Chapter 415: Live until you are old and learn to be old!!)
"Mr. Damonette, you shouldn't be here." When Finch returned to the abandoned library with a cup of green tea, he was startled by the mystic standing in front of the iron gate. The bear who was supposed to be looking after the house was
At this moment, he is lying at Salomon's feet acting coquettishly. This is not a good sign. It not only means that Finch's stronghold has been exposed to "unrelated persons", but it also means that he and Mr. Reese have no idea what Salomon wants to do.
Can't stop it.
Salomon, who was discovered on the spot, said hello to Mr. Finch unhurriedly. Although it seemed that Salomon was sharing candy with Root now, Harold Finch did not know that they had talked before.
Something. Considering what Salomon revealed about his cooperative relationship with that machine, it is very likely that Root, who was imprisoned in this quiet room full of interference signals, has received new instructions from that machine.
"Where is Samn Shaw?" Salomon took his hand out of the metal stretch door, bent down and carefully poked the bear's head. He did not reveal his true purpose, but talked about a
Not a very important topic.
"Don't worry, this is just a family visit, it's just that it's a little hard to find here." Salomon smiled and took out a few glass jars from his bag and put them into the hands of Mr. Finch, who was a little overwhelmed and a little wary.
"This is a gift for you. My family has made a new pot of beef gravy that has been simmered for four days. It has a very rich taste. You can only eat this deliciousness in Michelin restaurants. This is red wine beef gravy, and this is black pepper beef.
Sauce, this is the original sauce that can be paired with a simple tomahawk steak or a filet that needs to be cooked more carefully."
After giving Finch the sealed glass jar, Salomon took out a bottle of red wine.
"I'm sorry, I didn't notify you before visiting. This is very rude. This is a gift for you." Salomon nodded slightly and apologized to Mr. Finch. The overly polite atmosphere made Mr. Finch subconsciously
He bowed his head and saluted, but when he straightened up, he forgot to struggle with the question "What did Salomon and Root communicate with?"
"Romanee-Conti." Mr. Finch took the red wine with his free hand. He looked at the label and year and roughly judged the value of the bottle. "This is a very expensive gift, Damonette."
gentlemen."
"But it's nothing to you and me." The $60,000 red wine was given away in the blink of an eye. It's really nothing to the mystic. The collection value of this level of red wine is far more than the tasting value.
High, and the U.S. dollar is just a piece of paper to him. Except for the necessary scientific research equipment that needs to be purchased with U.S. dollars, there is no place to spend anything else.
To this end, he specifically contacted a red wine supplier and signed a contract to supply various types of high-end red wine as a benefit to employees in the Eternal City.
Italian Conti red wine is one of the major red wine brands. The supplier also gave Salomon a bottle of 2012 red wine worth 4,600 US dollars as a gift. The bottle of Conti red wine in Finch’s hand was from 1995, which is enough for those with sufficient
For those who are knowledgeable about wine, this is a rare collection.
Root stood in front of the metal retractable door and watched the increasingly nerdy conversation between Mr. Finch and Salomon. She smiled and stuffed Skittles into her mouth, and reached out her hand to give the bear a few candies.
Salomon did tell her something and gave her something. This was a deal between artificial intelligence and Salomon. Root, as a top hacker and the executor of artificial intelligence, her and Salomon's positions
It's the same - even if it's a command from that machine, root will execute it without hesitation.
Don't ask about the reasons, don't ask about the results.
Such a good tool person, Salomon must strengthen her survivability. The circular amulet hanging around her neck was carved by Salomon himself using the copper shell of a bolter shell. The amulet has clover and Weishan on it.
In the Emperor's Prayer, root gets a luck value of 5 when faced with gun fire - this also means that within a range of almost ten meters, root also has a chance to dodge bullets fired from the opposite side.
"Oh, by the way." After a complicated and polite nonsense, Salomon finally remembered what he wanted to say. "If you see Samn Shaw, please remember to say hello to me," he said, "
My girlfriend wants to host a wine tasting at home, private, without many people coming. Shaw is one of Bayonetta's few friends, and I really want her to be there."
These are all excuses. What he wanted to do has been done. When he said goodbye, Root smiled and waved to him from behind the door. When Finch came back to his senses, he found that Salomon had crossed the portal and disappeared.
Gone without a trace.
"I want to eat New Yorker steak today, Harold." Root said with a smile, "I'll use the sauce brought by our good neighbor."
"Of course," said Finch, "but I beg you to tell me what exactly Salomon said to you."
"Prying into a lady's privacy is not the behavior of a gentleman." Root mocked the conversation between Salomon and Finch not long ago.
"You are not a lady, root. Ladies don't kill people."
"But you are a gentleman." Root smiled slyly, making Finch almost unable to refute, "Hurry up, I'm already hungry."
"Wow!" Little Bear stood up and agreed with Root's statement.
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"You are not Salomon. Salomon cannot be so polite! Tell me! What did you do to Salomon!" Nick Fury beat his chest, looking very angry and remorseful. Salomon, who was sitting opposite him, turned to
He rolled his eyes and pretended to leave.
He gave Nick Fury a farewell gift, which was the same level of red wine he gave to Finch. When Nick Fury knew the value of this bottle of red wine, Salomon knew that this guy must have embezzled public funds.
Sixty thousand dollars for a bottle of wine is neither too much nor too little. It is stuck between the middle class who grit their teeth to show off their wealth while paying off their mortgage and the real bourgeois rich. If Nick Fury is not a civil servant, he is not embezzling public funds.
, he absolutely cannot afford this kind of wine.
"Wait, wait." Nick Fury stopped Salomon. He had no intention of mentioning the Asgardians, let alone Salomon's super soldier plan. He had already arranged people to do this.
When something happened, the investigation results would naturally appear on his desktop. "Do you have anything to ask of me?" he said while putting the red wine on the table into the drawer, "This is not considered bribery, this is just between friends.
gift."
"Well, I want to ask you for a spot." Salomon sat back on the chair. SHIELD is about to be finished, so before SHIELD is finished, Salomon doesn't mind using the influence of this organization to help
Do something yourself.
"You also know that I will be managing a large organization, and I chose physics..."
Nick Fury nodded, and he roughly understood what Salomon meant, "You want to learn how to manage and operate a large organization, right?"
"That's not entirely true." Salomon shook his head. "As the head of the organization, I have enough manpower to manage, but I don't understand what will happen in a tightly structured organization."
"In other words, you want to learn how to do administration." Nick Fury asked, "You want to work in the U.S. government?"
"Not exactly," Salomon said. "The organization in the U.S. government is too magical and crude, like building blocks built by barbarians. The elected officials are unscreened, untrained, stupid and blind, and they take bribes and then make stupid statements.
Continuously. Working under such hands is like entering a pigsty full of dirty pigs."
Nick Fury looked at Salomon's crisp black striped suit, ironed shirt collar and blue handkerchief stuffed in his pocket, and he felt a bad premonition in his heart.
"I want you to help me get a place as a civil service intern in Whitehall." Salomon said with a smile. "I want to learn from cabinet secretaries how to manipulate conspiracy, buck-passing, shirking responsibility, taking bribes and inciting mobs."
"You want to take control of the British government!?"