Once Paul left the old man, Zi's blush began to fade. Paul gave a sharp nod to the nearest security guard in uniform. The guard lifted the old man off the ground with the assistance of another guard and escorted him out of the building. The old man's feet barely touched the floor.
Paul crossed the hall and headed towards Mars.
"Wait a minute," he said again. Paul was completely calm, not out of breath, nor agitated. Smooth and concentrated.
"He doesn't seem to be malicious, man," Mars said, and he still didn't believe what he had just seen.
""Do you think so? Then you are wrong. "
Paul picked up the phone and typed a number on the keyboard.
"Paul?" said a man in a well-dressed suit with a shaved head. He just came in from outside. He also wears sunglasses. "what happened?"
"Mr. Toro," Paul said. "No more now. It's processed."
"Your people just threw an old man to the ground. City of Lawsuits." Mars said. He turned his gaze from Paul to the brightly dressed bald man.
Paul and Toro turned to evaluate Mars. Almost both of them smirked with no sense of humor.
"Are you?" Toro took off his sunglasses and tucked them into the pocket of his suit.
Mars Matthias.
"Are you a lawyer, Mr. Matthias?"
"No."
"Imagine my relief," Toro said. "What are you doing here?"
"I had a meeting with that gentleman. Wendy, his assistant, confirmed this and Mars asked for a printed e-mail. "I have been forty minutes late. Can we hurry up?"
"I don't know of any such meeting with that gentleman," Toro said. He gave Mars another top bottom one time.
Mars shrugged, this is not my problem. "I do have a meeting, and it's already confirmed."
"It's not on his schedule," Paul said, pointing to the computer screen.
"How is your business with Mr. Danman?"
"I'm here to interview him."
"Yes."
"Mr. Danman does not do media work."
"Obviously, he knows," Mars said. "He agreed to meet with me. Can you tell me the way to his office now?"
Toro looked at Paul. Something important and unspeakable happened between them.
Paul smiled at Mars, "Come with me, Mr. Matthias. I will think you are against me."
Mars picked up his canvas messenger bag and threw it over his body. He patted Paul on the exploded head, showing a bright toothpaste smile.
"Thank you," he said, and then followed Paul, carefully keeping three steps behind him. For people like Paul, it is prudent not to approach him. Although if it comes to it, Mars knows that the range of an arm will not be far enough away from Paul, and the muscles of men have muscles.
Paul led Mars through a long corridor. The corridor extends along the pond of the building. The glass facade of the building was spotless. Mars imagined that this might be someone's entire job to keep it that way. Efforts are worth the effort - if you put aside the concept of wasting your life to clean the glass of a super company, the super company doesn't care about you at all. Of course, if you put these aside, it's all worth it. You can almost imagine yourself walking by the pond instead of in an office building.
Bruce Deman's office is at the end of the corridor.
Paul knocked on the slightly opened door.
"Mr. Denman," he called. "I have a Mr. Matthias here. He said he had a meeting with you."
"Invite him in," Bruce said.
"He is not on your schedule," Paul said.
There was no answer for a while, and then the slightly open door opened completely. Bruce Denman, rolled up his shirt sleeves, untied his tie, loosened his collar, and stood at the door.
"I apologize for my negligence, Mr. Matthias," Bruce said.
"No problem," Mars said.
"You can leave us. Thank you, Paul." Bruce said.
Paul hesitated for a millisecond, then said, "Yes, sir."
Bruce invited Mars to his office.
"Your security measures are very strict here, Mr. Denman."
"Yes, we have," Bruce said. "Dunmanus is a fortress of intellectuals. It needs protection more than any other place in the world. We are not only secret managers, but also protectors and trainers of smart minds and cutting-edge research and technology. There are many individuals, Competitors and even the entire nation-state are happy to hurt us. Please call me Bruce, Mars."
"Thank you for coming to see me," Mars said.
Bruce Deman's office was not what Mars expected, even though he didn't really know what he was expecting. It is huge. It's really big. Bruce Deman's desk was extravagant, but Maas expected it. Everything is the best, the best leather, the best wood, the best ceramic coffee cup. What Mars didn't expect was that half of Bruce Deman's office was a private laboratory, whiteboards were full of equations, documents on long desks were neatly arranged, and there were three computers. This is an interesting merger - one is the luxurious and gorgeous office of the country's most influential businessman, and the other is the work laboratory.
"Let's start," Bruce said. He sat down behind the desk and leaned back.
Mars sat on the opposite chair. He took out a digital tape recorder, turned it on, and placed it on the edge of Bruce's desk.
