Meow Ba

Chapter 200 Clark Speaks

The elevator door opened, and under the guidance of Julie's assistant, Clark walked to the door of No.12 apartment where Jared Diamond was temporarily staying. Jared Diamond was already waiting at the door and saw the two coming , turned and walked into the apartment.

"Hello, Professor Diamond."

"Sit down, Clark."

On the gray fabric sofa covered with Arabic embroidered sofa towels that I made last time, Julie made hot coffee for the two, and then sat quietly on a chair beside her, holding a notebook and spinning the book in her hand. Black fountain pen.

"You called me from the detention center and told me to send someone to bail you out, and now I've done what I can."

Raising his glass and taking a sip, letting the curling heat stain his gold-rimmed glasses, Professor Diamond spoke—he didn't say the next sentence, but both Clark and Julie understood the meaning.

Now that I have done what you want me to do, please tell me why you want me to do it.

"Professor Diamond, do you still want the whereabouts of that bald eagle?"

Picking up the coffee and taking a deep breath greedily, Clark took a big sip regardless of the temperature, then looked up at Professor Diamond and asked.

For Clark, this week in the detention center can be said to be the darkest period of his life - no coffee, no steak, no red wine, not even hot water.

And just like the detention centers he interviewed, in addition to labor and beatings, he also suffered some unknown pains.

"of course."

Jared Diamond answered quite simply—in fact, the transformed bald eagle has become his main research direction during this period, but the video data provided by Clark and the flesh and blood left on the big claws are only enough for the early stage. Research.

Jared Diamond was desperate for more experimental samples.

"I don't have any friends. I found the bald eagle, and I took the image and claws out of it myself."

He drank another big sip of coffee, let the warm liquid soothe his mouth and throat, and at the same time washed away the taste that should not belong to a man's throat and mouth——Clark confessed to Professor Diamond that there is no such thing as a friend, and everything happened to him body.

Without answering, Jared Diamond took a sip of coffee and looked at Clark.

He knew that Clark's words were not over, and what he said next was the key.

"I'll tell you, Professor Diamond, where is that bald eagle."

"However, I have been in the detention center, and the newspaper no longer wants me."

"I wanted something that would be enough to protect me for the rest of my life."

After pouring the whole cup of coffee down his throat, the corners of Clark's eyes were scorched by the warm liquid. Putting down the coffee cup, Clark stretched out his left hand and opened five fingers facing Professor Diamond.

The newspaper office needs clean reporters as a gimmick to maintain neutrality, and Clark, who has been in a detention center, is no longer considered by his boss and director.

In fact, when Clark was still in the detention center, he had already been fired, and because he violated federal regulations, Clark would not even get a penny in the future.

…………

"So, I hope to get this number."

"Fifty thousand dollars?"

"It's a reasonable number."

When it comes to funds, Professor Diamond's assistant, Ms. Julie, naturally received them. She shook the black fountain pen and said.

But his words made Clark on the opposite side giggle, shrinking his palm into a fist, and popped out another index finger, shaking it slowly.

"Miss Julie, you really know how to joke."

"What I want is 50!"

"This is impossible!"

Startled by the number reported by Clark, she even dropped the fountain pen in her hand. Julie blushed and her voice became high-pitched.

"Julie, be quiet."

"Let's keep listening to Mr. Clark."

But Jared Diamond was by his side, and he reached out and patted his own Julie on the shoulder, signaling her not to be angry, and then turned his head to Clark.

Indeed, as Professor Diamond said, after playing with the coffee cup for a while, Clark looked at Professor Diamond and made a concession.

"I can get the number down to 30, but you have to catch that orange cat next to the bald eagle!"

"I will go to the detention center because of it!"

30 US dollars is the income of a middle-class family for nearly ten years. Although there is a big gap from the initial 50 US dollars, it is still enough for Clark to live comfortably for several years.

And Clark is very confident that with the 30, he can definitely develop enough capital to survive in other fields.

As for why Clark made such a huge concession, it was entirely because he thought of the culprit who got him into the detention center—that stupid fat cat!
If it hadn't been for it tearing its own coat pocket and letting the micro-equipment inside fall out, Clark could leave after accepting a few criticisms at most, without any follow-up that shouldn't have happened.

"Orange cat?!"

Thinking back, there was indeed a fat orange cat in the video data that Clark sent over at the beginning.

Although it is not clear why Clark has such deep resentment against the fat cat, Professor Diamond is quite willing to use a fat cat to offset 20 US dollars.

Moreover, maybe this fat orange cat is also a good experimental product~
Professor Diamond suddenly thought that the last petri dish he saw a few days ago contained an orange cat hair.

It's just that compared with ordinary cat hair, the toughness and cell density of this orange cat hair are much higher.

"This can be promised."

"But I can't give you the money now, after all, I haven't caught the bald eagle or the fat orange cat yet."

"This is natural, after all, it is a mutually beneficial action."

"I can provide you with the address first, and you pay part of the reward first, and pay the rest after you catch the bald eagle and the fat orange cat."

Clark's back is not as deep as Professor Diamond's. This is already the most ideal state he thinks - picking up the black fountain pen that Julie dropped and rolled to his feet from the ground, Clark wrote a place name on his palm .

"It turned out to be here?!"

"Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?!"

"That's right, the Bald Eagle is here!"

The place name written on the palm of the hand was beyond the expectations of Professor Diamond and Assistant Julie, making them involuntarily ask questions, and Clark nodded firmly in response.

So there was silence for a while, and Professor Diamond nodded to Julie.

The latter took out the checkbook from his pocket and wrote down a five-digit number—the maximum amount that could be drawn on the checkbook.

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　Thanks to the crying wind chimes, the dexter memory picker, and the bald headed rewards!Thanks!
　　It’s even more unreasonable not to add it this time, but Wangchao can only code at night, and the addition can only be put on Saturday and Sunday. At that time, two chapters will be added, thank you!
　　
　
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