610: Chapter 65 An Interesting Piece of Information

This request was within Shen Yan's expectations.

If they had agreed without hesitation, Shen Yan would have thought less of them.

This proved that although their situation was difficult, their minds had not been clouded.

"That can be arranged."

"The Technology Tower, top floor."

"Once you reach the lobby, just state your names."

After speaking, Shen Yan hung up the phone.

He turned and pulled out a blue folder.

It contained the personal files of Lin Shen and Lin Mo.

From entering the gifted program at age sixteen to shocking the academic world with their thesis at eighteen.

All their honors and talents were clearly presented before him in the form of data.

These two were unpolished jade.

Shen Yan's gaze slowly moved down.

It landed on their family information section.

Mother: Lin Huilan.

Condition: Neurodegenerative Synaptic Collapse Syndrome.

An extremely rare genetic disease with a complex and expensive treatment plan.

The file included a cost estimate from a medical institution.

Starting at eight million per year.

This figure was enough to crush any middle-class family.

Let alone them.

Shen Yan's eyes continued downward.

The father's entry.

It was blank.

Not 'deceased,' nor 'divorced.'

Just a cold blank space with no explanation.

As if this person had never existed in their lives.

An interesting piece of information.

Shen Yan closed the folder and casually placed it on his desk.

He looked out the window again.

He knew that the two brothers were currently rushing toward him from the other end of the city.

Carrying all their hope.

A dilapidated taxi stopped in front of the Technology Tower.

The door opened.

Lin Shen and Lin Mo stepped out.

They had changed into their most presentable clothes—shirts washed until slightly faded, yet impeccably ironed.

But standing before this building, which looked like it had walked out of a science fiction movie, they still felt their own insignificance.

The entire tower resembled a massive piece of carefully cut obsidian, piercing straight into the sky.

The building's surface was seamless photo-electric glass, flowing with visible bands of data light under the night sky.

The infinity symbol logo made of 'F' and 'T' on the roof emitted a soft yet firm light, like a star.

This was the dream destination for countless top talents.

The brothers took a deep breath and walked through the sensor door.

The lobby.

Extremely spacious, extremely minimalist, extremely high-tech.

The dome simulated a real-time starry sky, profound and vast.

The floor was smooth as a mirror, reflecting the figures coming and going.

Everyone here moved with purpose, their expressions focused.

They were either operating on light screens projected from their wrists or engaging in efficient, low-voiced conversations.

The air was filled with a calm and confident aura unique to the elite class.

Lin Shen and Lin Mo felt like creatures that had stumbled into another dimension.

Nervous, awkward, and even a little inferior.

Lin Mo subconsciously tugged at his brother's shirt sleeve.

"Brother, this place..."

Lin Shen patted his hand, signaling him to relax.

He walked up to the reception desk.

It was a streamlined service counter carved entirely from white jade.

The receptionist saw them and offered a standard professional smile.

"Hello, how may I help you?"

Lin Shen cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady.

"We have an appointment with Mr. Shen."

He was already prepared to be questioned, or even challenged.

However, the receptionist's smile did not change in the slightest.

She merely glanced at her terminal.

"May I ask if you are Mr. Lin Shen and Mr. Lin Mo?"

Lin Shen froze.

"Yes, we are."

"Very well, Mr. Shen is waiting for you. Please wait a moment."

Her voice carried through the internal communication system.

"President's Assistant's Office: Mr. Lin Shen and Mr. Lin Mo have arrived in the lobby."

The efficiency was terrifyingly high.

In less than a minute,

A capable-looking woman in a dark gray business suit hurried over.

She nodded at the two men.

"Gentlemen, please follow me."

She led them across the wide lobby, not toward the public elevator area,

But stopped in front of a seemingly solid wall panel.

She reached out and gently pressed a spot on the wall.

The wall slid open silently to both sides.

Inside was a private elevator compartment, entirely silver and emanating a metallic sheen.

"This is Mr. Shen's exclusive elevator,"

the female assistant explained softly.

Lin Shen and Lin Mo stepped inside.

The elevator interior had no superfluous buttons.

There was only a smooth screen displaying the words "Top Floor."

The door closed.

They felt no jolt of acceleration, nor did they hear any operational noise.

Only the floor numbers on the screen jumped rapidly.

Ding.

A soft chime.

The door opened.

An absolute silence washed over them.

The entire top floor was one single, vast space.

With the exception of a few support pillars, there were no partitions.

One side featured 360-degree floor-to-ceiling windows, placing the entire city nightscape beneath their feet without reservation.

The other side held a wall array composed of countless servers, their indicator lights blinking rhythmically like stars.

This was the brain of the entire building.

Chen Guangke was leaning by a desk, speaking to someone on the phone. Seeing them enter, he casually lifted his chin as a greeting.

Bai Ling stood before a massive data waterfall, her hands moving rapidly through the air, constructing complex models. She didn't even turn around.

Everyone was like a highly efficient gear within this precise system.

The female assistant led them to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A figure stood silently there,

overlooking the empire below.

"Mr. Shen, Mr. Lin Shen and the others have arrived."

The figure slowly turned around.

It was Shen Yan.

He was wearing simple black casual clothes, lacking any airs of a business magnate.

But his eyes were as deep and calm as the night sky above.

As if capable of discerning everything.

He said nothing.

He just looked at the two young men before him.

Watching their fists clench tightly due to nervousness.

Watching the mixture of anxiety, expectation, and a trace of unextinguished pride belonging to geniuses in their eyes.

Lin Shen and Lin Mo met his gaze.

In that moment, they suddenly understood.

They hadn't come today to beg for a job.

They had come to receive a judgment concerning their future destinies.

And the judge...

was the man before them.

Lin Shen felt his heart pounding in his chest, each beat throbbing painfully against his eardrums.

His younger brother, Lin Mo, was so tense that he subconsciously held his breath, his cheeks flushing with an unnatural redness.

This was a suppression formed purely by aura.

Unrelated to wealth, unrelated to status.