"Mr. Rex, Jiang Minghong, President of Huanglong Pharmaceutical, invites you to a private dinner at the Schlieffen Hotel at half past six next Tuesday." Exxon President Rex sat behind a large desk and listened to the secretary's schedule of events for the coming week.

As a professional manager, he is essentially just a part-time worker, and Rex knows very well that unlike the other president, he is often questioned by the board of directors, either about the overpay of senior executives or why the company's stock is falling. The other party should not have this trouble, the reason is very simple, the vast majority of the equity of the entire Huanglong Pharmaceutical is in his hands, this situation is now rare, the larger the enterprise group, the more dispersed its equity is, such as Wal-Mart, a super company with more than one million employees, and its largest shareholder holds only a dozen percent of the equity. And these super-rich are rarely interested in handling the complicated corporate affairs themselves.

"How many business contacts do we have with each other?" Rex asked a little more, and it is the only rule of business people to determine the closeness of these personal relationships according to the closeness of business connections.

"In the first half of the year, the other party has ordered more than 1500 million US dollars worth of petroleum products from our company, and according to our tracking service survey, as their investment increases, there will be a lot of room for improvement in the transaction volume." The secretary preached in an orderly manner.

It's about investing in that small African country, Rex thought quietly. He had heard of the actions of this legendary figure, and although he did not know the true intentions of the other party, the rate of return on investment in that place was indeed very high, but due to public security reasons, many foreign companies have withdrawn in recent years.

"Inform them that I'll be on time." Rex only heard this and granted the invitation.

The secretary nodded, ticked a box under the activity, and moved on to the next one.

"On Thursday morning, the Governor invited you to lunch."

"Push it off." This time it's two simple words.

"Doctor, how should this fourth-generation control core be used?" Jiang Minghong looked at the package that had been delivered by a special person, and it was marked with the words antibiotic.

"There are two methods, the first, direct injection, which can work 100 percent after ten minutes; Second, when mixed into a drink, there is a 5% chance that it will not be absorbed; In either case, if the control core is unable to reorganize in the brain tissue, it will disintegrate and disappear on its own after an hour. ”

"In this case, it will be much more convenient, and the number seems to be a little small, is that all?" With the effort of speaking, Jiang Minghong clicked, and there were only one hundred and fifty in total.

"Well, this kind of thing is very difficult to make, the materials are very scarce, and if you want more, it will take longer." Xue Yunchu didn't tell him the real situation, using the tools of the spaceship to process is actually very fast, even if it is enough to give each human on the earth a needle, but it is pointless to do that, because the task he received is to destroy the human development potential, not to temporarily control the human race. If you want to let human beings form fixed thoughts and behavioral habits after he leaves, you must not rely on these technological products that can only serve for a while.

"Okay. I'll give it to those guys as you arranged. Jiang Minghong held a needle, and the light blue liquid in it shook slightly, showing its temptation.

Light song and dance, one of the main themes of high society life. The fifth to seventh floors of the Schlieffen Hotel were all occupied by Jiang Minghong to entertain VIPs.

"It's just a nouveau riche in the countryside, and this kind of banquet is really not of any level." A young man with blond hair and blue eyes looked at Jiang Minghong, who was in the center of the venue receiving compliments from others, and muttered with some jealousy.

"If Vertes can inherit your uncle's legacy, then you will have the ability to hold such a boring banquet at any time." A friend next to the young man said teasingly.

"Who knows when he will die, although now nominally he only has two direct blood relatives, me and my cousin, but I am worried that when he is critically ill, countless illegitimate children will emerge who can pass the paternity test." The young man did not turn his head and said indignantly.

"It's true, wasn't Barbara, the cover beauty of Time magazine half a month ago, in a hot fight with your uncle? Maybe when the time comes to fight for property, there will be her share. The companion added fuel to the fire.

Jiang Minghong's ears are very smart, this is a problem that has plagued him a long time ago, because in this way, when he goes to bed every night, he has to listen to a piece of music to fall asleep, otherwise the sound of the beating from the heart and the sound of the wind will be clearly audible in the quiet room.

