Franklin stood in front of the window with a calm face without any expression. After a long time, he grinded his teeth and said, "What are the summit arrangements?"

"Do they have a scientific research team arrangement?"

Generally, in such international conferences, it is divided into half an hour, forty-five minutes, sixty minutes, and even extended report sessions. It depends on important circumstances.

Many small underworlds may not be scheduled for a half-hour press conference for hundreds of years, but the four regular periods start at least forty-five minutes, and sixty minutes is the norm. What's more, this is the annual summary of new energy. As long as there is, it will definitely be a time-out report! And it will definitely be written on the schedule.

"……No……"

Brush! Franklin turned around suddenly, his lips trembling with anger.

"So, what is the underworld in China here to do?!" His low voice almost popped out of his teeth with unspeakable anger: "We are the Ora Stone Institute... an organization that has signed a scientific research agreement with them!"

"That's how they treat their allies!?"

Touch! His fist hit the window with a hard fist. His face looked ugly. The scientist beside him sighed: "Benjamin, the agreement we signed is to enter the underworld of China to take effect. They have no obligation to disclose the scientific research progress to us before this."

Franklin closed his eyes and placed his hands gently on his chest: "There is no heart here."

"But there is still a passion for science here!"

"Can you understand the feeling of standing at the door but not being able to enter before the world changes?"

"Three years... we signed the contract three years later! I thought we were like a dry river. I could get through it if they rained a little in three years. But now... you guys see it yourself! Do they want to announce the progress?"

He gave a long sigh of relief: "Maybe... what Archimedes said is true."

He is not the only one who has the same idea.

"There is no press conference in the underworld in China?" Rongen looked at the waiter in shock: "Did you read it wrong?"

"Sir, there is really no." The waiter smiled bitterly: "Not only you, but all the scientists who attended, told us. Let us pay attention to notifying them of the report meeting time of the Chinese Underworld. But... the Chinese Underworld seems to have no intention of holding a report meeting at all..."

fuck!

Rongen's hands were buried in his blonde hair, and he wanted to snatch his scalp hard, his eyes were a little red.

A broken jar dropped?

One year...a whole year! You didn't come up with anything credible, your credibility has slipped to

The Mariana Trench! You really don’t realize that this is the world giving you the last chance!?

Yes, it has never happened in history that scientists collectively took back patent authorization. However, this is the door to the next era!

For fame, profit, and pursuit, he can't even let go! The underworld of China is really not worried. Even if they study the patents, they will become "the patents of the world"? Because there are too many patents that cannot be avoided and have not been authorized!

"As long as he speaks... as long as they take out a trace of credible information, no, let alone open the talk, we have to authorize it for free! Why don't they do it!"

At this moment, all the scientists were stunned and stared at the time report of the Energy Summit and were all stunned.

“You are certain

Dinghua Underground has no time to apply for a report? Maybe he just didn't catch up?" "Are they crazy? They really want to be enemies of the world?" "Shit! Are they all pretending to be shit in their minds!" "I really think that you can do whatever you want with the new energy?! Too arrogant, right?"

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The Presidential Suite at Sailboat Hotel is located on the top floor. From here you can overlook the entire Dubai.

Even this top hotel has only ten presidential suites. The decoration is extremely exquisite. It is divided into ten styles such as the Middle East, the Four Continental, and the South Asia. Each set is from the famous designers in the underworld.

Qin Ye sat on the sofa on the balcony and looked into the distance. The desert in the distance was blown up by the wind, like a yellow veil of smoke, illusory and hazy, demonstrating the unique and majestic beauty of the lonely smoke in the desert.

Zhao Yun was beside him. This time, they specially changed into suits. Zhao Yun raised his wrist and looked at his watch, whispering: "Sir, there is still half an hour left, the conference will be held."

Qin Ye nodded slightly and looked downstairs. This distance could not block Yan Luo's sight. He had seen precious Yin beasts. There were gorgeous seats on them - the kind that ordinary ghosts would probably not be able to afford if they worked hard for the rest of their lives. At this moment, they had already stopped below the hotel.

"Three breaths of Yama." He suddenly raised his jaw: "Yan Yama is initial, middle, and high. The first two are our old friends - Aristotle and Archimedes. Ah... Although I don't like this kind of opponent, I have to admit that their identities are unique in the academic world."

Without their enlightenment, there might be no mathematics and physics in this world.

Their position in the academic world is understandable, even though they have entered politics.

Zhao Yun's eyes moved slightly and said lightly: "There is another one, Osiris, the death master of Egypt's underworld. As the organizer, there is no problem with Egypt's Yama."

