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"Gulp—"
The man raised his glass with force, tilting his head back to pour the whiskey down his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed as the liquid spilled from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the bar, as if this fiery drink could extinguish the chaotic data and calculations swirling in his mind.
But… it seemed it wasn't enough.
"Another drink!" he shouted hoarsely, extending a trembling hand to grasp the glass, as if this clear liquid was his last salvation.
In that instant—
"Smack."
A hand firmly pressed down on his wrist.
The man froze for a moment, startled by the sudden touch, and turned sharply to find a pair of slightly reddened eyes fixed intently on Huang Haoran.
"Who the hell are you?!" His tone carried a hint of anger, the alcohol amplifying his agitation. "Why do you care about me?!"
He tried to break free but found Huang Haoran's grip as steady as a rock, unyielding.
Huang Haoran showed no hostility; instead, he smiled gently, his voice soft yet carrying an undeniable authority.
"Brother, drinking alone is too lonely."
"How about I keep you company?"
His voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it resonated like an order that could not be ignored, piercing through the haze of the drunken man's mind.
The man's breath quickened for a moment, his brow furrowing. Although the alcohol dulled his senses, his instincts told him that the person who had suddenly sat beside him was definitely not ordinary.
His hand was still pinned down, the whiskey remained on the table, and his mind began to struggle: What does this guy want? Is he here to pick a fight? Or… does he have another purpose?
Even though he was already dizzy from drinking, a flicker of caution and wariness still shone in the depths of his eyes.
Huang Haoran did not force the other party to accept him immediately; someone like this needed to be slowly coaxed.
He raised his hand to signal the bartender, not to order more alcohol, but to request two glasses of water.
The bartender looked surprised but quickly placed two clear glasses of water on the bar.
Huang Haoran pushed one glass in front of the man and picked up the other for himself, smiling as he said:
"Brother, let’s drink this first to ease up a bit. Too much alcohol is bad for your health."
"You seem a bit down. What's wrong? Drinking alone?"
The man frowned, initially showing some impatience, but Huang Haoran's calm tone carried an undeniable stability that made it hard to refuse.
He glanced at the glass of water, sighed, and ultimately picked it up, downing it in one go.
The cold water slid down his throat, seemingly washing away some of his drunkenness and dulling the anger inside him.
He swallowed hard, shook his head, and let out a cold laugh, his voice tinged with reluctance and anger.
"Damn it…"
"I'm not taken seriously in my company's research!"
"Clearly... everything is within reach...!"
His hand gripped the table tightly, the veins on the back of his hand slightly bulging.
"But those old fools in the company refuse to let go of their outdated theories!"
"Conventional thinking! It limits their vision! It restricts the true technological revolution!"
"So what?" Huang Haoran gently rotated the cup in his hand, his tone unchanged. "You can just continue your research, can't you?"
The man scoffed, a mocking expression on his face. "Do you think I don't want to?!"
"Over the years, my research has brought Energy Conversion Efficiency close to breaking the critical threshold!"
"Just a little more! Just a bit more! But..."
He took a deep breath, gritting his teeth, his eyes filled with unwillingness. "I need a certain key gas to make the final breakthrough...!"
"But no one is willing to give me the resources! No one is willing to believe in me! Instead... they just want to kick me out!"
"They only say my theories don't meet standards; they only say my research is too fanciful..."
"...And what’s the result?" Huang Haoran's tone was casual, but his eyes sparkled with excitement.
"The result?" The man sneered, gripping the wine glass tightly. "The result is that my position in the company is constantly declining! I'm about to be fired!"
"..."
At that moment, a certain thought began to take shape in Huang Haoran's mind. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
"What exactly is the gas that you lack?"
The words hung in the air like a probing rope, slowly cast toward the drunken man.
Upon hearing this, the man furrowed his brow sharply, a flicker of wariness and suspicion flashing in his eyes.
"You know so much... what do you want?"
His voice was deep, tinged with a hoarse drunkenness, but suddenly his tone turned cold and hard.
"Who... who are you? What is your purpose?"
The previously languid demeanor vanished in an instant; his muscles tensed slightly, like a wolf cornered and ready to bite back at any moment.
Huang Haoran chuckled lightly, raising his hands in a gesture of harmlessness.
"Hey, don't be nervous, brother."
He leisurely pulled out an exquisite business card from his pocket and slid it across to the man. "Here’s my card; take a look."
The man hesitated for a moment but eventually reached out to take it. Squinting in the dim light, he examined it closely.
Printed on the card were several bold words—
"Huang Haoran — Founder & CEO of Foot Odor Energy Company."
A flicker of confusion crossed the man's eyes, as if he were questioning whether he had drunk enough to start hallucinating at the sight of such a strange company name.
"Foot... odor... energy?"
He furrowed his brows and looked up at Huang Haoran, his eyes filled with skepticism, as if waiting for an explanation.
Huang Haoran calmly took a sip of water, then smiled slightly and laid his cards on the table.
"I plan to establish a brand new energy conglomerate."
"A company that will disrupt the existing market and usher in a new era of Foot Odor Energy."
His tone was calm, yet brimming with absolute confidence, as if this endeavor was already a done deal, merely a matter of time.
The man's gaze shifted slightly, remaining silent as he clearly processed this sudden information.
Huang Haoran did not rush him but continued to speak in a measured tone—
"I possess a unique gas."
"This gas is rich in immense energy, and if we can find the right extraction method, it could become the world's most powerful new energy source!"
"But the problem is—"
He paused slightly, locking his gaze onto the man, his voice low and profound—
"I lack the technology for extraction."
"I need someone who truly understands the field and possesses innovative thinking to help me realize this plan."
At this point, Huang Haoran slowly extended his hand and gently patted the man's shoulder, his tone carrying an almost seductive magnetism.
"And you seem to be just the person I need."
"How about it? Are you interested in hearing more?"
The man raised an eyebrow, his gaze scrutinizing Huang Haoran in front of him, as if trying to find a flaw in the other man's expression, tone, or eyes.
Yet, he found nothing.
Huang Haoran's eyes were as steady as an abyss, and his smile concealed an indescribable confidence.
A kind of power that made one unconsciously want to believe in him.
"Wait... this is too strange..."
Alarm bells rang in the man's mind as he tried to shake off this unusual feeling. He abruptly shook his head, attempting to calm his racing thoughts.
But it was futile.
"Perhaps... this really is an opportunity?"
This thought was like a seed, silently embedding itself in his mind and then growing wildly, spreading its roots.
He found himself caught in hesitation, trapped in a struggle.
His rationality told him—
"This person is too mysterious, too crazy; this company even sounds like a joke..."
But his inner voice urged him—
"This is the only chance."
"I'm on the verge of being kicked out of the company; I have nowhere else to turn."
"If I want to prove my theory is correct, who else can I rely on?"
"Perhaps... I can really take a gamble on him."
After a long silence, the man finally nodded slowly.
He set down his glass, took a deep breath, and then looked at Huang Haoran, his tone low, laced with a hint of stubbornness and helplessness as he spoke—
"...Lin Tianyou."
"My name."
Huang Haoran's lips curled slightly upward, and a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
"Very well, Lin Tianyou—welcome to my plan to change the world."
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