Chapter 120 Target: Klaus!

In the Hong Kong of the 1980s, the night was like water, and the prosperity was like fire.

A black Rolls-Royce drove steadily along the banks of Victoria Harbour.

Outside the car window, neon signs were like flowing rivers of color, burning the night sky crimson.

Inside the car, Lin Xi, wearing a grey zhongshan suit, leaned against the leather seat with an indifferent expression.

In the passenger seat was Xiao Mo, the bodyguard sent by the organization.

He was tense, his right hand constantly and subconsciously guarding his waist.

This bizarre world made him feel uneasy, always feeling that enemy spies were hiding in those colorful lights.

"Mr. Lin, the night view of Victoria Harbour is the most beautiful in all of Asia."

Mr. Huo sat beside him, fingers pinching a cigar, while his peripheral vision scrutinized Lin Xi.

For a mainlander coming to Hong Kong for the first time, even if they were the children of high-ranking officials.

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Once they got into this car and looked at the scene outside the window, they would more or less show timidity or reveal envy.

But Lin Xi was too calm.

In those eyes, let alone envy, there was even a hint of... disdain?

Lin Xi withdrew his gaze and said indifferently:

"The planning is too chaotic, and the light pollution is severe."

"The infrastructure will age faster than you imagine."

"If you don't engage in industrial upgrading, these neon lights will just be the final afterglow."

Mr. Huo was stunned.

If someone else had said these words, it would be sour grapes.

But coming from Lin Xi's mouth, it carried a sense of condescending superiority.

As if the prosperity he had seen was a hundred or a thousand times more magnificent than everything before his eyes.

The barrage in the live broadcast room instantly flooded the screen, filled with a cheerful atmosphere:

【Streamer is acting cool! This crappy light show isn't even as bright as our current third-tier county city.】

【Mr. Huo doesn't know that the Streamer is looking from a perspective forty years in the future; this is called dimensional reduction contempt.】

【Xiao Mo: It's too dangerous here, there are sugar-coated bullets of capitalism everywhere!】

【The Streamer has finally unlocked a new map!】

Mr. Huo laughed, shook his head, and thought to himself that he had almost been bluffed by this young man.

"The younger generation is truly formidable."

He took a puff of his cigarette and cut to the point:

"The patent applications for this year's servo motors and m1 kit have all been handled for you."

"I'll have the law firm send the documents to your hotel later."

After a pause, Mr. Huo couldn't help but ask:

"However... aren't you being a bit too crazy with these patent applications?"

"Last year, you applied for over 300 for neodymium iron boron, and this year, you've already thrown over 300 more at me."

Mr. Huo flicked the ash, his tone strange:

"The amount you've applied for in these past six months or so is equivalent to the total of a regular technology company over several years..."

"The people at the law firm are grinning from ear to ear."

Lin Xi straightened up, and the nonchalant expression on his face disappeared.

"Mr. Huo, this money must be spent."

"The money spent now is to earn more money in the future."

"With a patent moat."

"In the future, it will be us choking others."

Mr. Huo looked at him deeply, and after a long while, exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Alright, as long as you know what you're doing."

The car fell silent for a few seconds, then Mr. Huo changed the subject:

"Now that your operation is spread so wide, have you considered registering a company directly in Hong Kong? It would facilitate operations."

"Yes, I actually intended to ask for your help in facilitating that on this trip."

"A small matter. I'll have someone coordinate with you later."

Mr. Huo asked casually: "Have you thought of a name for the company?"

Lin Xi's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mysterious smile.

"I thought of the name a long time ago."

"What is it?"

Lin Xi's eyes burned, and he slowly spat out four words:

"Demacia!"

Mr. Huo: "???"

What the hell? A joint venture between Germany and Malaysia?

At that very moment, the live broadcast room, which had been discussing patents,

The barrage erupted like a volcano, completely blowing up!

【Holy crap, holy crap!! Streamer, are you serious?!】

【Demacia??? Is this the wicked humor of a transmigrator? Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter!】

【What's wrong with this name? It sounds like a tech company full of justice! (Dog head)】

【Everyone stand up! While there's a man, the tower stands!】

【The Bush Trio sends their congratulations!】

【Long live Demacia!】

...

Soon, the car slowly pulled up to the entrance of the Peninsula Hotel.

In the magnificent lobby, a uniformed doorman opened the car door.

