Because of Walter's relationship, Evan didn't handle anything serious in the morning. However, even so, he still went home unstoppably for lunch with Audrey and took a nap for half an hour. At one o'clock in the afternoon, he returned to the company on time.

Then, before entering the office, he saw Carl and Linda waiting in the secretary's room.

As soon as they saw Evan, the two of them immediately stood up from their chairs.

Evan pushed the door open, sat down on the chair behind the desk, and said, "Why are you here?"

Carl and Linda walked into the office, one after another, and Linda, who was behind, closed the door casually.

Carl took out something from somewhere and put it in front of Evan.

It was a magazine with the cover of "TIME" that Evan had only come into contact with two hours ago.

"Latest?" Evan asked, picking up the magazine and turning to the page of the catalog, scanning the title one by one.

"Yes!" Carl said without a single redundant sentence, and directly pointed out: "Look at page 26."

Without saying a word, Evan immediately turned to where Carl said, and then what caught his eye was a photo of a boy holding a trophy in one hand and a certificate in the other. The shape of the trophy was nothing else, but a Rubik's cube.

It is obvious that this photo records a scene that happened at the Rubik's Cube match that ended yesterday.

Next to the photo is a title composed of several lines of exaggerated letters.

"The Miracle of Wealth Created by Small Squares".

The following text uses three pages to introduce the Rubik's Cube from its appearance to its development, as well as the scale, revenue, and influence in the toy industry of the company behind the Rubik's Cube. The details and the detailed data are basically incorrect, except for the inventor Evan Warren, which hides the inventor.

However, in the article, no one from Magic Seven Company appeared.

After passing the article in a glance, Evan threw the magazine aside and looked up, and found that Carl and Linda were looking at him with a gloomy face.

"What's wrong? The expression is so scary..." Evan said in a relaxed tone: "It's just an article, nothing."

Evan's performance did not affect the two people on the other side. Carl frowned and said, "Evan, you won't know the meaning of the later representative of the article "TIME", please pay attention to it."

Linda said: "It is impossible for non-related people to know that some of the content written in the article have been violated by someone in the company."

"I heard that Davidson gave an exclusive interview to reporters on Saturday."

"Saturday? It's so fast!" Evan understood what Linda meant. She suspected that Davidson betrayed the company's information, but after a little thought, Evan basically ruled out this possibility. "Linda, your concerns make sense, but I personally believe in Davidson."

"Davidson, as general manager and a member of the board of directors, has the right to accept media interviews and know what to say and what not to say."

After hearing Evan's words, Linda paused for a moment before saying, "So, are we too concerned?"

"No..." Evan looked at Linda and Carl and shook his head, "I didn't say that."

Carl said nothing, but Linda wondered, "What does it mean?"

Evan stood up, walked from behind the desk to the place where the guests were met, and signaled the two to follow him.

Evan occupied the single sofa facing the door, and followed Carl and Linda on the couches on the left and right sides of his.

"In fact, I just talked to a reporter from TIME for an hour in the morning." Evan crossed his legs, crossed his hands and his fingers, and his palms wrapped around his knees. "So, I'm mentally prepared for this."

"What?" Linda asked hurriedly when she heard this, "Are you interviewed?"

Seeing Evan shook his head, Linda felt relieved.

Carl calmed down a lot, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Do you see who is the commander?"

As soon as Carl's question came out, Evan understood that he also thought that the article had nothing to do with Davidson, but that someone else had ulterior motives.

After hearing Carl's question, Linda also reacted and began to think deeper.

Evan glanced at Linda, who was thinking, and did not immediately answer Carl, but asked back, "Who do you think it is?"

Carl thought for a while and replied with uncertainty: "Morgan?"

Linda heard this, glared at Carl in surprise.

Evan asked without commenting, "What is the purpose?"

Carl tried to guess: "To keep us closer to Wall Street?"

Evan nodded slightly, "Except for Morgan, I'm about the same as you think."

Linda looked at the two men who seemed to be playing a puzzle with puzzles with puzzles, and interrupted, "Can you tell it clearly? Evan?"

Evan smiled slightly and asked, "Where did you understand?"

Linda blinked, "All!"

"Okay...I'll start from scratch!" Evan put down his legs and leaned his back on the sofa, and said leisurely: "First of all, why do I think this matter has something to do with Wall Street - because I can understand the development process and sales data of Magic Seven... By the way, the reporter who talked to me for an hour also knew the sales of SONY TV and Bundy... Those who know these data, except for insiders, unless there is a strong organization to conduct special investigations, only well-informed banks can do it. It's just that the reporter's difficulty is not low and it is impossible not to attract our attention."

"And, it's not enough for one bank alone," Carl added at the right time: "because whether it's Magic Seven or other companies, the main transaction banks chosen in each state are different."

"I get it." Linda nodded, "But why did Wall Street do this?"

Evan said: “Publicize us.”

"Propaganda? Increase our fame and popularity?"

"Yes!" Evan said: "But these must not be free."

"And these fames are not what I hope for for the time being."

Linda said calmly: "So, they must take something from you in exchange. Otherwise, they won't stop."

Evan nodded, "So, what do I have on my hands that they want?"

Linda said: "A lot, like the shares of companies that show high value."

Speaking of this, Linda has already sorted out the logic, so she looked angry: "So, is Wall Street a group to blackmail?"

Evan shrugged, "It's almost the same."

In fact, blackmail is a bit heavy. Considering that it is only going to promote it at present, Evan feels that at best it is just a coercion.

Linda looked at Evan with grief, "What are you going to do?"

Evan said: "What else can I do? Of course it's as I wish!"

Linda said unwillingly: "Wouldn't she sell the shares at a low price?"

"Who said that?" Evan smiled, "I'm going to let a company go public in New York."
Chapter completed!