Black Lion was glib-tongued. Speaking of "aberration," he suddenly jumped to Old Elers. "The old man is stubborn about this. You know how elderly people's minds are.
"Although aberration is the most likely way to make big money, and an irreversible trend besides, he's always had reservations about it. He's deeply resistant to it and doesn't trust this line of thinking or design..."
"So you don't like him?" Blood Demon sneered, forcefully cutting in. "Aberration is awakening—aren't you its most enthusiastic promoter of that ridiculous claim?"
"Then you're mistaken. I don't know about other places, but the Slope City Pingmao Experimental Zone is comparatively better. Black Africa, where I am, and the Old World subcontinent are both openly living experiment fields. Within the traditional research system, they have their own unique value.
"The problem is that core technology is always difficult to keep in our hands, and Aberration Technology is no exception. If the general trend turns conservative and maintains the status quo, it won't be too bad for people like us who live off profits. But if radical trends run rampant, the experiment fields will lose their special status and their value will diminish. If there are no technological returns either, where am I supposed to make money?
"So not only do I not promote it, I deliberately keep a low profile. That is my basic position. There can be no mistake about it."
Blood Demon raised his brows, still intending to argue with Black Lion, but Ronan spoke first. "We can discuss Mr. Black Lion's position later. But as a major capitalist with no technical background, what is the core logic behind Old Elers's insistence? Is it intuition that surpasses technical personnel, or is it pure conservatism?"
In truth, he was not asking Black Lion. He was looking