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Some people say I am a Frankenstein, some say I am the richest man in the world, some say I am a playboy, some say I am a ghost death... No, those are all wrong. Luke Shall stood in front of the Wall of Origins and said lightly, "I'm just a genius." to read chapters ahead go to https://www.pa treon.com/Lordbritonovels This is a translation and English is not my first language, but I am striving to improve. This fanfic doesn't belong to me I am just translating the novel. original novel link:- https://m.qidian.com/book/1020709230/catalog if you are the original owner and want me to stop translating message me

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Chapter 6- I Name the Hero

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Exclaims came from the conference room.

On the big screen, I saw a strong young man with S on his chest lifting the burning oil well and threw it to the sea.

boom!

The oil well exploded, and crimson flames filled the entire screen. Just when everyone thought the young man was buried in a sea of ​​flames, he rushed out unscathed, and the hair on his head danced with the wind, not missing.

The picture turns.

It was the young man with S on his chest, dragging a cruise ship larger than a building to walk in the ice and snow. The cruise ship swept across the ice, leaving a crack 100 meters wide.

Cindy covered her mouth and exclaimed. The others were shocked and couldn't believe it.

That's a cruise ship! The weight of tens of thousands of tons was dragged away by people, and it still has no face.

Zachs murmured.

"This this…"

"I'll talk about it after reading it."

Click on another video file, the picture is dark, the night sky is overcast with clouds, row upon row of Gothic buildings, and the dark tones cover the entire city. This is Gotham, the city with the highest crime rate in the United States, and the old neighbor of the metropolis. The people in the conference room are no strangers.

Under the swaying street light, a ghostly figure like a bat fell from the sky. After a thrilling fight, the gang members who were dealing in drugs all lay on the ground, moaning in pain.

The picture turns again, and it seems to be an underground factory that makes drugs. A group of bats rushes through the windows of the building, flying around, the lights are dimmed one by one, and they are caught in the dark factory. From time to time, there are wailing of horror, as if something terrible is attacking them.

The atmosphere of horror lasted for a long time until the police arrived, the vision was restored.

The gang responsible for supervising the workers was detained together, headed over their chests, where there was a scarlet bat brand.

The video ends here, Luke turned off the big screen, glanced around in the meeting room, and said,

"Everyone, what do you think?"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and they don't speak. Many of them have heard of superhuman events, but they have heard and seen it are two different things, especially the young man with black hair on his chest. Drag the cruise ship, is this something normal humans can do?

"video..."

"The video is real, not film and television production, let alone post-processing."

Luke put his hands around his chest and said lightly.

"I want to hear what you think about these two guys."

"I think it's cool. Punishing the drug trade and helping others. They are heroes."

Luke nodded, "What else?"

A female employee of the marketing department stood up and said, "I'm curious how their power comes from, are they... gods?"

"Natasha, I tell you very seriously, there is no god in the world."

"What about God? God is not God?"

"Religious issues aside, we mainly discuss these two people and these two videos. What do you think if you post them on ShowMe?"

As soon as the problem came out, the meeting room was silent again. Everyone was not stupid. It was very clear how much impact the two videos would have if they were distributed.

Robert Downs coughed.

"They will become the focus of public opinion. ShowMe will be popular all over the country. Of course, there will be no fewer troubles. Superhuman incidents have always existed. The government just doesn't want to attract too many people's attention. If we take the lead in doing this..."

Philip Arthur answered,

"The FBI, the CIA, the federal government, and the state government will all talk to companies and demand that the video be removed. If they refuse, they are likely to take coercive measures."

Luke smiled, "What kind of coercive measures have taken me to jail?"

"That is the worst-case scenario, and the usual solution is a cyber attack."

"hacker?"

"Yes, it is."

Luke laughed weirdly. The fat houses of the technical department looked at each other, and they showed their caring aunts. The FBI idiots wanted to invade ShowMe, and they didn't weigh their jins.

"It seems there is no trouble."

Luke shrugged, "Mr. Arthur, please make a copy. The target is the two people in the video. I want to open a hero column. They are pioneers."

At the moment the video appeared, Philip knew that Luke would do this, and asked with a smile, "So what do you call it? A muscular man with chest hair? A leotard cloak?"

Everyone was amused by this sentence, Luke was also speechless and secretly said: If you write this, Clark Kent will rush into the ShowMe headquarters with a truck in a short time. Don't doubt, he will do it.

"The first one who is not afraid of water or fire, his body is harder than steel, is called Superman, and the one behind with a high-eared hood and a mysterious secret is called Batman."

Superman? Batman?

Everyone has a taste, it's quite appropriate.

"Rowen, you and Mr. Arthur are preparing for the copywriting. The rest and I will go to the R&D department. We must develop the new version of the software before noon tomorrow."

After the meeting, Charlie took Luke to a place where no one was there.

"Boss, I have bad news to tell you."

"

what is the matter? "

"Sequoia Group sent an email, they agreed to rent a data server, but they have to pay a deposit of 300,000 US dollars in advance."

Three hundred thousand?

Luke frowned. "Didn't you say fifty thousand before?"

"It's fifty thousand. Those black-hearted ghosts don't know where to get the news, saying that our capital chain is broken, and the signed contract is not signed. They have to increase the deposit, and only save five on the account..."

" to them!"

Charlie was shocked, "Boss, what did you say?"

"Three hundred thousand dollars, call them, and issue a warning, if similar things happen again, terminate the cooperation."

"but..."

"It's nothing but you and I know the company's accounts. If I don't say it, will you say it?"

Hearing the plain words, Charlie became stiff, and quickly made assurances.

"I won't tell you if I'm killed."

Luke patted him on the shoulder, "Relax, I didn't doubt what you meant. I just stated a fact. You didn't say, I didn't say, how do the people of the Sequoia Group know? They have mind-reading skills?"

Charlie gradually understood.

"Are they cheating us?"

"Not bad."

Luke put his hands behind him and looked at the distant building quietly, "Sequoia Group has repeatedly proposed acquisition plans, but I have rejected them. Seeing that the fat on their lips is about to slip away, how can they be willing to make the acquisition impossible? Can only make a fuss about other aspects."

"But if you give 300,000 one, the company will run out of money, daily expenses will be a problem, and next week's advertisement..."

"Don't talk about the advertisement in advance, talk about it then."

"…Ok!"

Charlie sighed in a low voice and left anxiously.

Most companies face the problem of a shortage of funds at the start-up stage, and ShowMe is no exception. The best way to solve the capital chain is to raise funds. As long as financing, finance will not become a problem. If this is done, the rights of entrepreneurs will also be reduced. All aspects are restricted by shareholders, and one who is not paying attention will be swallowed by the bones and flesh.

There are too many cases of this kind, countless, and it is better to expect the crocodile to shed tears than to expect the capitalists to speak their conscience.