Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

New York City, Manhattan, Anthony, who had just returned from Siberia, entered his office at Caesars Palace.

"Boss," Bullock and others who had been waiting in the office for a long time stood up and greeted their boss when they saw him coming in.

"Well," Anthony nodded, handed the cane and windbreaker to the man next to him, then walked to the wine rack and took a bottle of red wine to pour two glasses, and handed one of them to Ivan Vanke next to him to signal him to do whatever he wanted. . Then he turned to the waiting men and said, "Everyone, please sit down."

"Yes, boss." Bullock and others responded quickly.

"How's it going here in New York these days while I'm away?" Anthony asked as he sat down.

"Everything is fine," several people replied one after another. Among them, Bullock, who has a slightly higher status, even added: "The official intelligence agency still monitors us, so it is still inconvenient to do many things."

"This is normal," Anthony nodded and said: "The election period itself is the most sensitive and tense time for the officials every year, not to mention that there was such a big commotion in New York some time ago, so before the election period is over, this time The state of looseness on the outside and tightness on the inside will continue. Tell the people in the gang to cheer me up during this period and don’t let those officials take advantage of me. Do you understand?”

"Understood," several people nodded in agreement.

"Dick, please free up the three underground floors of Caesar Palace later," Anthony began to order: "When I went to Siberia this time, that guy Peter helped me a little, so he came to discuss with us last time. I have already promised him the business."

"Yes," Dick responded: "Is it the competition similar to black boxing he mentioned last time?"

"It's almost the same, but it should be more bloody, otherwise why would it be worth letting others spend a lot of money to see it," Anthony said lightly.

Dick said: "Understood, I will make arrangements right away."

"By the way, Brock, how's the stocking up of our new products going?" Anthony then asked.

"Spurred by the huge bonus, we have already accumulated a considerable amount of it. Now we are waiting for the built-in system optimization test to be completed before we can officially hold a press conference and make our product officially available." Bullock replied.

Anthony nodded and then asked: "How long will it take?"

"About a week." Bullock said.

"Too slow," Anthony said.

The technology related to smartphones is not a problem in itself for this world. The reason why it has not appeared is that the people in this world have not thought in this direction.

Therefore, as long as some of the world's communications giants get Anthony's mobile phone ideas, they will soon come up with large-scale finished products based on their background. Not to mention taking the first bite of meat, they can leave a lot for Anthony. Some leftovers would be nice.

And don't think that Anthony will be fine if he replaces the key parts of the group with his own people and sets strict confidentiality regulations. This is a country of American capitalism, and there are many desperadoes who risk their lives for money.

So what Anthony has to do now is to seize time and launch the product in the shortest possible time. It will take another seven days to seize the market. There are too many variables.

"Can't time go faster?" Anthony frowned.

"This" Bullock said with a bitter smile: "Boss, you also know that we are just a new group with no known name. Therefore, although we offer high salaries, most of the people we recruit are just ordinary scientific researchers. Some of the outstanding ones are not the main researchers. In this aspect, seven days is already the fastest time. After all, no matter how good our product hardware is, once there is a fatal bug in the built-in system, we will be busy just dealing with consumer complaints. That’s it.”

"That's it." Anthony also understood what Bullock said. In the final analysis, it was because Anthony's rise was too short and his background was too poor. But then again, this guy Bullock is becoming more and more like a manager. If possible, he can be directly promoted to a regular position to save him from running around in gangs.

Just when the room fell into silence, Ivan Vanke, who was sitting aside and sipping a glass of red wine, spoke up: "Mr. Anthony, although I don't know what the product you are talking about is, but I have questions about the system. , I can give it a try."

"Oh," Anthony said with an expression of sudden realization and surprise: "I almost forgot, Mr. Vanke, you are also an expert in this field. This kind of trivial matter should be easy for you."

Did Anthony really forget that Ivan Vanke is a master in this field? Of course, instead of asking others to help, it is better than asking others to take the initiative to help. What's more, it was also a small test for Anthony, and the opponent's choice will also affect Anthony's support and cooperation methods for him in the future. At the same time, Anthony also wanted to test whether he was as good as what Anthony had seen from the movies and comics in his previous life.

"Brock, come on, let me introduce you," Anthony said with a smile: "This is Mr. Ivan Vanke, and he is also an important partner of our group in the future. Don't look at the guy in front of you who seems to be messing with us. Although he seems to be good at it, he is actually a very outstanding scientific genius."

"Hello, Mr. Vanke," Bullock quickly extended his hand to greet him. You must know that his boss is a very proud and arrogant person, so it must be special to be introduced by him in such a formal way.

"Well, hello," although Ivan Vanke was unruly, he was not ignorant, so he also extended a hand in response.

"Then Mr. Ivan, please," Anthony saw that the two of them were almost acquainted, and said directly: "By the way, Bullock also knows the location of our group's private hospital, and I can ask him to take you there later."

"Yeah," Ivan Vanke nodded.

"By the way, Brock, give Karl 1 million from the funds on the group's books. As for what to do specifically, I'll tell him later." Anthony ordered.

"Okay, boss." Bullock responded.

After giving a few casual instructions, Anthony watched Ivan Vanke and Bullock walking together, and walked out of his office with other senior cadres.

After drinking all the red wine in the glass, Anthony murmured: "Let me see how good you are. It takes a group of ordinary people seven days to complete. How long does it take you, Ivan Vanke."

"By the way, Gin," Anthony filled his glass with red wine, played with it, and suddenly said to Gin next to him: "How is the situation with Hisoka? He didn't cause any trouble, right? .”

"It's okay, I just heard the last time I contacted him that he was going to Arkham to have a heart-to-heart talk with the Joker," Gin said calmly.

Anthony couldn't help but frown when he heard this. He had a heart-to-heart talk with the clown guy and said, "Is Hisoka not crazy now?" After knowing that the clown guy has a record of talking about the madness of professional doctors in this field, Anthony couldn't help but feel worried.

At this time, in Gotham City, Hisoka was playing this playing card on the top of a high-rise building and looking down at Gotham City below with a smile: "It's such an interesting place, isn't it?"

ps: Thanks to forgetnot and Qingfeng for sending incense.