After a moment of silence, Qin Ye suddenly said, "Is this kind of tantrum about leaving you with the matter of leaving you with a tantrum, will it be too slandered?"

"No." Zhao Yun's voice was very calm, Gu Jing Wubo: "Actually, you decided to do it yourself before. I didn't agree with it at first, but fortunately you followed the advice of the think tank and handed it over to me."

Governing is a long process. The masks of the ruling are also changed every day. It is not the norm to wear any masks when to wear them.

"I do some things better than you. We are not suitable to give too tough feedback to the whole world now. If I do it, you can still keep the bottom. But... I'll ask you for the next thing."

Qin Ye did not answer immediately, but recalled the following plan of the think tank in his mind. Then he opened his eyes and nodded with a key point: "Don't worry."

Dongdongdongdongdongdong... At this moment, the door knocked gently. After receiving the response, a waiter pushed the door and walked in and said respectfully: "Your Excellency, it's time to go to the 'Coast' hall. The energy summit will be held in twenty-five minutes. Now most of the VIPs have arrived."

He paused and added carefully: "Of course, there are also invited scientists at the conference, all of them are here..."

"Who asked you to come?" Qin Ye Youran put down the coffee cup in her hand and asked slowly with her back to the door.

The waiter's Adam's apple moved hard, and then he whispered three seconds later: "Sorry, Lord Archimedes of Shinengyan, please make sure I bring this sentence to you..."

"I understand. Go down." Qin Ye's voice sounded calmly,

The man immediately retreated out in a flash of ghost fire.

Facing the floor-to-ceiling window, Qin Ye sneered a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

threaten?

Or a reminder?

However, it doesn't matter.

"We... didn't intend to reason."

He stood up and Zhao Yun followed behind him. After pushing open the door, the outside was lined up on both sides. The more than 20-meter-old ghost soldiers tilted their abdomen and raised their chests, and gently slapped their spears. The ghost fire lamps in the corridor lighted up one after another, telling the king's trip.

Follow the palace-style stairs and down two floors is the Coast Hall - the conference hall of the Sailing Hotel.

This layer is ten meters high and is decorated in ancient Egyptian style, just like a royal palace in the ancient Egyptian period. There are extremely exquisite sculptures carved from all directions. The walls are painted with fabled murals with extremely rich Egyptian style.

In the wide hall are tables and chairs made of white stone. Each one is one meter in size, with a long covered ghostly spirit, and there are some familiar faces. Only at the front are five stone tables three meters long and carved with flashy patterns.

The moment they came in, the audience looked at the same time. The gazes of scientists almost penetrated them. Qin Ye directly passed over them and looked at the three ghosts in front.

Archimedes, Aristotle, and Osiris, who was like a mummy, with a luxurious crown, shoulder ornament, and a scepter in his hand.

"King of Hell, long time no see." Archimedes nodded slightly: "It's a pity that I didn't wait for your country's scientific research team."

Sand... As this sentence fell, it was visible to the naked eye. The ghost fire in the audience, half of the scientists, flashed slightly.

"Mr. Qin." As soon as he finished speaking, a voice slowly rang out: "Where is your country's scientific research team? When will they arrive?"

The person who spoke was a scientist.

Qin Ye didn't hear it, he just nodded slightly to the three gods of death with a reserved attitude, ignored all the scientists and walked over.

"Who told you that the Chinese underworld is coming to the scientific research team?" It was not until he sat in his seat that Zhao Yun said calmly: "Must come? This is the internal affairs of the Chinese underworld, and you must explain it to you?"

brush!

They didn't look back, so they didn't see that all the scientists in the audience jumped hard.

You can know the tone at the beginning, and the other party’s argument is settled at this moment: Why should we report to you in our internal affairs?

Not only scientists, Archimedes and Aristotle turned their heads at the same time, staring at Zhao Yun. In an instant, they withdrew their gaze and exchanged glances with each other.

They... smelled the smoke of gunpowder.

"What a tough gesture." Aristotle gasped and said through his teeth: "Just like when the second generation of Hell was still there, they were used to behave... the underworld of China... Is this going to restore the hawks?"

Archimedes' eyes flashed and he whispered: "No, based on the previous contacts. The third generation of Hell prefers to play in the rules, and the rules leave you speechless. If they want to be tough, on the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty, they will continue the style of the second generation of dynasty! Instead of suddenly changing!"

He glanced at Zhao Yun with fear, and suddenly had a premonition in his heart.

Today... something is going to happen!
Chapter completed!