Mars rarely, if any, felt self-conscientious, but even he had to admit that he was sitting in awe of Bruce Danman's presence.
Mars cleared his throat. Under normal circumstances, he will remember these questions, but today he does not intend to rely on his memory. He took out the reporter's notebook and flipped through the thoughtful questions.
"Before we start," Bruce said. "I have a question about an article you wrote recently. About the FǔBài and the cover-up report of the Cambridge Jǐng Procuratorate."
"Have you read my blog?" Mars couldn't help feeling proud.
"Of course, brave reporter ZìYóu. You are very insightful and you are usually on the spot. I pay special attention to reading it. Besides, we have the same alma mater."
"Strictly speaking not. I did not graduate."
Bruce shrugged. It doesn't matter to him. "You said that the Jǐng Procuratorate has a history of neglecting or losing witnesses. You also specifically mentioned an witness who stood up and claimed that he saw someone pushing Dr. James Harvey down the stairs. Can you tell me more about this? The situation?"
Mars tapped the edge of the notebook on his lap. "I understand what is going on," he said. "Dr. Harvey is your mentor and friend. That's why you agreed to let me interview you."
"Yes," Bruce said. "But I am totally interested in accepting your interview. If you answer my questions first, I will answer all the questions in your little notebook."
Mars looked up and down. "It depends," he said. "What do you want to know. That was a long time ago. I was still in school at that time."
"How do you know that a witness has come forward?" Bruce asked.
"Because the witness told me."
"How do you know that Jǐng did nothing?"
"Because the witness told Jǐngcha, Jǐngcha didn't follow up. He didn't even ask the witness any questions. There was not a single question. The witness even greeted Jǐngcha, but Jǐngcha still didn't do anything."
"What did the witness say he saw?"
"It's late, and Dr. Harvey is leaving. He walked down the stairs from the office of the Science Building. He was standing on the landing. He was holding his briefcase in his right hand. He was changing hands, you know, so he got off. When you are upstairs, you can use your right hand to hold the armrest and your left hand to hold the briefcase. There is a guy wearing a very low baseball cap, so you can’t see his face. He is carrying Harvey behind, Harvey It just fell a bit."
"What did the man who pushed him down?"
"He followed him down the stairs. He turned Harvey over, looked at his eyes, very close, and then he left."
"Does the witness know who pushed him?"
"No."
"Can you tell me the name of the witness?"
"No. I can't do this. My source must be protected."
"It's fair," Bruce said. "I don't want you to violate your principles."
Bruce stood up.
"Isn't it my turn to ask questions now?" Mars said.
"I think we should start with the tour," Bruce said. "Don't worry, we will find your notebook. In fact, let us go. Let's talk as we walk."
Bruce led Mars into a room the size of a gymnasium. There was only a big computer and piles of file boxes in the room, and it was empty.
"This is just the beginning," Bruce said, pointing to the machine. The machine Zhung Yāng holds a recliner similar to a dentist's examination chair. The chair is surrounded by six displays in a semicircle. The monitor beeps, and the reader hangs up there like many rolls of toilet paper. It looks very uncomfortable. "This is the original Nuska machine Zola."
"Wow," Mars said. "This is bigger than I thought."
"Yes," Bruce smiled almost thoughtfully. "She's definitely not as fashionable as today's model, that's for sure. She looks clumsy and clumsy, but she holds a special place in my heart. For a while, I gave up everything for her." He stopped and rubbed. jaw.
"Zola, huh?"
Zola and I have been together for a long time
"I believe you have heard of your partner and engineer Carl Weber claiming that you have concealed something from him. He claimed that when you parted ways with him, the machine was not close to completion, but suddenly and coincidentally, Soon after he left, you completed a working prototype. He asserted that you were hiding something from him. Do you have anything to say? You are the richest and most powerful person in the world, and Carl is in comparison Almost worthless. Sour grapes?"
"I wouldn't say that Carl Weber is worthless. Sour grapes? Maybe. No matter what he thinks of me, I always treat him as a friend. It's a pity that he has quit. Maybe not, maybe it's because of his departure. My motivation to complete the machine. I need to prove to everyone including him that science has been established and the machine will work, and she did it. I admit that when he left, I was sad. We are friends. We are partners. If I say that I don’t want to blame him for not believing in me and our work, then I’m lying, but the truth is that the machine didn’t work properly before he left, and I didn’t hide it from him. Zola is still At work. Do you want to try?" (To be continued) (End of this chapter)