Meeting President Paris and Negotiating
Once inside the Truth Tower, Lin Yu once again deeply felt just how well Fu Luo was doing in the City That Never Sleeps.
The Miss had just led him to the public elevator when she saw the private elevator next to it open.
Two men, who appeared to be high-ranking executives at Truth Company, hurried out of the building. They were thinning hair and around forty years old.
Seeing Lin Yu standing at the door, the two quickly went to greet him.
"Your Excellency Sherlock, this way please!"
Lin Yu glanced at the nameplates on the chest of their suits.
A-3 and B-1 are already at the management level, such as department heads and project team leaders, but in front of "Fu Luo," they appear so obsequious and nervous, like primary school students meeting their school leaders.
They even used the title "Your Excellency"—a respectful term usually used only by Commoner to address Noble, or by lower-ranking Noble to address higher-ranking Noble, in the City That City That Never Sleeps.
Although the rules are less strict nowadays, this term can sometimes be used to address high-ranking officials in the Three Great Corporations who do not hold titles, as a sign of respect...
However, the fact that this title can be used still indicates that the person being addressed is of high rank, great power, and noble status.
Lin Yu, in the same manner as Fu Luo, maintained his composure and nobility, nodding slightly.
He wasn't sure if these two knew Fu Luo or how familiar Fu Luo with him, so Lin Yu simply didn't greet them.
Perhaps it's because Fu Luo's usual way of interacting with them is different...
Now that he is in a "superior" position, he naturally doesn't need to explain his actions to them.
Led by the two men, Lin Yu entered the elevator. As expected, his somewhat indifferent attitude left the two executives of Truth Company puzzled. After helping Lin Yu press the floor button, they each stood in a corner, staring at the elevator wall without saying a word.
Soon, the elevator arrived at the ninety-ninth floor and came to a slow stop. The elevator doors opened, revealing a spacious, carpeted, and lavishly decorated corridor.
This is less like a corridor in an office building and more like the lobby of a luxury hotel.
The entire 99th floor has only one office, which belongs to Paris, the current de facto head of Truth Company and the man who stands at the pinnacle of power below the Royal Nobles the City of City That Never Sleeps.
After the two executives entered this floor, their cautious expressions became even more pronounced.
Leading Lin Yu to the end of the corridor, two middle-aged men stood on either side of a heavy double wooden door.
"Lord Sherlock, please wait a moment."
The one on the left, A-3, said this, and then pressed the button on the side of the door.
"Bite--"
The doorbell rang softly, and a moment later, a deep, resonant voice answered.
Come in.
Upon hearing this, the two middle-aged executives opened the heavy double wooden door for Lin Yu.
Lin Yu walked in and saw an office that was also extremely luxuriously furnished.
The sofa, tea table, curtains, and carpet are all undoubtedly top-tier luxury items.
In addition, numerous exquisite art collections, such as sculptures and portraits, are displayed on the walls on both sides.
Lin Yu glanced at them briefly and found that the style of many of the collectibles... didn't seem to be something this world could have.
After all, as Stiller said, the world where the City That Never Sleeps is located has no sea.
But Lin Yu saw an Oil Painting depicting Sea Monster.
Behind the huge desk directly opposite the end of the door, a man in a bright orange casual suit sat, flipping through a... recipe book.
Lin Yu stepped inside, and the wooden door behind him slowly closed with a heavy thud.
The man in the orange suit looked up, and a wide, enthusiastic smile appeared on his otherwise gentle and refined face, which seemed completely at odds with his appearance.
"Ha ha ha, Mr. Sherlock —I've heard so much about you!"
"The greatest 'Detective' of the City That Never Sleeps, a living legend, the pinnacle of natural human Wisdom —meeting him today, he truly lives up to his reputation!"
Lin Yu looked at the man and smiled back.
"President Paris, you are quite the handsome man yourself."
Paris laughed again, revealing eight white, strong, and even teeth.
The smartly dressed man stood up from behind his desk and walked to the sofa.
"Come, sit down, Mr. Sherlock!"
President Paris led Lin Yu to sit on the sofa in the reception area. The two sat facing each other across a terrazzo coffee table, and Paris waved to him.
Two very conservatively dressed maids, wearing full-face masks, emerged from a hidden door in the corner of the room and stood behind Paris.
"Water or tea?"
"Water will do."
Paris nodded. "Okay... but the water is Orange Water."
Lin Yu was somewhat surprised. "What... what about the tea?"
"The tea is orange tea."
Even Lin Yu was taken aback.
President Paris laughed again, "Haha, I never expected the famous legendary 'Detective' to make such an expression."
"Anyway, Orange Water will do."
As Lin Yu spoke, Paris waved his hand.
"Did you hear me? Go and prepare—make sure it's done well; this is a very distinguished guest."
After Paris finished speaking, the two maids withdrew without saying a word.
He looked at Lin Yu, took a fresh orange from the fruit plate on the coffee table, and then slowly began to peel it.
"Alright, Mr. Sherlock, what brings you here so suddenly?"
Lin Yu wasn't surprised when Paris got to the point.
Of course, he couldn't directly say that he wanted to find Nightless Sky Huo Le through Paris —that would be far too suspicious.
However, Lin Yu had already prepared his explanation and perfectly legitimate reasons.
He looked at Paris, tapped the table with a smile, and calmly said, "Of course, I'm here for compensation."
President Paris slowly peeled off a strip of orange peel, tore it off at the joint, then put the peel in his mouth and smiled as he spoke.
"Compensation? I don't quite understand what you mean, Lord Sherlock."
Lin Yu watched as President Paris chewed on an orange peel, then crossed his legs.
"Stop playing dumb. My initial contact with you proves I didn't want to escalate the situation. Besides, I just want compensation, not Revenge..."
Lin Yu leaned back, looking at President Paris —although the two were sitting on the same plane, Lin Yu felt as if he were looking down at Paris.
"Paris, President Paris, Your Excellency Paris... When I went to the Despair Train, your men killed me on the train. How should this be settled?"
As he spoke, his tone turned cold.
"Sending the Head of Truth Company Security Department Delta Group and its entire team, even using the Wrath Throne on its own... Am I really a 'living legend' in your eyes? Did it really take this much effort to kill me?"
"You really have some nerve!"