San Francisco.

In an intimate restaurant, in a room of tens of square meters, the faint blue light is sprinkled.

The interior of the room, from the four walls to the back of the ceiling, is covered with seawater.

Seaweed sways, hairtail and tuna sway freely, and a variety of small sea creatures stand out from each other across the floor.

And, among the swimming fish, a huge whale was swimming nimbly, with a round body, looking lazy and at ease.

Navalli sat at the table, looking at the swimming fish and seaweed, and the whales, looking a little dazed.

Salman, who was sitting across from him, smiled when he saw him like this:

"Well, is this restaurant too quiet? Need me another restaurant, I know there's another place to go in San Francisco. ”

Navali shook his head:

"No...... It's nothing. It's just that I've never been to a place like this. It should be expensive here, right? ”

"Don't worry, the average meal here is about tens of thousands of dollars, and even three meals a day are enough for your annual salary. Also, I own the restaurant – you can think it's part of my business, so that's even more to say. ”

Salman smiled and looked at the surging sea water on the walls and ceiling, the swimming fish exuding vitality, and the scattered seaweed, showing a nostalgic expression:

"I've been to Abu Dhabi before but there, whether it's the Emirates Hotel, or the Daqing. The real mosque, nothing interesting - except for the undersea restaurant under the Burj Al Arab, which made me feel very comfortable.

"It's clear that outside is a noisy world full of people like the sun is blazing. But in the middle of it, it was as if you were completely surrounded by the sea. It was so quiet and serene – the contrast soothed my nerves, and I began to understand why Gates had built such a big aquarium. So when I returned to San Francisco, I opened a private dining room with less than 10 rooms, 300 square meters for dining, 100 square meters for kitchen preparation, and more than a few thousand square meters for wrapping around this 'sea world' - of course, in order to maintain this 'sea world' stability and natural state, I have to pay tens of millions of dollars a year for maintenance, although it is worth it. ”

Salman's voice was long and unsound, but Navalry's only smiled and bowed his head.

It occurred to him that the construction and maintenance costs of this 'Sea World' were more than the total funds for the 'Solidarity Community' activities that Mr. Masip had in mind......

And at this moment, Salman's voice suddenly changed, and the next moment, Navalli heard his words as if they were earth-shattering:

"Navalli, are you wondering if a lot of things could be different if you could use the funds for the construction of this restaurant on the 'Solidarity Block'?"

Navalry's head was suddenly lifted at this remark.

For the first time, he looked at Salman with a little surprise in his eyes.

Salman smiled at Navalry's surprised eyes, squeezed his eyes, picked up the wine glass on the table, and shook the wine inside.

"Although I graduated from MIT's School of Artificial Intelligence with a Ph.D. and later founded Close AI, my undergraduate major was applied psychology – I loved what I learned from this major, and I didn't stop learning even after I graduated."

As he spoke, his voice was sentimental, and Navalli fell silent.

Salman continues:

"Navalli, regarding the previous deal you made with Sanders on the dark web - you should know, we have been forced to take down the announcement that the images in our announcement of the 'Masip Incident' were synthesized by AI. Because the FBI headquarters and the president's office greeted us, the pressure made it difficult for us to do it. ”

He looked at Navalli as if he wanted to get a glimpse of something in his eyes.

Navali nodded, his voice jerky:

"I know about it, I understand the pressure on the company, and I don't have any opinion...... And nowadays, even if it is not meaningful for the public to know that those images are synthesized by AI. ”

Salman nodded.

"Navaly, if you can understand."

His eyes softened suddenly.

"But...... I need not only to understand, but also to be comfortable – it's respect for genius. ”

As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and the waiter behind him said something in the headphones.

The next moment, the door behind Salman opened, and a man walked in from behind the door with a bottle of wine.

The man was not dressed as a waiter.

His temperament was out of step with the rest of the waiters, his clothes were disheveled, his hair was messy, and his eyes were bloodshot. There had been a noticeable period of lack of sleep and a bad routine, which had made the man's already handsome face much more ugly, and Navalry's pupils dilated the moment he saw him.

But not because the man appeared out of nowhere.

but because of his appearance.

- He was the man who had been with Julia and then became the president of the entire "Unity Block", Travis.

Travis walked over to the table of two, tried his best to squeeze out a smile, and respectfully placed the bottle of red wine on the table.

"Mr. Salman, and Mr. Navalli...... Is there anything else you need me to do? ”

As he spoke, as if trying to avoid bumping into Navalry's gaze, his eyes wandering, trying his best to tighten his body, but still squeezing out a respectful smile, looking extremely pitiful.

Navalli glanced at him.

