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Chapter 419 Jerry Brown

Everything was filled with Bell Labs elements. The tiered cake was shaped like a transistor, and the cake was surrounded by chocolate nameplates representing the technologies developed by Bell Labs. Even the pastor's sermon had a strong technological feel to it.

"In 1947, this stadium was completed and its first lights were turned on. In 1998, we lit up the signal of love here." The pastor's voice was transmitted to every corner through distributed microphones. "Just as transistors replaced vacuum tubes, true love is always the ultimate driving force for technological iteration."

"Now, please exchange rings, so that this true love, which is as reliable as it has been meticulously verified, may be bound together with you, and from now on become an indispensable core part of each other's lives, building together your own system of happiness."

As the pastor finished speaking, the bride and groom walked slowly towards each other and, amidst the blessings of everyone present, solemnly exchanged rings.

The ring's design also contains clever details, with a tiny Bell Labs logo engraved on the inner band, symbolizing the close connection between their love and this technological legacy.

The wedding was a complete success, filled with a romantic atmosphere while showcasing the technological features of Bell Labs, leaving a deep impression on all the guests.

After the ceremony, it was time for the reception and dinner.

However, the party was destined to be short-lived, as the groom, Carl Weller, would soon lead his bride to the current temporary Bell Labs office to thank the employees who were unable to attend but sent their blessings via video from the lab.

Ernst's original plan was to simply eat his fill and then leave, as there were too many guests present, and he, as a member of the family, didn't want to cause any trouble.

However, to his surprise, just after eating a piece of steak, an unexpected person appeared in front of him.

Jerry Brown, Ernst really didn't expect him to be here, and didn't know when he and Carl Weller had crossed paths.

"I came with the Google team," Jerry Brown explained, noticing Ernst's confusion.

Ernst nodded knowingly. "It seems this meal is destined to be unpalatable."

Because Bell Labs will be collaborating with Google on a project, and both are now Ernst's assets, Carl Weller invited several high-ranking Google executives, but definitely not Jerry Brown, Google's senior advisor.

In other words, this guy came for me.

Ernst continued cutting his steak with his knife and fork without making a sound. He appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was already wondering what Jerry Brown wanted from him.

"Inviting you alone will inevitably attract attention and speculation. After all, in public, we don't have many reasons to meet privately, which could easily lead to others' attention and speculation."

As Jerry Brown spoke, he glanced at the lively crowd around him before refocusing his gaze on Ernst. "I think today is a good opportunity. Most of the guests here are academics and Bell Labs employees. They are more concerned about the wedding itself and the academic exchanges between them. No one will care too much about our meeting."

Something's up here. It seems the West Coast gangs aren't so united after all. Otherwise, Jerry Brown wouldn't be so careful in seeking opportunities for private meetings.

Ernst didn't respond to Jerry Brown's words immediately. Instead, he picked up another piece of steak and put it on his plate, his gaze still fixed on the plate, not on Jerry Brown. He seemed uninterested in Jerry Brown's words, and simply said in a casual tone, "I've heard that the home team's locker room in this stadium is quite nice. I plan to visit it later."

Jerry Brown gave a knowing smile, said nothing more, turned and left Ernst, heading towards other areas of the stadium.

Ernst watched Jerry Brown's departing figure, took a bite of his steak, and chewed it slowly. However, a glint flashed in his eyes, and his originally calm gaze was now filled with a hint of contemplation and inquiry.

He was now actually looking forward to the conversation, finding things getting more and more interesting.

The party continued, and the atmosphere inside the stadium remained lively.

The guests gathered in twos and threes, enjoying the food and chatting happily. Many of them knew each other, making it a rare and joyful gathering.

Ernst finished his steak, neatly placed the cutlery and plates on the table, and then walked quietly toward the home team's locker room.

No one at the scene noticed his departure. These scientists, unless you're paying money, won't deliberately flatter a wealthy person.

Other scientists like Ernst didn't know, but at least those present at the scene did.

The employees at Bell Labs didn't care about Ernst because their daily operating expenses were directly approved by Karl Weller. They dealt directly with Karl Weller on matters such as the amount of funding and project approvals. Although Ernst was the owner of Bell Labs, nobody paid him any attention.

The lack of funding was also a problem between Karl and Ernst; they should also contact Karl Weller.

And those university teams, they don't have to worry about funding at all.

Want to donate?

Follow the normal procedures.

That's how arrogant the American Ivy League is.

Upon arriving at the home team's locker room in the stadium, Tom and his men were already waiting at the door to ensure that the conversation inside would not be disturbed by outsiders.

Pushing open the door, Jerry Brown was sitting on a bench. His first words to Ernst were, "The war is about to begin."

Seeing that Ernst remained silent, Jerry Brown explained, "These are the terms for the donkey and the elephant to deliver the goods. At the latest, the strikes will be launched against the Middle East by early next year."

"What a win-win deal for all three parties," Ernst remarked sarcastically.

Donkey saved Microsoft, saved the tech industry, and continued its multi-patented development strategy.

As the dominant economic power currently holding a majority in both houses of Congress, the outbreak of war will bring a surge in the military, pharmaceutical, and energy industries. This is the scenario that their financial backers hope to see, as it will bring them huge economic benefits.

Needless to say, the Zionist Jewish forces behind David Boyce are also involved. The situation in the Middle East has always been closely related to the interests of Jewish forces. Weakening the forces in the Middle East that threaten Israel and other Jewish powers and reducing potential security risks is the greatest help they can receive.

However, Ernst had already considered these conditions, so he was not surprised when he heard about Jerry Brown.

But Jerry Brown's next words took him by surprise: "I never imagined that even Barbara would be tied to your chariot."

Jerry Brown stared intently at Ernst, his tone a mixture of surprise and inquiry.

Barbara Levi Boxer, one of the two senators representing California, is definitely one of the most important figures in California.

Upon hearing Barbara's name, Ernst was filled with shock and confusion. He had only met her once, so how could she know?

"Alan McGregor Cranston," Jerry Brown uttered a name. "I was really curious at the time why this old man, who had already been sentenced to death, would be invited by Google to be a senior consultant, just like me, and get paid for nothing every year."

"Out of curiosity, I had someone investigate Allen in detail, but the results were disappointing; there were no clues whatsoever."

As Jerry Brown spoke, his eyes never left Ernst, as if he were trying to find the answers he sought in him.

"I had someone inquire at the company, and although Allen's eldest son is very dedicated to his work, his promotion speed is a bit too fast. I was wondering if there might be any connection between them."

Jerry Brown laughed. "And now I'm sure we all underestimated that old guy Allen. He has a lot of political resources at his disposal."

"What does this have to do with me?" Ernst spread his hands slightly, his face calm. "Does this mean I'm connected to Barbara?"

"No," Jerry Brown shook his head, then said with certainty, "because you are too calm. The less flawed you are, the more flawed you become."

Ernst remained silent, adopting an attitude of "say whatever you want."

Jerry Brown didn't seem to mind. He suddenly sat up straight, his expression serious yet sincere. "A congressman's position might not cause much of a stir, but if you add a senator and a congressman, it's not that simple."

After a brief pause, his voice, tinged with seduction, drifted through the empty lounge: "And what if we added the Brown family? One of the largest political groups in California would be formed in an instant."