When Tom came downstairs, he saw more than a dozen FBI employees. "Wait, what are you doing?" Tom shouted.
"You're the boss, right? We need to take away the hard drives containing this program," the FBI agent in the lead said expressionlessly.
"No. They contain important company data. You can't take them." Tom refused without a second thought. What kind of nonsense is that? If I let you take them, what am I supposed to do?
"The government will compensate you with a brand-new server. We're only taking a few hard drives, and I'm sure the data on them isn't that important. Someone will also come help you set up a new server. We guarantee you won't lose any clients, and we'll even find you a contract worth around ten million dollars."
The suited agent glanced at Tom and laid out the terms.
"Well, sir, serving the country is every citizen's duty. Take whatever you need, but we should still sign the relevant agreement." Tom spoke with righteous conviction.
"Fine, then it's settled. A lawyer will come find you." The suited agent waved his hand.
Tom did not refuse. With so many witnesses present, the other side could not possibly go back on their word. Sure enough, before long, their lawyer arrived.
While Tom was dealing with the matter, several important executives were holding a meeting at another company's headquarters elsewhere in the city.
"So... Boss, what do we do?" The security officer attending the meeting was at a loss for words.
"Are you sure this data is real?" the boss asked after hesitating.
"It's real, Boss. We tested it several times while checking the servers. This network data transmission optimization program... is over 35% more efficient than our original program. That means we've freed up at least 35% of