Containment Control Starts With the Umbrella

in a recording studio;

Behind the wooden table sat a brown-haired host in his forties and fifties in a coquettish tie.

To the right of the presenter is a comfy long sofa.

Sitting on the sofa was William, who was wearing a jet-black suit, with his legs folded (Erlang's legs), and a friendly smile on his face.

Behind the two is a blue city night scene, in front of them is the film crew, and a group of audience members who were invited to visit the talk show.

The Conan Talk Show.

This Conan South Africa is Conan.

It is one of the most popular talk shows in the United States, and the host who dresses up slightly is Conan O'Brien with an IQ of 160.

And today is May 20, 2009, ten days before William's birthday, which also means that he has lived in this world for almost three years.

It may be because the colonization plan is progressing smoothly, or because the occurrence of abnormal phenomena is not so frequent, the soldiers are only injured and not sacrificed, etc., so William is in a good mood.

He also had a good impression of the talk shows that the original world Long Ge and Jie Ge had been on, so he accepted the other party's invitation to record.

"~~!" The drum set and the opening music of Sakas sounded at the scene.

Accompanied by a refreshing tune, Conan also tapped the wooden table rhythmically with both hands, and then leaned on the table with his left elbow and said to the camera:

"Good evening to you, I'm your old buddy Conan, and the guest here today... The background is a bit big.

He holds the No. 1 spot on this year's Forbes rich list, and he owns a company that brought Earth into the interstellar age.

More importantly! He's only twenty-two in ten days, my God!

Look at people who have become a trillionaire at a young age, but at the age of forty-six, I am still sitting behind this broken wooden table and hosting a show. When I go home, I will be bullied by my wife, hey..."

Conan raised his right hand to cover his face, and there were bursts of laughter from the audience.

"Okay, no kidding!" Conan turned his face, looked at William with a smile and said loudly in a long voice:

"The owner of the Umbrella Enterprise - William Russell!"

"Wow~!" Conan and the audience stood up and applauded.

William also stood up, first waved at the audience and the camera, and then reached out to Conan and shook hands to show respect.

And said, "Hehe, I'm honored to be on your show, Conan."

"Each each other!" Conan laughed.

The crowd sat down again.

Then Conan looked at William, raised his hands and stretched out ten fingers, and asked with an exaggerated expression:

"William, I want to ask a question that is representative of the audience here and in front of the TV screen!

How did Umbrella possess so many epoch-making black technologies in 'one night', and how did he do it (How)? !

Like last year's ten spaceships, and this year's space colony cities, it's not something that can be built with money, right? ! "

"Ah, this question." William still kept a smile and replied in a low voice: "Secret."

"Uh..." Conan was taken aback.

"Okay, I'm not kidding anymore." William shook his head and explained with a smile:

“Our family has had cutting-edge ideas and innovations for generations, but it was limited by the times decades or a hundred years ago.

When the time comes to 2000, the shackles of this technology are gradually unsealed, allowing our family to change the pattern of the world.

Another point, and the most important point, is that Umbrella is 'people-oriented'.

Umbrella can have today's brilliance and beauty because there are countless unknown scientific researchers behind it, and it is they who have made technology progress. "

Speaking of which, William smiled at the camera: "Of course, we Umbrella also welcome talents from all walks of life to join us and guarantee absolute high benefits and high salary."

"Hey, why are you still advertising?" Conan was successfully distracted by William, and pretended to be annoyed:

"William, you have to pay us more to compensate us, you can't take advantage of it in vain."

"Hehe, good." William waved his hands indifferently.

There was laughter from the audience again.

Conan also followed with a smile, and then continued to interview William and said, "Let's not discuss those technical issues.

Let's talk about one of the aspects I want to know the most, and that is how much money do you have?

Forbes estimates that your assets are ranked first in the world. It is estimated, but what is the actual number? "

"This." William raised his hand and squeezed his chin, shrugged his shoulders and said:

"To be honest, I don't even know how much money I have. Besides, our family has never been able to disclose their property. I'm sorry I can't answer."

"I don't know how much money I have..." Conan's body slumped on the seat, and his facial expression seemed to have received a great blow.

Said: "I want to experience it too..."

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William needs to play for not too long or not too short, ten minutes. After all, inviting guests to come is just a part of the talk show.

For William personally, participating in a relaxing recording program is considered a pastime in the "bright" society.

Otherwise, facing the 'darkness' every day, sooner or later one day, it will be backlashed.

Come backstage.

Hank and Alpha remained the same, waiting for him in the seats provided by the staff.

Seeing William approaching, the Alphas got up and sorted their suits, preparing to escort their boss out of here.

Looking at his dedicated bodyguard partners, William asked with a smile:

"I made you wait for a long time... eh? By the way, I heard that there is a bar in the city center that has good chicken wings. Why don't I treat you to a guest, let's go for entertainment?"

The Alphas nodded rudely, all looking at Hank, but Hank still agreed with a blank expression: "Okay."

William was already accustomed to Hank's cold outside and inside, and said, "Since everyone has no objection, let's go."

"Yes, boss."

But it didn't take long.

"Om-hum-" William felt a vibrating reminder from the inner pocket of the suit.

Immediately, he found a Bluetooth headset that could be connected to the Serena chip, put it on his ear, and asked Serena in his inner pocket:

"Selina, is there an emergency?"

"Yes." Serena's voice came from the earphone:

"I noticed a cult a few months ago and sent several agents to infiltrate it.

Today, an agent finally gained the trust of the organization and successfully reached out to the other party's top management.

Judging by the data just sent back by the agent, it is confirmed that it is at least a Keter-level anomaly. "

"Keter?" William's face sank.

The word Keter has not appeared for a long time, and even most of the anomalies contained in this year are Safe-level, and even Euclid-level is only a single digit.

It seems to be working again.

"Okay, I see." William said, and then ordered the Alphas beside him:

"The fried chicken program has been cancelled, and now we're going back to the Spirit of Fire."