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Chapter 363 California Consortium Fellow Countryman

The headquarters of the California Consortium is not in the mainland, but in a fragment of a small world.

Max carried an alloy suitcase to the center of the small world fragment under the flag of the two-headed bear representing the California Consortium.

This is a group of skyscrapers that is more prosperous than Manhattan.

"Please come over here."

The red-haired, long-legged female secretary took Max to the top floor of the tallest building.

This floor, which covers an area of more than 3,000 square meters, is where the office of Jaske's father, the contemporary head of the California Consortium, is located.

One by one, the slender women with a nine-point appearance among humans swaggered past.

Then came the alien girls who were very consistent with the human LSP aesthetics.

Waves of fragrance came.

Even Max, who was full of thoughts about cooperating with Bai Chen, felt the power of hormones sprouting.

He looked at his eyes with his nose and his heart with his eyes.

But his old face still couldn't help being reddened by these body odors.

"Evil and decadent life!"

His gnashing teeth made the young ladies laugh.

The door of the office conference room opened automatically.

Now, all the fifteen directors of the California consortium, who you see in A-mei, are present.

The bald old man with a hooked nose, who was in the lead, came over with a big laugh.

"Max, my old friend!"

"Mr. Jobs."

Max shook Jobs' right hand.

After a brief greeting.

The directors of the California consortium formed a circle around Jobs.

"Max, what do you mean by changing the plan?"

Jobs' eyes were as sharp as a hawk.

"Under the guidance of God Franklin, our Ivy League has found someone who can solve the problem."

"He is none other than Bai Chen, who the East Earth Genius Center wants to promote now, and his Yanyu Academy."

"So, we decided to cancel the global live broadcast plan and send God Franklin directly to the dead volcano island where Bai Chen is, and the two sides will start the closest cooperation on the artificial god project."

Max briefly stated the initial cooperation intention reached between him and Bai Chen.

Then he opened the alloy suitcase and took out an authorization document signed by the directors of the Ivy League.

The Ivy League has unanimously approved the cooperation agreement between Songshen Shangmen and Baichen.

Jobs picked up the authorization document and carefully flipped through it page by page.

The directors of other California consortiums also checked it. Yes, this is indeed the agreement of the Ivy League.

"Max, have you and your Ivy League considered the interests of our California consortium?"

With just one sentence, Jobs lowered the temperature of the huge conference room to freezing point.

"Of course I have considered it."

"And as one of the big money sponsors of our Ivy League, the interests of the California Consortium are the interests of me, Max."

"That's right. Interrupting the live broadcast has changed all our previous plans and will cause great losses to the California Consortium."

"But as long as the problem of Franklin's unstable state can be solved."

"It is such a perfect artificial god, which is the core interest of you and me."

"Who is light and who is heavy, everyone here should be able to figure it out."

Max explained softly and hard. No matter how strong the name of the savior is, it is just a vain thing.

And Franklin, the artificial god, is the most important resource of the Ivy League and the big money sponsors including the California Consortium.

The artificial god project is the only subject that the Ivy League must succeed at all costs.

In the eyes of Max and other scientists, as well as all the directors of the Ivy League.

As long as it succeeds.

They have the qualifications to call the wind and rain in the future, and can stand firm and rise in the future upheaval.

For this reason, even though it was known that interrupting the live broadcast would bring huge losses to the California Consortium, which advocated global live broadcast.

But the Ivy League still unanimously passed the agreement to cooperate with Bai Chen.

"We don't agree!"

Jobs looked at Max expressionlessly.

"You immediately return to the lair of the Arctic Circle's Fury and complete the original plan."

"God Franklin is not allowed to leave A Mei's sight for even a step."

"Whether it is Bai Chen or anyone else, no one is allowed to interfere in the artificial god project."

Jobs made a firm statement of the attitude of the California Consortium.

Max looked at the bald man with a hooked nose in disbelief.

"Why?"

"Cooperating with Bai Chen is God Franklin's own wish!"

"Do you think there are better partners besides Bai Chen?"

The argument of the general third on earth made Jobs raise a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

"God Franklin?"

"Just a schizophrenic failure."

"We've had enough of the mess we've had to deal with for this thing."

"Now, we've got a better partner."

He stood up, clapped his hands, and the huge crystal French window in front of him slowly opened.

A small black dot flew from the edge of the small world fragment.

Finally, a tall and burly blond man flew into the conference room and stood steadily in front of Max.

He was over two meters tall, with a body full of muscles as developed as a dragon wrapped in a layer of blue tights. On the front of the tights and the cloak dancing in the wind, there was a pair of two-headed bears that complemented each other.

The handsome blond man spoke in an old California accent.

"My name is Walter, the seventeenth director of the California Consortium, you can call me a fellow countryman."

He swaggered out his right hand and took out a green hundred-dollar bill from Max's alloy suitcase.

His eyes turned scarlet, and two red lights emerged from his pupils, directly igniting the bill of one of Franklin's divine bodies.

A cigar appeared in his left hand, and he held the cigar in his mouth and ignited it with the burning Franklin's divine body.

Walter squeezed it gently.

Franklin's divine body instantly turned into a pile of shredded paper.

He blew out a puff of smoke rings.

The smoke rings sprayed Max's face.

"Such a useless artificial god, even if it is repaired, what can it do?"

"Sister, you need to see that it is me, Walter, who is called the savior!"

"Come, look at me."