The only live broadcast was the process of signing agreements between countries around the world and Atlantis in the previous hour.
The subsequent two-hour meeting was about distribution of benefits, exchange of resources and other key programs, which were not made public.
Releasing it may disturb the good mood of people around the world and their fantasies about the seemingly glamorous politics.
After all, no one is willing to expose their true identity as a robber to the public.
Even the five major streams... the faces of the permanent members of the Security Council at this moment are indeed no different from those of thieves - regardless of country or civilization, they are essentially a relationship of interests between strong and weak, exploiting and being exploited.
As long as it's a game, there will always be losers.
Official rhetoric refers to a win-win situation.
In fact, it’s more like saying that the stronger side will win twice!
"This is only the first day, and I feel like every day is like a year."
Howard walked off the stage like a victorious general returning.
He successfully obtained the technology he wanted from Atlantis.
Moreover, he also used his incomparable professional knowledge and talented brains in related majors to obtain the subsequent core content.
Facing the aggressive people, Howard, who kept throwing out all kinds of academic terms and conducting wild bombings, was like Napoleon's army in the Battle of Waterloo. They could only retreat and raise the white flag.
This result was completely within Luke's expectation.
After all, Howard is also a veteran who often goes in and out of the Pentagon, swindles Congress, and defrauds military funds.
It is not easy to deal with Atlantis, which has been closed to the country for nearly ten thousand years and is not fully prepared.
"Two more days."
Luke shrugged. Tomorrow will be about the mutual circulation of trade channels, and the day after tomorrow will be the negotiation and discussion on the mutant issue.
"The day after tomorrow is an important occasion, and I have to preside over the meeting."
Howard curled his lips. He had no interest in the meeting—except when he was speaking.
As a boss, you always have trouble understanding the mood of your subordinates.
Unless he sat down there and listened to the boring and boring tirade.
"If there is nothing to do with me next, can I sneak away and no one will find out anyway."
Howard is a person who can't sit still. When it's time to show off, he has already done it. The rest of the process is like a tool, sitting in his seat in a daze.
To him, this was undoubtedly a meaningless waste of life and time.
How can a genius waste his extremely precious life and time in a daze
"Whatever you want, but again, you can play around and don't get any diseases."
Luke is the focus of the game, and he can't imitate Howard and leave halfway.
"I know. Frankly speaking, the tone of your words just now reminded me of my dad."
Howard shrugged and said with some dissatisfaction.
After all, he is also a recognized libertine in New York and a master of love.
For so many years, Zongheng Huacong has always adhered to the principle of "preferring shortage to excess".
I would never do such a thing as not being selective about food!
"I don't have a son like you."
Luke said calmly.
"Fake! That means I can't beat you!"
Howard, who almost choked to death, clenched his fists, stood up quietly with a depressed mood, and left quietly.
Because even if Luke didn't fight back, he might not be able to break through the defense just standing there.
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Back at the Palace Hotel, Howard lay on the bed and slept.
When night fell, Howard rolled over and got up. He felt energetic, as if he was resurrected with full blood.
"My tired body finally got enough rest."
Howard called room service and ordered a nice dinner.
After filling his stomach, he put on brand new clothes and greased his hair.
While walking, she has a coquettish temperament.
"Well, put on the shirt and go to the battlefield. That guy Luke doesn't know how to enjoy life at all. He is almost turning into a boring person like Rogers."
Howard looked in the mirror and stroked his mustache out of habit.
“It’s time to experience Paris’ nightlife.”
Howard walked out of the hotel with his hands in his pockets and a windbreaker. A gust of cold wind hit him, making him shrink back.
Paris in this era is truly the city that never sleeps, and it is also the most glamorous place in Europe.
Since World War II ended not long ago, those brothels one after another and the nightclubs one after the other still remain.
There are countless noisy and dirty low-end bars in the dark, narrow streets.
It can be said that when it comes to having fun, there is no better choice than Paris.
"To the Moulin Rouge."
A wealthy man like Howard would naturally not go to a cheap, low-level brothel.
He got into the taxi and told the location directly.
The driver couldn't help but smile knowingly, showing an expression that every man would understand.
Paris has two of its most famous cabarets.
One is the Lido on the Champs Elysées, and the other is the Moulin Rouge in Montmartre in the north of the city.
This is what Howard wants to capture!
Compared to the Broadway style of Lido, he wanted to experience the local style of France.
About twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped in the Montmartre neighborhood.
Howard paid the fare, looked up at the red mill with a large impeller on the roof, and said with emotion: "This is the nightlife."
After the war, due to the economic downturn in Paris, this romantic city fell into decay.
Late at night, you can often see men and women whispering to each other in the cold and damp alleys, and then walking into the darkness.
One is to provide financial assistance, and the other is to provide physical comfort.
A very pure relationship.
What's more, it plays more unrestrainedly.
For example, those artists who are poor and lazy, but eager to succeed.
With a bit of money in his pocket, he would often fire without regard to the situation.
Therefore, the newspaper said, "This is a city full of desires, and the bustling surface is full of sewage."
The description is perfect!
"Sir, is this your first time back?"
Before Howard could go any further, a man wearing a peaked cap stopped him.
"Want a movie?"
What
Film seller
Howard, who was in high spirits and waiting for the guide to come to his door, suddenly felt bored.
As a veteran driver with extremely rich practical experience, who wants to watch movies!
"Sir, don't go! This is a good thing for the Germans! You can't see it anywhere else..."
The man in the peaked hat stopped Howard again and opened his windbreaker. There were blurry photos hanging inside, and the specific content was not suitable for children.
"Sir, if you want to go, you can come with me. If you gather thirty people, we can start the operation! Trust me, you will never be disappointed. Rommel even used them in exchange for pesticides and food in North Africa."
Howard was stunned for a moment, remembering the joke Luke said before.
High-ranking figures in the Third Reich once secretly hired people to make pornographic videos. Various people, groups, scenes, and scales were extremely large.
In comparison, "The Roman Empire", "The Night Gatekeeper", and "Severe Love" are all childish.
Later, when Rommel established the African Corps, these pornographic films were used as hard currency to exchange daily necessities with the local indigenous people.
"I didn't expect this to exist in Paris."
Howard moved in his heart and considered whether to keep it.
When you have nothing to do, you can learn postures and experiences to improve your business level.
"Can I buy a copy?"
Howard took out a few bills and put them into the hands of the man in the peaked hat.
"The price is easy to talk about. It will be delivered to the Palace Hotel, uh, room 1024."
This is Luke's room number.
"Palace Hotel... no problem!"
The man in the peaked hat was originally a little crooked, but when he heard Howard announce his location, his greedy little flame was instantly extinguished.
That's a place for entertaining foreign guests!
Can't afford it!
"Well, sir, do you need a guide? I am very familiar with this area, especially the dancers at the Moulin Rouge."
The man in the peaked hat was very discerning and knew that Howard was a big shot who came here to have fun, so he quickly started working as a pimp.
"Just right, I'm missing... Hiss! What a bad omen!"
Howard nodded happily and was about to agree, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a woman in black robe passing by.
The other party was tall and well-clad, but his alluring curves could not be concealed.
Especially the pair of eye-catching, extremely obvious and terrible omens.
It's shocking.
"Forget it, remember to send the copy to the hotel and I'll take a look around by myself."
Howard smoothed his hair and showed off his pick-up skills. (End of chapter)