Although it was in the center of the banquet hall, the whispers of almost everyone were so clearly audible.

"Who is this person Verther Kriga?" After making an excuse to come out, Jiang Minghong found the life secretary and asked him. In fact, he understands that many people see themselves as a nouveau riche who has bumped into good luck, a madman with a clear mind, but it still makes him feel very uncomfortable to really hear the comments behind the backs of others. Even if he is an ordinary person, if he is said a few words in front of others, he will feel very uncomfortable, not to mention that he is now accustomed to the respect of others.

For every person invited, the secretary has their details, which is the most basic job requirement.

"One of the legal heirs of the Kriga family, his uncle Dillerson Kriga is one of the leaders in the world shipping industry, owns a large shipping company, and of course is also involved in hotel management and other industries, this year is sixty-three years old, once had a daughter, but because of the latter's private life, and unilaterally announced the severance of relations, once made a will, leaving only a daughter with a share of five percent of the estate. ......" The secretary introduced in great detail.

No wonder he could also participate in this banquet, Jiang Minghong lit a cigarette and thought silently for a while. Among the people who invited the banquet, he himself selected only a few of them, and the rest were all invited by the secretary according to the company's business dealings and other considerations.

After a while and snuffing it out, Jiang Minghong's mood calmed down temporarily, this kind of small role is not worth bothering about, with such a thought, he returned to the banquet hall again.

"Come, cheers for our future cooperation!" I don't know how many times this sentence has been said, Jiang Minghong only knows that the targets selected this time have all drunk the famous wine containing the fourth-generation control core.

"It's so easy, it's so easy." Jiang Minghong sat in his office, his head was a little dizzy, he drank a lot of wine at the banquet, and he had to pay attention not to let unrelated people drink the wrong wine, this is actually not a simple matter. It's just that compared to the sinister direct battle, this kind of kung fu is obviously much easier.

Alas, why do you suddenly feel bored and empty, you are now a human being, so many people's words of compliment and respect are still echoing in your ears, what is there not to be satisfied with? With such thoughts, Jiang Minghong lay on the desk.

At this moment, Xue Yunchu was being reprimanded.

"With the control core, this strategy is simple, but the plan doesn't provide you with the technology to do that, right?"

"It's a similar substitute that I've developed using the current technology of mankind, and the effects can meet the minimum requirements, and the negative effects are within the tolerance range." Xue Yunchu explained everything to his controller.

"But that's also the reason you've taken advantage of the technology we've developed, and it's been laid out in the plan that only the conditions that exist in the local human society can be used to force them to follow the path we have set. What you do is contrary to this principle. ”

"Liaison, please understand the reality, I have no intention of underestimating your intelligence, any civilized society has its own spontaneous forward momentum, if I do not borrow some powerful external forces, relying on my intelligent judgment and action alone, the probability of being able to complete the plan is not much higher than the sudden destruction of their civilization. This is the law of inertia of the development of civilization, and only a strong external force will make it stop its development or change its trajectory. Otherwise, any civilization will evolve itself from low to high, from primitive to modern, from barbarism to sanity, regardless of the length of time. Xue Yunchu believed that the reasons he listed were all within the scope of his due reasoning ability, and would not arouse additional suspicions.

"Your intelligence is really high." Somewhat contrary to his expectations, the contact person did not directly comment on the reason he gave, but said something irrelevant instead. "If it weren't for your detailed factory records, I really doubt that you were an ordinary intelligent being."

"Whether it's a sapient creature or not, it's not about my task, I'll just complete the right one. Thank you for the review, although it did nothing to help me with this mission. When Xue Yunchu heard this, he felt a new fluctuation in the world of consciousness, although he still didn't know exactly what it meant, but he was already able to deduce that the contact person in front of him was definitely not the same intelligent tool as him, because they would not say that these had nothing to do with the topic, and at the same time had a personal feeling