bracelet came......
Witt finally flickered his eyelids twice, opened his eyes, and his right hand habitually went to his side, patting on the frame of the thermosphere made of titanium and light gold, and the balance control system of the whole room immediately operated silently, mobilizing the sleepable environment, from the dark room color to the warm light of waking up early, the temperature increased by 3.5, the humidity decreased by 10.4, the intelligent system of the washbasin was immediately turned on, and the toiletries were immediately in place. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
He rubbed the hair on his forehead in confusion and looked aroundโfrom everything around him, it seemed like he was in the bedroom of the East Wing. The hall faces the sea and gives people a good mood every day, so in recent years, Wittur has spent the most time.
He walked to the sink, just stripped naked, opened his arms and opened his mouth, and the intelligent system could instantly clean his body and mouth. After that, he was always used to stepping into the half-pool-like bath, watching the slowly drawn curtains open the beautiful picture of the sky and the sea, adding a bit of light to this mediocre day.
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After running out of the shower, just put on the clothes selected from the light screen, the housekeeper Russell informed the master through the internal communication system on the wall: "Master Witt, Mrs. and Master stayed in the East Pavilion last night, and the two of them have been waiting for you to have breakfast in the restaurant on the first floor." โ
Hearing this, Witt was not half happy, but sighed heavily.
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Walking down the spiral staircase to the dining area on the first floor, the two parents were sitting at opposite ends of the dining table, and the food on the table was gorgeous and varied, which was particularly dazzling compared to the pale and monotonous room everywhere.
Witt, accustomed to what he saw, sat down in the center of the table without expression, and when Russell had meticulously laid out the cloth for himself, he began to eat his breakfast. In this process, the parents were talking without a word, and most of the content was old-fashioned, and it only "buzzed" to Witt's ears.
"I heard that your research institute has made a breakthrough in the project of gene grafting and evolution?" Mother asked expressionlessly.
"Yes, the human genetic grafting we used on a white monkey has worked, and the monkey has started to learn the language and is now able to communicate with us in English." The father replied without being salty.
"When will this project be commercially available? You've been researching it for ten years, and my family's investment in this has exceeded 10 billion. โ
"Of course I know, otherwise how could I be working night and night, the breakthrough is unprecedented now, you just wait and see."
"Very well, so that your father will look at you differently - you also know that you have been in my house, and my father has always had a grudge. You haven't done anything for ten years, Witt is not outstanding, and we have never been able to raise our heads as a family of three in the family. I'm just waiting for you to put the research into commercial use as soon as possible, and fight for us! โ
"I know it all." Father's tone was visibly slightly suppressed.
However, Witt, who had long been accustomed to all this, finally swallowed a strawberry and was ready to get up and leave the meaningless breakfast.
"That's it?" The mother turned to her son.
"Eat it." Witt lowered his head and moved his chair to turn around.
But his mother stopped him: "What have you been busy with lately?" โโYou still have to find yourself a few serious things to do, but if you can't do it, you can go to any company in your family to get a job, and it's not a way to do it every day. โ
"Your mother is right." My father also turned his head, "Born in a family with such excellent genes, it shouldn't be so mediocre." You can't embarrass us too much. โ
Only when it comes to preaching to oneself will parents stand on the same front, and Witt has long been used to it. He said "uh-huh" twice, didn't want to stay any longer, and walked away.
At this time, the parents stood up together. His mother turned to him and said, "Witt, you don't seem to have the patience to listen to us. Are you ready to leave us? โ
Witt was stunned for a moment, unready to answer. The father said, "No, it won't." Witt will never leave this home. He's too mediocre. Without this life, he really has nothing. โ
It felt like an arrow had passed through his throat, and it only made him uncomfortable, and Witt frowned - from the moment he woke up, he realized that it was just an illusion, but he didn't expect it to be such an annoying illusion!