Chapter 841 - 120: Winding Paths (Part 2 Supplement)

"Are you telling me you look like the Clan Leader of the Rothschild family? I might as well be the commander of the European Space Agency!"

"What are you doing, I really am the Clan Leader of the Rothschild family. Just wait till my people arrive, you’ll regret it!"

"Oh, really? Let me show you first..."

"Ugh!"

Sounds kept coming from the side, Elliot’s brow twitched, feeling annoyed: still checking out the beauties, suddenly the hottest European short video blared from beside him.

The person watching seemed like a worker too, wearing a Beijing Power System uniform, looked like someone responsible for Prosthetics after-sales, not sure who he was helping to maintain their Prosthetics.

Typically, Elliot harbors goodwill towards his "fellow men," but this old guy, this old guy not only refused to use the visual neural system, insisted on using a terminal to control the system, and kept watching these short videos on the terminal, with the sound on!

"Really don’t know what kind of person watches these brainless little dramas, damn loud..."

[Lille: What citizens like is good stuff. If ordinary citizens like watching, and like it loud, who are you to say otherwise?]

Elliot often loves to criticize stuff he dislikes online, he could think of a comeback easily, but...

He had said this earlier, now if he contradicted it, even he couldn’t stand himself doing it, after all, it’s not online, the counterpart doesn’t know who he is.

Simply put: online you can be shameless, in reality, meek and submissive.

Ding.

Station broadcast: "Government Building, arrived."

Foxstone’s land isn’t suited for building subways, luckily, there aren’t many people here either, there’s ample space for constructing trams, combined with local government’s effective planning, enough to support local public transport.

Getting off, Elliot adjusted the clothes on himself: he likes saving money, usually wearing European Tunnel Company uniforms daily.

Now he’s fired, can’t wear the uniform, he’s in a set... a blue faded shirt looking very rustic.

"Who should I look for later on when I go inside? How to talk? How to gradually entice them to take the bait..."

[Lille: Actually, you don’t have to think about who to look for...]

The European Barrier is the world’s most formidable stability system, much stricter than what Lille saw in Atlanta.

The apparent difference only lies in the fact that the European Barrier is so mature that it has made people in this system forget how pervasive the surveillance is.

If someone wanted to do something, Elliot being at the building’s base would have let them know.

...

[Sevens Strange]

[Position: Approval Officer, Foxstone Local Economy and Infrastructure Construction Management Bureau]

[Contact Person: Andre S]

[Sevens Strange: Today, European Tunnel Company’s factory had issues, Factory No. 2, responsible for production, maintenance, and replacement parts. They’ve proactively admitted potential insufficient capacity.]

[Sevens Strange: It’s a good opportunity, I feel things inside the factory aren’t that simple...]

[Andre S: Oh~ seems like Northern Construction Company’s chance has come, we’re more professional than the European Tunnel Company.]

[Andre S: But this little guy, do you think he can turn into an opportunity?]

[Sevens Strange: Not sure, I’m trying to contact him somehow, maybe today, the sooner the better, once slow the European Tunnel Company will realize...]

[Andre S: Hope he’s not a coward.]

[Sevens Strange: Hold on... we’ve hit the jackpot, he’s already below the Government Building.]

[Andre S: Great, I’m readying funds now, it’s up to you, buddy.]

Sevens Strange hid his excitement under a professional smile, got up from his chair, and walked quickly towards the door.

"The future of the European Union can’t be handed to incompetent enterprises, European Union official positions certainly shouldn’t be handed to scolding unreliable enterprises either..."

"The elite has arrived."

...

European Tunnel Company, Avin just finished directing the mess in the factory.

Europe’s cyberpsycho lacks a complete set of military Prosthetics, those causing large-scale destruction usually rely on equipment, once they act, the damage to the factory is devastating.

Watching overtime workers extinguish the last tendrils of black smoke, rescuing the last machine, he felt relieved.

"Elliot... truly my lucky star."

Although the group will definitely punish him, it likely won’t directly fire him, after all, these days, talents like senior project managers aren’t easily replaced, especially at such a critical point.

With Elliot and Sylvan, these two good people, the company has already decided to lower Foxstone Factory’s production targets, support capacity from elsewhere, and provided him with more resources to handle the mess.

"Didn’t expect it, Sylvan, alive you couldn’t get resources, dead suddenly had more...

You were right, the company did a disservice, thanks for your contribution to the factory."

Avin took a small sip of tea.

[Beep—]

[Contact Person: Elinor Velt]

[Elinor Velt: You stupid oaf!]

Avin froze a bit, moved his comfy feet off the desk.

[Avin: What happened?]

[Elinor Velt: Elliot Grove, that worker, you’ve let him go!]

[Avin: He’s an honest man, I’ve comforted him...]

[Elinor Velt: He’s already entered the Government Building!]

With a buzz, Avin felt the world spin around him.

How is that possible?

He has advanced emotional analysis modules: combining facial expressions, body movements, verbal feedback, and initial hormone detection, he could fully determine Elliot was an honest person with over 98% accuracy—

He was just the type easiest to fool amongst the lower class!

Turns out once out the door, he became the other extreme, a troublemaking ringleader?!

Avin’s first thought was: did someone use a super brainwashing device on him?!

...

"Please take a seat, Mr. Grove—I can call you Elliot, right? You know, workers like you maintain the stability of the European Union, are the union’s cornerstone, I hope we can... be less distant."

Sevens wore glasses—people like him couldn’t miss affording better Prosthetics Eye, hence this was actually a fashion.

In terms of demeanor, Sevens was far more approachable than Avin and those Network Surveillance Agent.

So approachable that Elliot suddenly thought: The European Union still respects laws, these civil servants... seem to be on citizens’ side, looks like I wrongly accused them, in this world, there’s still plenty of good civil servants.

[Lille: First impressions matter, so never let the "elites" control your brain with their first impressions.]

[Lille: Go at your pace, I’ll let you know the right things to say at the right time.]

"Okay, Mr. Strange—" Elliot seemed in high spirits, "Leader, I’m here to expose something concealed by European Tunnel Company’s Factory No. 2."

"Hmm... Factory No. 2? I remember, no wonder you look familiar, you’re the factory worker appearing on television.

I’ll help you get in touch with colleagues from the labor regulation department, he’s already on his way."

Elliot paused for a moment: Lille did say right, this person might just look genuine, approachable.

How could he only find himself familiar?