864: Chapter 859 Finding You a Companion

"When 'asking heaven' integrates into that center..."

"All the little tricks he left behind will become nourishment for 'asking heaven's' evolution."

"At that time, he will discover..."

"He thought he was disgusting me."

"In reality, he was just working for me."

Chen Guangke scratched his head and chuckled.

"It really has to be you, Brother Yan."

"Is this what they call fattening up the pig before slaughtering it?"

Shen Yan didn't reply. He looked at the demolition ruins in the distance.

That area was designated as the site for the Quantum Computing Center.

"Prepare to start construction."

"We don't have much time left."

"Tiannuo Biology should realize very soon what they lost in Switzerland."

Shen Yan turned around and straightened his collar.

"From now on, it won't just be a game of cat and mouse."

"It will be a lion fighting a rabbit."

Chen Guangke holstered his Glock. The playful smile vanished from his face, replaced by an aura of murderous intent.

"Understood."

"If they dare to reach out, I'll chop off their claws."

Underground parking lot.

Franz sat in the back seat of the maybach.

He watched the street scenery flashing by outside the window, gently tapping a rhythm on his knee.

It was the melody of Wagner's 'Ride of the Valkyries'.

A barely perceptible, wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Shen Yan..."

"You are indeed formidable."

"You are the first person to push me to this extent."

"I will build that computing center for you flawlessly."

"But..."

Franz pulled out a screw he had casually pocketed from the front desk.

He played with it in his hand.

"Don't think you'll have it too easy either."

"I will adjust the noise frequency of the central air conditioning vent to precisely the Hertz level that induces mild anxiety."

"Only in my office will it be quiet."

"This is the price for making me run around for four months."

He flicked the screw into the air and caught it steadily.

The summer in Jinghai City arrived early. It was barely past May, and the asphalt roads were already shimmering with an oily sheen from the heat.

The air conditioning in Shen Yan's office was set very high.

It was a private space on the top floor of the Tiansheng Building, surrounded on all four sides by specially made one-way bulletproof glass.

From here, looking down, the majority of Jinghai City lay beneath him, with pedestrians and vehicles resembling busy ants moving house.

When Franz pushed the door open, he was still carrying that tool case, which looked somewhat rusty.

His blond hair was still messy, like a bird's nest, but the cheap T-shirt he wore had been replaced with a custom Armani shirt.

Although the buttons were still fastened incorrectly.

He wasn't polite, heading straight for the leather sofa opposite Shen Yan and propping his expensive handmade leather shoes onto the coffee table.

"I just don't understand."

Franz stared at Shen Yan, who was reviewing documents, his bright blue eyes filled with a look of utter bewilderment.

"Don't you feel irritated at all?"

Shen Yan didn't even lift his head, signing his strong, powerful name at the end of the document with his pen.

"Irritated by what?"

"The sound!"

Franz pointed to the central air conditioning vent overhead.

"I ground down the cutting angle of the fan blades—3 millimeters—and added a resonance chamber in the return duct."

He spoke as if showing off a LEGO creation he had just completed.

"The current wind noise frequency is precisely stuck at 18.9 Hertz."

"That's on the edge of infrasound. Although the human ear can't hear it, it acts directly on the central nervous system."

"Theoretically, anyone staying in this room for more than half an hour will experience inexplicable anxiety, palpitations, or even nausea."

Franz glanced at the wall clock.

"You've been sitting here for four hours."

"Forget anxiety, I see your heart rate hasn't even exceeded seventy beats per minute."

"Are you a robot?"

Shen Yan closed the file and gently clicked the cap back onto his Montblanc pen.

The crisp click sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet office.

He finally raised his head to look at the frustrated genius madman.

"Franz, you are indeed a genius."

"But have you forgotten who maintains the security system for this building now?"

Franz froze for a moment.

"You mean 'asking heaven'?"

"Impossible. This is a purely physical modification. It's not networked; your AI can't monitor it."

Shen Yan picked up the coffee beside him and pointed under the desk.

"You said it yourself. It's a physical structure."

"Since it's a physical structure, it can be counteracted by physical means."

"The day after you finished tampering, I had Chen Guangke install an anti-phase sound wave generator under the desk."

"Just like noise-canceling headphones."

"The anxiety you created was completely canceled out before it even reached my ears."

Franz abruptly sprang up from the sofa and knelt on the floor to look under the desk.

Sure enough, a black square box was flashing a faint red light, still working silently.

"Damn it!"

Franz punched the floor, but then immediately started laughing again, like a child.

"Interesting."

"Using anti-phase waves to cancel infrasound interference requires extremely high sampling precision."

"It seems your subordinate, Chen Guangke, isn't entirely just a brute who only knows how to shoot."

He brushed the dust off his knees and sat back down on the sofa.

"Fine, you win this round."

"But I have a backup plan. For example, slightly increasing the acceleration of your private elevator..."

"Save it."

Shen Yan interrupted him and casually tossed a new file over.

"Keep those childish games for Chen Guangke."

"Get ready. We're going abroad tonight."

Franz caught the file, not even bothering to open it.

"Not going."

"The foundation for the Quantum Computing Center was just laid. I'm busy explaining to those idiotic construction workers what 'tolerance' means."

"If I don't watch them, they'll build the quantum collider into a concrete mixer."

Shen Yan leaned back in his chair, interlocking his long fingers in front of him.

"This trip is to find you a companion."

"Someone whose head is filled with as much mischief as yours."

Hearing this, Franz became interested.

He raised an eyebrow and casually opened the file.

The file was thin, containing only one photo and a few pages of simple resume information.

The photo showed a man who looked to be in his early thirties.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses and a meticulously tailored British three-piece suit. His hair was combed flawlessly.

His face held a smile that made people feel instantly comfortable, looking exactly like a young professor deeply loved by students at some university.

"Pei Jue."

Franz read the name and pouted.

"Looks like an insurance salesman."

"Is he in technology too?"

"No."

Shen Yan stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the neon lights gradually lighting up outside.

"He's in supply chain management."