Being too ferocious because of caution

Chapter 733 [Three Primary Colors - Cause and Effect] Investment

In a magnificent hall, there were more than a dozen people sitting on both sides of the square parliament table.

There are men and women.

But from their dress or temperament, it is not difficult to tell that they are all from the upper class of society.

What is regrettable is that their expressions do not match their clothes.

These people look very bad.

"Mr. Bateman, I'm sorry to interrupt..."

The middle-aged man with a shiny Mediterranean haircut spoke in a low voice.

"We have no interest in Orion's research."

"We just want to know how much benefit Orion's mysterious research can bring to all of us?"

"Although if I talk about this at this time, I will appear to be cheap, but... I have learned from the past. If Orion does not sign some special guarantee contracts, I am afraid it will be difficult for you to convince everyone to invest in Orion."

When the middle-aged man finished speaking, Batman, who was talking endlessly about the future of Orion Company to everyone, stopped.

Faced with the suspicious gazes of the audience on both sides of the table, Bateman's excited expression gradually disappeared.

The happiness that was previously indulged in the world of self-fantasy was shattered like a bubble.

He picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip of tea.

"You want a contract?"

Bateman asked.

"Yes, Mr. Bateman."

The middle-aged man held his own tea cup, put it in front of his nose and smelled it.

Then pour it out.

"In addition, your tea is very fragrant, but I don't like tea, I like red wine... Next time we discuss things, please don't prepare such a tasteless, bland and disgusting drink."

"Poor people always regard it as a good antidote to poison. In fact, they just want to cover up their poverty and make random flowers and plants. It is really rough and despicable!"

"I'd rather drink water from my toilet than drink this."

Bateman's hand gradually tightened his grip on the cup.

There was no expression of discomfort on his handsome face.

"Butler, go prepare the best red wine for our respected Lord Piccas."

"Be quick."

When the old butler went out, Piccas raised a victorious smile on his lips, raised his glass to Bateman in the void and said:

"Thank you Mr. Bai for your generosity."

"Then, the next thing is the contract."

"Everyone must be investing in order to make money. The last investment was in vain, which has put the credibility of Orion Company in jeopardy... To be honest, if we are willing to come here again to listen to you talk about these meaningless things, It’s all because I still have some old friendship with you.”

"But favor is just like credit. It's not a bottomless pit with unlimited credit."

"If you have a complete contract system, then I think it is not impossible for us to give Orion another chance."

Bateman sat sideways in his seat and didn't reply.

Seeing him like this, Picas's tone raised slightly:

"Mr. Bai, your silence will wear down everyone's patience~"

Bateman scratched his ears and said calmly:

"I will consider the contract as soon as possible. Please go back first..."

Seeing that he issued an order to expel guests, Piccas and the others didn't say much.

The people present were all celebrities and the richest people in V City. They didn't care at all about the 'sheep pen' and 'rule' that Bateman talked about.

They only care about whether the money flowing into their pockets has increased.

When you have more money, you naturally do things right.

After these people left, Bateman suddenly stood up, with a cannibalistic look in his eyes. He got angry, raised the chair next to him, and smashed it crazily!

"A bunch of short-sighted rats!"

"waste!"

"idiot!"

"What's the use of you?!"

"ah!!"

Batman smashed the place into a mess, and his hands were covered with blood from accidental scratches. He finally calmed down and panted slightly.

"When I successfully research that thing..."

"You damn bitches want to be the first to be sacrificed to heaven!"

His eyes were as sharp as those of a wolfhound. The housekeeper walked in cautiously, handed the gauze to Batman, and asked Batman:

"Mr. Bai...do you want some red wine?"

Bateman bandaged his injured hand and said calmly:

"No."

"Red wine is for elegant people. A group of arrogant and ignorant fools are not worthy of drinking red wine."

The butler nodded.

Not long after, he received a call.

"I see."

After hanging up, he immediately said to Bateman:

"Mr. Bai, Sata is here, when will you meet him?"

Bateman's eyes flashed.

"Now..."

He went out, quickly put on a new, white suit, and met Sata alone in the garden of the manor, who had just arrived.

"Admiral Sata, thank you for coming!"

The elegant and polite smile returned to Bateman's face.

The two of them sat next to a fish pond, drinking fresh watermelon juice and catching fish.

"I heard that Orion Company is currently researching... weapons?"

Sata didn't mince words and got straight to the point.

Bateman:

"Yes."

"And... Admiral Sata should have heard of the weapons Orion Company is researching."

Sata took a sip of watermelon juice.

"I've heard of it?"

"Yes."

"Tell me about it."

"God's Meteorite."

Sata stopped drinking watermelon juice.

The light in his eyes also changed significantly.

"Impossible!"

Facing Sata's disbelief, Batman said slowly:

"Nothing is impossible, Admiral Sata."

"As long as you have enough money, you can buy all the products of human civilization."

Sata fell into silence.

"Unfortunately... the God's Meteorite data and samples we got are incomplete, and the military has not completely studied this weapon, so everything is still unknown."

"Orion Company has recently evaporated a lot of assets because of the research on God's Meteorite."

"Just about ten days ago, our research made substantial progress, and the most difficult problem that troubled us was solved. Now... it only takes a lot of experiments and time, and the perfect God's Meteorite will appear in everyone's sight!"

Looking at Batman, who was gradually going crazy, Sata narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Why did you look for me?"

"I can't give you money."

Batman's tone was full of madness.

"Yes... Admiral Sata."

"You really can't give me money."

"But you have a large number of soldiers and a large number of weapons..."

"These things are the real 'wealth'!"

Shua!

As soon as Batman finished speaking, Sata suddenly jumped up, grabbed Batman's throat with one hand, and then lifted up the 150-pound Batman alive!

"You... monitor me?"

Sata's tone became extremely cold.

PS: First update.

I'm still alive, and I can still write.

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