Lin Xi straightened his collar and strode inside with Xiao Mo.

That simple zhongshan suit looked out of place among the crowd of people in suits and leather shoes.

But the calm and composed aura on him managed to exude the air of "I am in charge here."

On the way, Mr. Huo had already laid all his cards on the table.

The paper signed by "Watermen" had caused a sensation in Europe.

Quite a few people had tried to contact Watermen through various channels.

Mr. Huo had screened them for a long time and finally confirmed Klaus as the target for this mission.

"His name is Klaus."

"He is the technical director of a century-old high-precision gear machine tool factory in Switzerland."

"Japan's Seiko quartz watches have crushed Switzerland's mechanical watches, and their factory is on the verge of bankruptcy."

"Klaus has always wanted to build a 'sub-micron' spindle to resolve the crisis."

"But he has never succeeded."

"Now, he is pinning all his hopes on that 'Watermen' technology to save his life."

【Holy crap! The Streamer's thinking is broad! I always thought that article by the Streamer was to 'fish for equipment,' I didn't expect it was to 'fish for an expert'!】

【Seriously, with an expert, you have a continuous supply of equipment. It's much more cost-effective than just getting equipment!】

【Curious, how will the Streamer bluff... scratch that, convince a foreign expert to go to China at this time?】

The three of them walked through the lobby to the coffee bar in the corner.

There were quite a few guests at the time, and several tables of blonde, blue-eyed foreigners were talking in low voices.

At a round table by the window, however, the atmosphere was tense.

An old man with gray hair and glasses was slamming the table loudly, his spit almost spraying onto the face of the young assistant opposite him.

"Two days! Two whole days!"

Klaus roared,

"I have wasted 48 whole hours in this place full of the stench of money and illiterates!"

"Is this your attitude towards science?"

Mr. Huo's assistant was pale with fright and could only apologize repeatedly in English.

"Shut up!"

Klaus interrupted him rudely,

"I don't want to hear your apologies!"

"I want to see 'Watermen'!"

"If that genius doesn't appear tomorrow, I'm going back!"

"And I will tell the entire European engineering community that the Huo Group is just a bunch of liars who only know how to waste time!"

The surrounding guests cast strange glances.

At a table not far away, a tall blonde woman in a red trench coat was elegantly stirring her coffee.

Hearing the commotion, her beautiful blue eyes lifted slightly.

She swept a glance at Klaus, a faint smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.

【Is this old man Klaus? The soul of Swiss precision? He looks like a manic patient.】

【Fun fact: Klaus von Schneider, known as the 'last manual grinder.' This old man is a paranoid; he can go three days without sleep just to grind a spindle. Unfortunately, the glory of the mechanical age has been crushed by the electronic age. He urgently needs to solve the thermal drift problem of CNC machine tools, otherwise, his factory will only be able to sell scrap metal.】

【Addition! He is a bachelor! No family! No hobbies other than machine tools.】

【This must be why Mr. Huo chose him and not someone else!】

Lin Xi looked at the information in the barrage and felt confident.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

He adjusted his cuffs, walked straight to Klaus's table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"Mr. Klaus, this coffee won't taste good once it gets cold."

Lin Xi said in fluent English.

Klaus turned his head sharply, staring at this young man who had suddenly appeared.

He was probably in his early twenties, wearing cheap clothes, and had no valuable accessories on him.

"Who are you?"

Klaus narrowed his eyes,

"A waiter?"

"Or a new errand boy Mr. Huo found to carry bags?"

"I am the representative of Mr. Watermen."

Lin Xi leaned back in his chair, fingers crossed, "You can call me Lin."

"A representative?"

Klaus was stunned for a moment, then, as if he had heard some huge joke, burst into a harsh laugh.

"Ha! God, is this the representative of that mysterious genius?"

He pointed at Lin Xi's nose, his finger trembling,

"A wet-behind-the-ears Oriental kid?"

"Or does Watermen think his theory is too profound, so he just sent some little kid to dismiss me?"

"I think you don't know Watermen at all!"

Klaus stood up abruptly.

He grabbed the briefcase by his feet and slammed several photocopied papers onto the ground.

That was the "bait" Lin Xi had released earlier—

A part of "The End of Error."

"This is a clumsy scam!"

"In this academic desert, it's impossible for anyone to understand this kind of high-level algorithm!"

Klaus roared,

"I've had enough!"

"This is an insult to my intelligence!"