Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

To be honest, Kal'tsit had always felt her life was rather uneventful, like a straightforward storybook, repeating the same old story: I came, I saw, I tried to save, I failed or succeeded—simple, unadorned, and tedious. But ever since she met Wayne, her story felt like it had been written by a complete idiot who knew nothing about novels. The pages were filled with exclamation marks and question marks, as if afraid that if she didn't use enough, the reader wouldn't be able to feel her emotions.

In her memory, the peaceful and tranquil life of Comma had gradually faded away. Now, it was a new era full of adventure, serendipity, surprises, and doubts. Kal'tsit once felt a sense of unease and even subconsciously wanted to rebel against him, but he failed. Even Theresa had chosen him, so what could she do?

Since she couldn't resist, she might as well just give up. In fact, after living like this for so long, Kal'tsit even started to enjoy it; the feeling of each day dragging on was gone, and the days passed quickly.

Even though Kal'tsit had already entered a "laid-back" mode, Wayne and life still didn't let her off the hook. Giving her exclamation marks and greetings wasn't enough; they also had to leave a black mark on her! A black mark that made her wish she could cover up everything that had happened.

The power of "Wow!" was earth-shattering. Life was tough, the big cat sighed. Kal'tsit was now terrified that her future fate, her life, and that the wicked trio of Vayne would take advantage of her and leave something more in her story.

For example, the character “正”?

Yes, Kal'tsit understands this. It's a noble pastime. When Kal'tsit was a noble... of course, she never did this. Wrench herself is usually very straight. She's only heard that some nobles in the Eastern Kingdom and a small number of Yan Kingdoms like to use this method to count. Then, by flaunting this number, they demonstrate their strength, claiming they can take on ten people at once and slaughter billions.

It's terrifying to think about. Although she had studied this topic, Kal'tsit was still shocked by this exotic custom.

Wayne won't want to either....

No, no, no, that's impossible. He's a Victorian; he couldn't possibly know these things.

But he also really liked Yan culture, and even wrote a couplet by hand that many locals in Yan couldn't make. What if he came across this kind of thing...?

"Snapped."

Kal'tsit raised her hand and gently slapped herself.

What am I thinking about all day long? My brain!

Well done, well done, my right hand!

Coming back to her senses from the increasingly erratic, and even veering, thoughts that might lead to investigation and crackdowns by law enforcement, Kal'tsit asked:

"So, what are you planning to do next?"

What to do? Rhine Life's Wayne shareholders did nothing. But the Prince of Wales, Victoria, was going to do something.

However, before that, Wayne needs to explain something.

"Kal'tsit, why do you think I would abandon the technology expo to come visit the Loken Water Tank Laboratory with you?"

Kal'tsit pursed her lips. She basically understood what Wayne meant when she said that; it had nothing to do with the money-related motives Kal'tsit had guessed.

"To investigate the illegal human experimentation of children at the Loken Water Tank Laboratory, standing before you now is Joseph Pulitzer, a renowned journalist from across Terra who has just completed a secret mission to the Loken Water Tank Laboratory in Colombia."

“Loken Williams? What did he do?” Kal'tsit frowned.

"Illegal human experimentation on children."

"How large is the scale? What are the profits?"

"I can answer both of those questions. Think about everything we've seen today. Kal'tsit has profits nearly ten times the market price, Loken Tank is ignoring Oripathy inhibitors, and their scale is among the largest in all of Columbia. What do you think?"

Capitalists will not give up profits unless the profits are so small that large capitalists subconsciously choose to ignore them, just as a lottery winner will not bend down to pick up a rusty coin on the ground.

Given Loken's reputation, they could have made a fortune selling their mass-produced inhibitors, even at high prices, to upper management. But they didn't. Not only did they not sell them, they openly reduced their inhibitor production lines. What does this mean? Are capitalists turning down profits?

That's nonsense. It only shows that they have something even more profitable, to the point that inhibitors are just a burden.

The only obvious way to make money off Oripathy patients is to exploit them, rather than treat them.

"How long has he been doing this? Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" Kal'tsit's face grew increasingly grim as she looked at Wayne and questioned him.

“I’m worried…” Wayne hesitated slightly.

"There's nothing to worry about, I'm on your side."

Kal'tsit answered instantly.