And at this moment, Salman's voice rang out.

Travis Akshomon, born in the United States to Hispanic illegal immigrant parents, did not gain legal status until Travis was 10 years old. After that, Travis studied very hard in school, and although he was not very comfortable with mathematics and science, he was quite talented in grammar and language courses.

"Once in college, Travis became a member of the FBI's secret 'social drive'.

"The agency is not in scope for public release, and its members are ostensibly unrelated to the FBI and are not on its tax filing list. Most of these members graduated from elite colleges and universities, are intellectually brilliant and ambitious, and while they become a part of the FBI, they will also use the FBI's resources to climb up the public sphere, so as to stealthily obtain resources for the FBI—and use their identities to enter certain social organizations that the FBI may perceive as affecting national security, but have no excuse to destroy, and provide the FBI with the convenience of eliminating or 'harmless' them.

"The 'Massip Senanes Incident' is in essence a 'Solidarity Community Collapse Plan' that was planned and executed by Travis Aksiumen, who was dispatched to the 'Solidarity Community'."

His voice echoed softly through the room, neither big nor small, but it made Travis's face turn paler and his body tremble.

Salman ignored him and looked at Navali only with a soft gaze:

"Although they are members of the FBI, to a certain extent, members of the 'social driving organs' who are widely involved in politics and public activities are, with very few exceptions, just like other politicians, who can be traded or discarded. Travis Akshomen wasn't one of those special cases – so I traded some price and got the result I have now.

"What is happening in this room today, whatever you want this Mr. Travis to achieve, will be a dream that no one knows about when you leave this room. You can choose to do it yourself, but I recommend that you give a plan for others to solve, and your body is not suitable for overwork. Plus, outside of this room, there are already more than five alternative gangsters, thieves, drug co-ordinators, or robbers and murderers ready to take over any of the charges, so you don't have to worry about anything. ”

Navalli listened to Salman's voice and looked at Travis.

The latter, trembling at last, turned his body around and looked at Navalli with pleading eyes.

Navalli looked at Travis in silence, his ears echoing Salman's words, but there was neither joy nor hatred in his heart, just a blank slate.

This world is very cruel to people.

If Navalli had been a small man with no talent or assets, then Travis might have become the target of his lifelong quest for revenge, living in hatred for the rest of his life, even if he would have died with him.

However, this world is also extremely gentle to people.

When Navali showed his talent and future, he didn't even have to take the initiative to mention it, Salman himself helped him catch the object of revenge, without the need for hundreds of thousands of words of recourse or decades of ups and downs, in just one month, he brought him to Navalry.

It's all ridiculously true.

Navali sighed suddenly.

Then he shook his head:

"Let him go."

He looked at Salman as if he were unconscious.

“…… I don't have any need for revenge. ”

Salman smiled.

He nodded to the side, and the waiter motioned for Travis to leave with him.

Travis was drenched in sweat and didn't dare to say a word, and after throwing a grateful glance at Navalry, he obediently followed the waiter away.

And at this time, the room was finally served.

Then, suddenly, Navali said thoughtfully:

"What do you think of the car?"

"Oh?"

Salman raised an eyebrow and looked at Navalli, as if he didn't understand what he meant for the first time.

Navalli shrugged.

"The company's driver drove me to and from work every day, but I felt a little uneasy. So I just thought of Citroen, which seems to have a very high crash test score in its class. ”

I see.

Salman smiled and nodded at Navalli.

"I see, the car will be delivered to the villa tonight."

……

The wine is over the middle and the meal is halfway through.

Salman suddenly put down the knife, looked at Naval, who was obviously a little absent-minded, and smiled:

"Actually, in addition to the incident just now, I have another gift for you.

"I've been thinking about what this gift should be, and I was thinking about this restaurant – but I love it so much, I've done every detail here, and I really don't want to give it to anyone else.

"So, I can only give you a part of my secondary passion."

As he spoke, he shoved a document from the table to Navalry.

"An option incentive contract starts at 0.5 percent of Close AI's equity and can go up to two percent for a period of three years."

He winked Navalli's eyes, jokingly, but solemnly.

Close AI is not publicly available, but its market capitalization is now estimated to be more than $200 billion.

If this is the standard, then the contract in front of you represents a minimum of one billion US dollars, and the maximum can even reach four billion US dollars.

Salman's determination to tie Navalli to the same vehicle was so strong that Navalli could already feel it.

Staring at that contract.

Long.

Navali held out his hand.

His eyes finally faltered slightly.

He looked at Salman and said seriously:

"I won't let you down."

"Then let's raise a glass and celebrate."

Salman raised his glass to him, smiling slightly.

(End of chapter)