In a recording studio;
Behind the wooden table sat a brown-haired host in his forties or fifties wearing a coquettish tie.
To the right hand side of the host is a comfortable long sofa.
The person sitting on the sofa was William, who was wearing a dark suit, with his legs crossed and a kind smile on his face.
Behind the two people is a blue city night view, and in front of them are the camera crew and a group of audience members invited to watch the talk show.
<Conan Talk Show>.
This Conan is another Conan.
It is one of the most popular talk shows in the United States, and the host with a slightly sultry style is none other than Conan Orb Ryan, who has an IQ of 160.
Today is May 20, 2009, ten days away from William's birthday, which also means that he has lived in this world for almost three full years.
Maybe it's because Colonization Plan is progressing smoothly, or because the abnormal phenomena are no longer so frequent, and the soldiers are only injured but not sacrificed, etc., William is in a good mood.
He had a good impression of Original World, a talk show that Brother Long and Brother Jie had also appeared on, so he accepted the other party's invitation to record.
"?~~!" The drum set and Sakas' opening music sounded.
Along with the soothing tune, Conan also beat the wooden table rhythmically with his hands, and then leaned on the table with his left elbow and said to the camera:
"Good evening to you, I am your old friend Conan, and the guest here today... is quite powerful.
He is firmly ranked first in this year's Forbes rich list, and he also owns a company that brings the earth to Interstellar Age.
More importantly! He will only be twenty-two years old in ten days, my God!
Look at how many people have become trillionaires at such a young age, but at the age of forty-six, I am still sitting behind this broken wooden table hosting a show, and I have to be bullied by my wife when I get home, ugh..."
Conan raised his right hand to cover his face, and there were bursts of laughter from the audience.
"Okay, no more joking!" Conan turned his face, looked at William with a smile and said loudly in a long voice:
"We invite the owner of Umbrella Enterprises - William Russell!"
"Wow~!" Conan and the audience stood up and applauded.
William also stood up, first waved to the audience and the camera, then faced Conan and extended his hands to show respect.
And said, "Haha, I am honored to be on your show, Conan."
"Both each other!" Conan laughed.
Everyone sat down again.
Then Conan looked at William, raised his hands and stretched out his fingers, and asked with an exaggerated expression:
"William, I want to ask a question that can represent all the viewers here and in front of the TV screen!
How did Umbrella possess so many epoch-making Advanced Technologys 'overnight'? How?!
Like last year's ten space ships and this year's space Colony City, these can't be built with money at all, can they?!"
"Ah, this is a question." William responded quietly, still smiling, "Confidential."
"Uh..." Conan was stunned.
"Okay, I won't joke anymore." William shook his head and explained with a smile:
"Our family has had the most cutting-edge ideas and innovations for generations, but they were limited by the times decades or centuries ago.
When the time came to 2000, the shackles of this technology were gradually lifted, allowing our family to change the pattern of the world.
Another point, and the most important point, is that Umbrella is 'people-oriented'.
Umbrella can be as glorious and beautiful as it is today because there are countless unknown scientific researchers behind it, and it is they who have allowed science and technology to progress."
Having said this, William smiled at the camera and said, "Of course, Umbrella also welcomes talents from all walks of life to join and guarantees absolutely high benefits and high salaries."
"Hey, why are you still advertising?" Conan was successfully changed by William, and said pretending to be annoyed:
"William, you have to pay more to compensate us. You can't take advantage of it in vain."
"Haha, okay." William waved his hands indifferently.
The laughter from the audience came again.
Conan also smiled, and then continued the interview with William, saying, "We will not discuss those technological issues.
Let's talk about the aspect I want to know most, that is, how much money do you have?
Forbes estimates that your assets rank first in the world, that's an estimate, but what is the actual number?"
"This." William raised his hand and pinched his chin, shrugged and spread his hands:
"To be honest, I don't even know how much money I have. Besides, our family has never been able to disclose its assets. I'm sorry I can't answer that."
"I don't even know how much money I have..." Conan's body collapsed on the seat, his facial expression seemed to have been greatly shocked.
Said: "I also want to experience it..."
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William The time required to appear is not long or short, ten minutes. After all, inviting guests is just a part of the talk show.
For William personally, participating in a relaxing recording program can be regarded as a pastime in the "light" society.
Otherwise, if you face "darkness" every day, sooner or later you will be counterattacked.
Come backstage.
Hunk and Alpha were still the same, sitting on the seats provided by the staff, waiting for him.
Seeing William approaching, the Alphas stood up and packed their suits one after another, preparing to escort their boss out of here.
Looking at his dedicated bodyguards, William asked with a smile:
"I've kept you waiting for so long... Huh? By the way, I heard that there is a bar in the city center that sells good chicken wings. How about I treat you to a meal and let's go have some fun?"
The Alphas nodded politely and all looked at Hank, but Hank still agreed expressionlessly, "Okay."
William has long been accustomed to Hunk being cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and said, "Since everyone has no objections, let's set off."
"Yes, boss."
But it didn't take long.
"Buzz-buzz-" William felt a series of vibration reminders coming from the inner pocket of the suit.
Then he fumbled for a Bluetooth headset that could be connected to the Serena chip, put it on his ears, and asked the Serena in his inner pocket:
"Serena, is there an emergency?"
"Yes." Serena's voice came from the earphones:
"I noticed a cult organization a few months ago and sent several agents to infiltrate the organization.
Today, an agent finally gained the trust of the organization and successfully contacted the other party's senior management.
Judging from the data just sent back by the agents, it is confirmed that it is at least Keter-class other abnormal phenomena."
"Keter?" William's face sank.
The word Keter has not appeared for a long time, and even the vast majority of anomalies contained within this year are Safe-level, and even Euclid-level are only in single digits.
Looks like I have to work again.
"Okay, I understand." William said, and ordered to the Alphas beside him:
"The fried chicken plan is cancelled, now we have to return to Fire Spirit."