Wayne was taken aback, and Kal'tsit repeated:

“Although we have many grudges to settle, I will always stand by your side without a doubt, understand? Wayne.”

"Thank you."

"Forget about thanking me. We can settle the matter of you not trusting me later. Now, tell me what to do!"

Wayne smiled helplessly. It seemed that this wasn't the first time Kal'tsit had said this to him, but until now, Kal'tsit had never really "talked to him" once. Instead, her notebook was getting thicker and thicker, with dozens of Wayne's names written on almost every page. If this continued, would Wayne's notebook eventually only contain his own name?

Or how about I just swallow my pride and offer myself to you as an apology?

just kidding.

Wayne straightened his expression and said:

"In that case, come with me to see the [evidence], Kal'tsit."

"As you wish."

Chapter Thirty-Three: Is This Somewhat Imperial Decree?

Columbia, Silicon Valley, RheinLife headquarters research building, July 4.

Miss Himer is at work. As an intern researcher at Rhine Labs, her daily work is not easy. In addition to helping her mentor record various experimental data as an assistant, she sometimes has to act as a cleaner to tidy up the desk, a delivery boy to pick up takeout, and a shield to protect her mentor from inquiries from superiors.

Despite the hardships, Himer still holds onto hope for the future.

Rhine Labs is thriving and, barring unforeseen circumstances, will soon become one of Silicon Valley's leading companies. The salaries and work environment for full-time employees there are top-notch. In just a few years, interns like her, with an almost guaranteed promotion, will become the kind of people countless young people who come to Silicon Valley chasing their dreams can only dream of. By then, Himer will already be a full-time employee of Rhine Labs, perhaps even owning her own laboratory and leading a large-scale research project.

Humans are vain, and Himer had to admit that such a future was indeed very attractive, and anyone would be tempted by it.

Like someone who tries to quench their thirst by looking at plums or satisfy their hunger by drawing a picture of a cake, Himer felt that for the sake of the future, the slightly more strenuous work she was doing now wasn't so unacceptable. At least compared to the breakfast shop owner who had to be on her way to work at six every morning, the cleaning lady who always had a broom sweeping the gardens surrounding Rhine Life again and again, and the millions of ordinary people who make up Silicon Valley, she had an incredibly easy job. She was extremely grateful and thankful.

"Hemer, make me a cup of coffee."

My internship mentor was Mr. Andronikov, a renowned expert in Oripathy at Rhine Lab. His academic level was beyond doubt, but he also had a common flaw among most Ursus people: he spoke bluntly, had a rough and unruly personality, and liked to boss the interns around in a bad mood.

Himer nodded; she was basically used to being bossed around like this. Professor Andronikov never did anything out of line; on the contrary, in his spare time, he would even specifically teach interns like Himer about the infectious diseases of Oripathy.

Hamer skillfully filled a cup of coffee from the coffee machine, added two sugar cubes, and walked over to the professor. The professor had just finished a small experimental observation, took off his gloves, took the coffee cup, and was about to take a sip when his cell phone, which was on the clutter table behind him, rang.

The most popular superhero animation theme song of the season sounds so cringeworthy.

The professor blushed and explained somewhat flusteredly:

"My son set it up."

You have a son? Weren't you just complaining yesterday that you were almost looking for a companion instead of a girlfriend?

Hemer saw through it but didn't say anything, a slight smile appearing behind his reflective glasses.

Andronikov answered the phone, and seeing that the number was an unfamiliar, unknown number, his tone immediately became rude:

"Hello, who is it?"

"Excuse me, are you Professor Andronikov of Rhine Lab?" Wayne asked.

"It's me, what's wrong?"

"Oh, I'm looking for an intern in your lab named Himer."

Seeing that he hadn't found the wrong person, Wayne nodded to the chief beside him.

He had originally planned to take Kal'tsit to see the little girl Fiona and the "evidence" that Hammer had presented, but halfway there, Wayne remembered that today was not a day off, and Hammer had not asked for leave, so they had to go to work.

Fortunately, Himer was an intern researcher at Rhine Labs, so Wayne simply took Kal'tsit back to Rhine Labs. He originally wanted to ask Director Henry to retrieve the intern's file so Wayne could go find Himer, but Henry was out on business, so in the end he could only find the Chief.

