Looking at the words on the note, Albert's eyes slowly changed.

He believes that what is written on the note is not just a story, but a real history.

What he wants to do today, there have been people in history who have wanted to do it.

I want to do it, I can do it, I can do it, I can do it...

It's just a different stage of development of things.

At any given stage, there will be different individuals who play a role in it for a variety of reasons.

Albert's intentions are noble and his actions are selfless, but it does not mean that he is the only right one, nor does it mean that he has to do it.

If Albert continues on this path, perhaps, sooner or later, he will become the type of Mr. "Luden" during the Qiyun period.

Of course, there is a difference between Albert and that Mr. Ludon.

He can't be as cruel and ruthless as the other party, and he doesn't have the other party's ability to reduce dimensionality across the ages.

After an unknown amount of time, Albert took out a pack of matches, slashed them, and lit the note.

Watching the ashes dissipate little by little in front of his eyes, the flames did not disappear, but returned to the depths of Albert's pupils.

When he walked out of the office, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him nervously, not knowing what decision the angry Albert would make.

Unexpectedly, Albert was calm.

He called his assistant over and asked him to check the latest bonus and pay it out as soon as possible.

At the same time, Albert asked the company to re-examine the existing bonus system to better serve the company's purpose.

When he heard this, the assistant was stunned for a moment, looked up at Albert, and asked cautiously,

"The purpose of the company... What is it?"

Company, is there such a thing?

Obviously, there is.

It's just that the founder of the company, Mr. Lu Deng, never mentioned it, and the board members knew it, but the middle and senior personnel did not know.

Albert said calmly,

"To create more profits for the company within the scope of legality."

The assistant wondered if his ears had heard something wrong.

Albert repeated it again, and the assistant hurriedly wrote it down in his notebook.

Another assistant boldly reminded,

"Mr. Albert, if that's the case... Many of the medium- and long-term goals of the Institute of Technology need to be adjusted..."

For example, many of the diseases they are studying today are caused by malnutrition.

These diseases, even if drugs are developed, cannot be sold at a high price.

Because the patients are poor, where will the money come from to pay for the medicine?

In order to develop drugs and try to reduce costs, the company can only break even on most projects and cannot make a profit, which is obviously in conflict with Albert's purpose of the company.

Among the wealthy, there are some common diseases, but the profit margins are huge.

For example: obesity. Diabetes. Certain painkiller medications are addictive...

These diseases, which had been given a low priority in the Technical Institute, were only allocated a small amount of resources for research, and would not have been taken seriously by Albert unless requested by Count Dracula.

If everything is premised on legitimate interests, then it is clear that these projects will take up more resources!

Albert, of course, knew what the assistant was saying.

He just said calmly,

"Send the adjusted plan to my desk, and I can implement it after I approve it."

After some more arrangements, Albert got into the carriage and left the company.

He went to St. Peter's Sanatorium, where Father Phuket waited for a long time.

Under the auspices of Father Phuket, Albert became a member of the Thirteen Saints.

He certainly didn't come for religion, but for another thing.

The ceremony was presided over by Father Phuket, and in the presence of the Thirteen Saints, Albert swore to the Holy Law and announced his donation

all the property, in order to help those who are suffering.

While Albert was alive, these properties were at his disposal and used for some causes.

In the unfortunate event of Albert's death, the Inquisition will need to continue the cause in accordance with Albert's wishes.

Albert's approach was actually an imitation of an ancient man 400 years ago.

That's what Ryan did.

The person who made a promise to Ryan was Awu.

To be precise, no organization or individual can guarantee that the will will be 100% implemented.

Except for the eternal.

They are burdened with the curse of eternal life, and time is not their enemy, nor is it their friend.

At the moment when Albert took the oath, a saint signed her name on the paper: "El Isha"

Albert bowed slightly,

"Please show up on my behalf to convey my thanks to Luden."

Al just smiled and shook his head.

You're welcome.

Albert did not take the documents with him, he knew very well that the other party would keep his promises.

By the time I left the church, it was getting late.

Albert rode in a carriage and bought a few bottles of wine at a tavern.

He didn't drink a lot of alcohol, he couldn't tell the difference between good and bad, and bought some at all prices.

After buying the wine, Albert hesitated for a moment and went to the food market to buy a bunch of outrageously expensive bread.

Bread that is not sold at night is generally very expensive.

The bakery owner apparently didn't plan to give him a discount.

With bread and wine in hand, Albert knocked on a friend's door.

The children on the other side greeted them and happily took the bread that Albert had brought, and laughter filled the somewhat shabby room in an instant.

Albert took the wine with him, and in another room with his friends, he opened bottle after bottle of wine with a simple appetizer.

Most of the time, it's friends talking and Albert listening.

Obviously, friends can also see that Albert is not in the right state today.

My friend enthusiastically shared with Albert his research results, published articles, banned articles, and unpublished drafts...

Many of these articles are difficult to send, and it is Albert who runs the relationship to settle the trouble for the other party.

After knowing each other for so many years, even if Albert keeps funding, the other party's situation is still not very good.

Fortunately, at least now he will not be beaten, and his life is not in danger.

In this way, most of the time in the middle of the night passed in a blink of an eye.

My friend drank a lot of wine and was a little shaky.

Albert drank more and was already unconscious.

The two were no longer able to communicate normally, and they were talking to each other.

Albert leaned on the table and muttered,

"What you said you were talking about... It must be successful..."

He didn't know how many times he repeated this sentence, and his drunken eyes revealed a romantic atmosphere, as if he was seeing heaven on earth.

A man walked into the room, looked at the mess, and shook his head.

Draped his coat over Albert and drove away the cold for him.

Ludon whispered,

"It's going to work."

There will be a day.