Chapter 32

After a hard day's work, Robert Downes returned to the dilapidated building.

Pour half a glass of red wine, lean into the sofa, taste bit by bit, mellow in the mouth, time seems to freeze down.

Robert loves red wine very much. When he used to be the boss, he would pour two cups of romanicondi every night. That kind of feeling has endless aftertaste.

When he was young, there was the sound of the door opening behind him. Warren Austin walked into the room, glanced at the empty wine bottle in the corner and said, "a box of red wine will be finished in a few days. It seems that I have to call my boss and ask him to send more boxes."

Robert raised his glass. "Would you like a drink?"

Warren shook his head. "I prefer whisky to red wine."

"Whiskey is too strong to get drunk easily."

Warren was noncommittal and said, "how's the financing going?"

Robert shakes his glass and says carelessly,

"Luke Shaw has left the financing to me."

Oh!

Warren's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he couldn't believe it,

"I remember that it wasn't long since you joined showme. He gave you such an important job."

"He has no choice but me."

Simple words contain a strong self-confidence, Warren catered to the smile, but a trace of irony flashed in his eyes.

Originally, he admired the boss of showme. In just two months, he developed a start-up company to the scale of millions of users. This is not what ordinary people can do, but from now on, he is just a lucky dog.

This kind of person also wants to succeed!

"It seems showme's financial power is in your hands."

Robert nodded. "Showme has a big gap in its capital chain and is in urgent need of cash flow. This afternoon, Luke Shaw gave me a death order. Before next Friday, we must finalize the financing plan. The bottom line is 35 million dollars."

"What about shares?"

“20%！”

"It's too little. The boss's demand is more than 67% and absolute control."

"I'm afraid it's hard. Luke Shaw won't agree."

Warren raised the corner of his mouth and said, "what can a 17-year-old do! If he doesn't agree, let him see the adult world. "

Robert glanced at his old friend. His eyelids dropped down and he looked at the front of him. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Tomorrow morning, the investment department of Sequoia group will negotiate with you, and the next thing is up to you."

"I know how to do it?"

Warren patted him on the shoulder and left with a smile on his face.

The door closed and the dark room fell silent again.

As time went by, as the needle crossed the ninth scale, Robert put on his coat, went out of the house, walked through the polluted alley and stopped at a street side restaurant.

I bought a cup of coffee, two sandwiches, sat down at a table and chair where there was no one, and ate one by one.

After a while, a middle-aged white man, about 40 years old, came into the shop. He was tall and strong, and his suits were bulging. He had a gold chain under his collar and a gold watch on his wrist. He was dressed like a successful man. But his face full of flesh was very impressive.

He sat on the chair opposite Robert carelessly and said in a cold voice,

"you kept me waiting for ten minutes."

Robert quickly put down the sandwich, looked left and right, and made sure no one was paying attention to it. Then he said in a slightly grouchy tone,

"Mr. Rhodes, what can't you say on the phone? You know my identity, you can't say it."

"Who cares about you!"

Alexander Rhodes grinned and made no secret of the irony on his face. He slapped the table, called the frightened waitress over, ordered a black beer, and continued, "it's not the boss who says it, I'll come to a place like metropolis! Listen... "

He put his hand around Robert's neck and threatened every word,

"the boss is very dissatisfied with your work. Let me beat you! You know what it means

Robert struggled, "my injury is not good. If I get hurt again, I can't go to work."

Alexander Rhodes touched his chin and thought for a moment. In Robert's nervous expression, he pushed him to the chair,

"remember this fight, let's talk about Batman."

Batman!

Robert moved his neck, puzzled.

Alexander gritted his teeth and said, "I don't care what method you use, you must get Batman's identity information in two days. This is the boss's final test for you. If you can't succeed, you know the result."

Upon hearing this, Robert was in despair,

"Batman didn't register with his real name, so he couldn't find his personal information. Moreover, according to the information from the technology department, Batman is likely to be in the Arctic, so I can't go to the Arctic to find him. How can I have that ability?""North Pole!"

Alexander was furious. "Bad Batman was in Gotham last night. He ran to the North Pole in a twinkling of an eye, fuck! How dare you cheat me

The roar exploded, and all the customers in the coffee shop looked this way,

Robert waved his hands, nervous and afraid, "I didn't say that others are in the north pole, and the IP address shows that the registered person is in the north pole, that is to say, he probably built a base there."

Alexander thought for a while, and felt that what he said was reasonable. If it was him, he would not write his real name.

"I've told you what the boss said. It's none of my business to do it. It's only two days. I'll do it by myself."

Then he took the beer and pinched the waitress's fat ass, which made him glare. Alexander didn't care and whistled.

Robert had a bitter face. He wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to say it. Sitting there was like an air bag. After a long time, he said in a low voice,

"I think it's impossible to find out the identity of Batman in a short time under the current situation, unless the boss sends someone to the North Pole."

But now there is a great opportunity to track Batman for a long time, which is showme. As long as you master the database of showme, you can find his real location according to the IP address. In addition, you can control his account to publish or delete some undecided items Appropriate words, such as supporting racism, terrorism... "

"Are you listening, Mr. Rhodes?"

Alexander poured the whole cup of black beer into his stomach, belched with satisfaction, and said,

"I'm not interested in IP, social account and so on. Let's be frank, what do you want to do?"

"The original plan is to acquire showme and hold the social platform firmly in our hands. Boss, I sincerely beg you to let me meet Sidney and I will persuade him."

……

At ten o'clock in the evening, after watching Alexander take the stewardess away, Robert subconsciously tightens his clothes. He can't remember how long he hasn't touched a woman.

Enduring the cold night wind, Robert went back to the dilapidated room.

Light up, a familiar and strange figure sitting on the sofa, indifferent eyes straight at this side.

FBI, Roger Cassius!

Robert was shocked,

"you Why are you here? "

Roger Cassius cocked his legs and said with a smile,

"Alexander Rhodes, Falcone's confidant, if I tell Luke Shaw about your collusion with him in selling showme, guess what he will do with you."

"I don't know what you're talking about? Mr. Cassius, I warn you seriously that it is against the law to break into a house without permission. "

Robert swallowed and looked around the room.

"Don't look. The others are outside. You and I are the only ones in the room."

Roger Cassius gets up, comes to Robert and plays a recording in his ear. After listening to it, Robert is like a fish with a bone.

Roger Cassius patted him on the face and said with a low smile,

"Mr. downs, from now on, you are my man!"