The feast ends.

When Navalli returned to the villa, he turned on his computer in his bedroom.

In the corner of the San Francisco news platform, a newly announced message.

"At 7:50 p.m., a young man was crossing the street near Avenue 5 when he was suddenly struck by a Citroen car that had broken out of an alley......

"Afterwards, the owner of the car stayed where he was and called the police. The man who was hit was rushed to the hospital and is currently "being treated......

Navali looked at the message and flipped it over with a blank face, as if he had never seen it before, and his face did not fluctuate in the slightest.

But the next second, his gaze stayed on the cover of a document next to the table.

That's the equity incentive contract that Salman offered him.

Looking at the contract, Navalli's eyes were not shaken by the fact that he had received it in the restaurant.

On the contrary, he sighed.

"I said, 'I don't have any need for revenge' – in fact, that's not a lie......"

He muttered to himself, not knowing who he was talking to.

"Actually, I don't think there's any point in 'revenge' against Travis - because neither Uncle Masip nor Julia can be considered the 'murderer' who actually killed them."

He propped himself up, stood up from the table, held his hands on the wall, and staggered to the bed.

The villa he lives in now is located in the Atherton neighborhood of San Francisco, halfway up the mountain, and the land price and housing prices are no less than the world-famous "Beverly Hills" in Los Angeles.

It was late at night, but looking out the window, you could still see the pupil lights in the night, dotting the city, and the wind was quiet, gently knocking on the window door.

Navali closed his eyes slightly.

He said in his heart:

"The object of my real revenge is this country."

……

From the day after the dinner, Navalli could clearly feel that the attitude of other company executives, including Sanders, towards him had changed slightly.

If before, their attitude towards Navalli was a kind of respect and admiration for genius, but this admiration contained a little overlook that regarded him as a tool; From the next day, their original senses subtly changed, and there was a realistic awe, and a sideways glance at Navalli based on the shocking wealth.

The country has been built around the accumulation of wealth since its inception, and for hundreds of years, the "American Dream" with wealth at its core has been deeply ingrained in everyone's heart, and no one can ignore money, not even a CTO like Sanders.

Even the other engineers in the lab were a little flustered by the changes in Navalry. Although Navaly's skill and genius left them to look up to, they did not dare to expect that they would receive the same treatment as Navali. However, if valuable results can be studied, I believe that Salman will not be stingy with investment and support.

As a result, the atmosphere in the laboratory has become more intimate, and the engineers' research on "NLMR4" has added a strong practical interest stimulus in addition to the original academic pursuit of strong AI.

Of course, executives and the elite in the lab either have their own values or have their own pursuits, and although Navali has been a role they cannot afford to take lightly for a short time, they will not actively approach Navali with a withdrawn temperament.

However, some of the middle level of Close AI and well-informed people have some different moods after getting the vague news from above.

- Although Navalli looks very ugly and difficult to approach.

But when a man who looks like this, with billions of dollars under his feet, it seems, probably, probably, doesn't it look so annoying?

……

Lunchtime.

Close AI's in-house restaurant.

Navalli sat in a corner of the dining room, alone in his seat, contemplating something to the glass table top loaded with holographic display modules.

It's as if you're fugue, and it's like you're concentrating on something.

And just as he lowered his head, waiting for the automatic food delivery robot to deliver the plate, a pleasant female voice suddenly came from the side.

"Hello, Mr. Navalry, may I sit across from you?"

Navali looked up, and a white woman with big blond hair, a beautiful face, and proud twin peaks stood next to him, smiling warmly at him.

The woman's appearance is very beautiful, not inferior to Julia, but she does not have the sincere temperament between Julia's eyebrows, and her expression looks a little empty. Her eyes were pale yellow with some light and looked like they were big.

Navali pondered how to reply, but just as he was thinking about the words, the woman sat down in front of Navaly:

"Well, introduce yourself, I'm the deputy head of the company's administration department, Karina Ottabaman, and I've heard about Navalli's deeds - your level is so good, I admire you......"

The woman chattered, a disguised smile on her face.

However, as she spoke, an indifferent male voice suddenly came from the side.

"Karina Otabman, I know you - you have been rumored to be torn between the former COO and the current CHO only to be abandoned by both sides, and now you want to provoke Navalli Evans? But can you take off your contact lenses before chatting with him? ”

The woman, Karina, looked at Svado, who suddenly appeared at the table, and her face immediately stiffened.

"Director of El Salvador......

She looked at Svado, then at Navalli, embarrassed, and smiled awkwardly:

"It seems that the timing of the chat is a little wrong, and I will contact Mr. Navali again next time I have the opportunity."

With that, Karina got up in a hurry and slipped away from the table as if she were running away.

Some of the employees who were eating next to him also noticed the movement and cast their curious eyes on it.

But neither Svardor nor Navalli stood by.

Svaldo sat down across Navalli's table and looked at him closely:

"I'm sorry for suddenly interrupting the progress of a potential relationship - but that's mostly because I don't think she's a suitable person to develop a relationship. While it may not be a bad thing to have an ambitious spouse, and those eye-opening pasts can be buried – but I don't think it's possible for a woman who wears contact lenses that blur her vision even when she has a strong desire for you, so that she can keep her expression as passionate as possible when she sees you. ”

Navalli nodded.

"I understand."

(End of chapter)