Oh, right, we don't even know if he has mastered the manufacturing method of the new generation of lithography machines. Henry, tell me, is that guy named Qiao Ze a god? Well, even if he were a god, we don't have the slightest chance to meet this god, not a single one. Is that reasonable?"
Clearly, the big shot was on the verge of exploding.
And he had every reason to.
It was bad enough that a mere model had stumped everyone, but they had invested tens of millions to get close to Qiao Ze, and yet they couldn't exchange a single word with him.
The profile of Qiao Ze had to rely on public information and the correspondence between Qiao Ze and those professors.
And they were all discussing fundamental academic questions.
As for messages about applied directions, they couldn't analyze a thing.
This truly was infuriating.
Although the CIA's expenditures didn't need nor could possibly be disclosed to the public, spending so much and gaining so little was still unbearable for him.
