Only after a long while did Guo Jiuxiao toss the slip of paper onto the table and look up at Jiang Hao. "Chairman Jiang, how did you come up with research so utterly devoid of moral boundaries-and then put it into practice?"
Jiang Hao replied coolly, "Professor Guo, sometimes there's no need to know too much. All I need to know is that the eggs from this poultry farm taste good. Do I really need to find out what the hens laying them look like?"
Guo Jiuxiao leaned back against the sofa. "If the hen is a freak even among hens, then yes, I'd like to know more. Frankly, I'm very curious about what sort of person could conduct research like this. I even question whether he still counts as human."
"Professor Guo, curiosity killed the cat."
Guo Jiuxiao's expression remained grave. "I thought I was ruthless enough. Compared to you, Chairman Jiang, I feel like a saint worthy of being enshrined in the imperial ancestral temple after my death."
The corners of Jiang Hao's mouth lifted slightly in disdain. "Enshrined in the imperial ancestral temple? Those temples collapsed a century ago! Who even knows which ruins they're buried in now? As for saints-what Sequence are they? What tier of items can they develop? Can they keep you and me alive? Those words of yours are rather childishly innocent, Professor Guo."
Guo Jiuxiao adjusted his glasses and countered, "Haven't you heard that even a vicious tiger won't eat its cubs, Chairman Jiang? Jiang Changqing was your son, your chosen heir. If you could treat even him like that, how can an ally with no ties of blood or marriage to you feel safe?"
"First, I have indeed arranged for an heir. But my heir isn't Jiang Changqing. To tell you