Although Miss General didn't know why Wayne, a major shareholder, would suddenly want to meet with an intern researcher, she still took the time out of her busy schedule to find the phone number for Wayne and asked him to call Himer's mentor directly and ask Himer to come to the administration building to meet.

As it turns out, the headmistress was indeed very efficient, and her understanding of Rhine Lab's operations was truly exceptional. The phone number was correct, so Himer should be there...

"We don't have that person here."

"Andronikov said, glancing at Himer and gesturing for her to stand further away," he said.

The Rhine Life Insurance Company has been in turmoil lately. Rumors have been circulating that the head of the defense department, Saria, has gotten into trouble. Although the higher-ups want to suppress the news, the truth will eventually come out. As a senior member of Rhine Life Insurance Company with his own independent laboratory, he knows more or less that this is not a rumor, but a fact.

Therefore, Andronikov was extremely vigilant about unknown calls; he didn't want his apprentice to be targeted by anyone again.

Hammer took two steps back with a puzzled look on his face. At the same time, in Miss Menes's office, Wayne also looked at Miss Menes with a puzzled look on his face.

"He said there's no such person. You're mistaken?"

"impossible."

The young lady, clearly confident in her memory, took the phone from Wayne and spoke into the other end:

“Professor Andronnikov, this is the headquarters of Rhine Lab. Our shareholder is looking for an intern researcher named Himer. Please confirm, in my file, this researcher should be under your supervision.”

They sound like graduate students preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam and their supervisors.

Wayne thought to himself.

Andronikov blinked in surprise, then waved to Himer, gesturing for her to come closer. He replied:

"Oh, yes, he is indeed with me. Was that the voice just now the shareholder's? Please apologize to him for me. I thought..."

"What did you think?" the commander asked curiously.

"I thought it was some shady young man trying to hook up with someone from Rhine Life to get ahead in life."

"puff!"

The commander couldn't help but spit it out. Even her excellent expression control caused her to break down for a moment. She glanced at Wayne and thought about what Andronnikov had just said. It didn't seem to make no mistake. After all, she hadn't expected that one of Rhine Lab's largest shareholders would be a boy who looked to be only in his early twenties.

However, now was clearly not the time to talk about such things. The commander smiled and scolded Professor Andronikov for being too clear-headed, telling him to quickly bring Himer to her office in the administration building, before hanging up the phone.

Wayne was puzzled by what he saw. Why couldn't I make a phone call, but you could?

On the other end of the line, Professor Andronikov hung up the phone, squinted, and scrutinized Himer several times, from top to bottom and then from bottom to top, until Himer got goosebumps, before finally saying:

"Hemer, if you become rich and powerful, do not forget me."

"Huh?" Hermer asked, looking completely bewildered.

"I don't know how you did it, but Hemer, you've caught the eye of our major shareholder, who specifically asked for you. He's waiting for you in the administration building. Just follow the signs to the head office. When you meet the shareholder, be nice to him and say a few good words for me. Hope he can increase the research funding. If I become rich and powerful, don't forget me!"

Himer tilted his head to the side, forming a ninety-degree angle with his body, and opened his mouth wide:

"what?"

You know, I'm just an ordinary Rheinland researcher, an intern, so how did I suddenly get singled out by the major shareholder? I'm not being modest, but doesn't this feel a bit like being handpicked?

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Eagle and the Dragon in the Elevator

My name is Hemer, I'm 24 years old. I live in the area bordering the industrial C zone and the undeveloped area of ​​Silicon Valley, and I'm single. I work at RheinLife as a researcher. Although I'm still an intern, I've already accumulated enough work experience, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, I'll be able to officially join RheinLife after my internship ends. I work overtime until 8 PM every day before I get home. Life is tiring, but also fulfilling. I don't smoke, and I only drink a little alcohol. I go to bed at 10 PM and make sure to get a full 8 hours of sleep every night. Before bed, I always drink a glass of warm milk, read a storybook to Fiona, and try to lull her to sleep. If she can't sleep, I read her math problems. Then I do 20 minutes of stretching exercises and a daily summary, and then I go to bed and fall asleep immediately. I sleep soundly until dawn, never carrying fatigue or stress into the next day. The doctors all say I'm perfectly normal.