The train driver in the courtyard

It took less than ten minutes for the news that Hextech offered a price of one million dollars to be transmitted across the ocean via commercial encrypted wireless telegram to the office of Thomas Watson Jr. at IBM.

"Damn Orientals, they actually want to take advantage of the situation to rob us!"

"Hextech must have colluded with Wang An and is deliberately trying to kill me!"

Thomas Watson Jr. was so angry in the office that he smashed two teacups worth $299 before he calmed down.

The assistant who had been standing nearby saw that he had calmed down, so he told the waiter to come in and clean the office. After the waiter left, he carefully closed the door.

"Chairman, there's another urging call from Fort Detrick." The assistant spoke cautiously.

Little Thomas Watson, who had been furious just now, sat down on the chair and rubbed his temple in annoyance.

For units like Harvard University Laboratory, IBM can delay time, and if the other party feels cheated, they can only resolve the issue through litigation.

IBM was very experienced in litigation, and all the problems could be resolved by simply dragging it out for a few years.

but.

Fort Detrick was a big problem.

Thomas Watson Jr. knew the temper of those troops all too well.

Maybe they would actually lead their troops into the company and send him to a military court.

If it were another base, Thomas Watson Jr. could still use his old relationships to smooth the way.

But Fort Derek is too special. It involves real high-level people, and it is not something that Thomas Watson Jr.'s connections can reach.

"If there is no solution, you can only pay one million dollars."

As he said this, Thomas Watson Jr.'s heart bleeds.

At this time, the phone rang.

Thomas Watson Jr. was not in the mood to answer the phone at this time, he just kept smoking.

Seeing the phone ringing non-stop, the assistant had no choice but to walk over and pick up the phone. After muttering into the phone for a while, he covered the receiver and looked at Thomas Watson Jr.

"Chairman, this is news from Gangcheng. It is said that a batch of equipment ordered by Wang An Computer Company will be shipped to us at Gangcheng Wharf next month. Among those equipment is the reading equipment we urgently need."

Hearing this, Thomas Watson Jr.'s eyes widened and he asked, "Is the news reliable?"

"Absolutely reliable, it's the Zhang family, our agent in Hong Kong. They are import and export traders on the surface, but they actually have a lot of connections with the gangs in secret.

As you know, Hong Kong is a mixed bag of people. If you want to make money there, you have to have connections with all kinds of people."

"I don't care about that!" Thomas Watson Jr. waved his hand at his assistant. "What I'm worried about is whether this is a trap set by Hextech."

The assistant felt that Thomas Watson Jr. was a little too nervous.

But it seems normal when you think about it. Last time, Hextech actually set up such a big trap quietly, and everyone had to be vigilant.

The assistant reminded him, "You mean this news was released by Hextech? Impossible, absolutely impossible. After all, they can't profit from it at all."

"People never do anything that has no benefit!" Thomas Watson Jr. agrees with this point of view.

He took two puffs of his cigar and nodded. "We are now facing a desperate situation. Hextech has no need to joke about a million dollars. In addition, when the equipment is delivered, we can test whether it is usable. They have no way to tamper with it."

Thomas Watson Jr. frowned and muttered for a long time, and finally made up his mind.

He slammed the table and said, "Contact the people in the harbor right away and offer a high price. No, thirty thousand dollars, fifty thousand dollars. As long as they can steal the high-magnetic pulse reading and writing equipment from the dock, we are willing to pay them fifty thousand dollars!"

The assistant gave a thumbs up and said, "Just offer a reward instead of having our people do it. Then even if Hextech wants to track it down, they won't be able to trace it back to us."

"Okay, go do it now."

Thomas Watson Jr. was still worried, and looked at his assistant and said, "This matter concerns the future of our International Business Machines Company. You must go to Hong Kong City in person and bring the equipment back."

"Yes!"

The assistant straightened his back. After solving the equipment problem, Thomas Watson Jr.'s impatience finally eased a little.

But when he received Langley's call, his mood turned bad again.

Jefferson said in a deep voice on the phone: "I have completely lost contact with Mouse. Mouse did not send a message within the specified time, nor did he contact our people."

"So, the mouse was caught?" Thomas Watson Jr. was shocked and grabbed the microphone tightly: "Uncle Jefferson, what should we do now?"

"The mouse is currently carrying out an important mission. According to regulations, once the mouse is caught, the entire mission must be stopped." Jefferson sighed, "But if I report the news that the mouse has been caught, Langley will definitely send someone to investigate."

"Don't report it!" Thomas Watson Jr. interrupted Jefferson. "Maybe the mouse just encountered a little trouble. He is your elite and can solve this trouble by himself, right?"

Jefferson seemed a little hesitant: "But if the mouse is really caught, the information he reveals will cause us serious losses."

"We? Hahaha, dear Uncle Jefferson, what is "we"? Are you and me among these "we"? No, absolutely not. Even if there is a loss, it is the loss of the country and the loss of those taxpayers. What does it have to do with the two of us!"

Seeing that Jefferson was stubborn, Thomas Watson said coldly: "Once you report it, it will be the end of both of us. Think about your villa by the sea and your son who is studying in college.

My dear Uncle Jefferson, don't be a fool.

The damage we caused was less than one percent of that caused by those big guys. But I heard that those big guys asked for two thousand dollars for a military blanket to be shipped to the monkeys.

Since they don't care about the losses, why should we take responsibility?"

It has to be said that Thomas Watson Jr. was able to take charge of International Business Machines Corporation at a young age because of his strong persuasive power.

Jefferson was quickly persuaded and nodded, saying, "I can keep this a secret for now. But what if the rat escapes?"

Thomas Watson Jr. was silent for a moment, with a hint of coldness on his lips: "A mouse can fall into a trap or be killed by a shotgun. Maybe this mouse is lucky and escaped, but it is unlucky to face a shotgun."

Once a person's bottom line is broken once, it will be easy to break it a second time.

Jefferson sighed and said, "I know what to do."

"That's right. We must not let this damn mouse affect our good mood.

My dear Uncle Jefferson, when I finish my work in the company, I would like to go fishing with you at the seaside and taste delicious grilled fish.

I don't want to discuss with you in my cell which species of rat tastes better."

"That's right. I've got my fishing rod ready and waiting for you to come over anytime." Jefferson made up his mind.

After hanging up the phone, Thomas Watson Jr. felt relieved.

As long as we can get the equipment, we can solve the problem of Fort Derek.

As long as the rat died inland or at sea, Langley would never find it.

After solving two troublesome problems in one morning, Thomas Watson Jr. was in a very good mood.

pat.

Picking up the lighter and lighting the cigar, Thomas Watson Jr. walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Standing on a building hundreds of meters high, looking down at the people coming and going below.

Thomas Watson Jr. thought these people were truly pathetic.

They rush around every day just to fill their stomachs and own a house in this city controlled by capitalists that doesn't even have a bathroom like Thomas Watson's.

"The weak are born to be bullied by the strong."

Hahahaha
A crazy laugh sounded.

He didn't notice that the wind was starting to blow outside.

The wind was so weak that it only gently shook the leaves, so subtle that no one could notice it.

No one expected that a butterfly in the East gently flapping its wings would set off a storm in North America. (End of this chapter)