Turing came to the miniature exhibition hall of the Animus Life Foundation. At the highly intelligent exhibition site, the construction of the miniature exhibition hall was completed in just a few minutes. The lizard was placed in the most eye-catching position, with various instruments for observing physiological conditions. At this moment, many people were watching.

Although he was at a disadvantage in the fight against the internal companies of the Crohn United Group, Wilson was still an out of reach for small capitals. This was the case with the three of them just now, and the gap brought about by their identities has built a huge gap.

Scan the booth of the Animus Life Foundation, the staff they arranged were extremely active and constantly looking for some specific goals around to negotiate. They seemed to be very status people. Some of the companies represented by the logos that Turing could identify were far inferior to Wilson.

The good news at the moment is that the Animus Life Foundation is currently in a bad situation and Turing doesn't mind becoming their investor in the name of Wilson.

"Hello sir, do you want to know about our latest project display?"

As Turing approached, a young man Mickton with a Mohidden hairstyle ran up and handed him a display panel with a diligent look on his face.

This is an intelligent operating platform similar to a tablet, which replaces the role of paper brochures.

Turing slid the display panel, quickly flipped through the superficial scientific research content on it, and returned it to the young man Moshigan. The other party showed a hint of disappointment on his face, thinking that Turing had no interest in it.

"I am the Gray Fox of Wilson Company. I am very interested in the scientific research projects of your foundation. Can you arrange for me to meet your representatives?"

As soon as this said, the other party was stunned, and then he showed obvious joy: "Okay, okay! Of course! Please..."

He excitedly took Turing to the miniature exhibition and waited, communicated with other staff and returned to Turing:

"Hello, Mr. Gray Fox, you can call me Myers. Our representative is meeting another investor, and it should be over soon. Can you please wait a little longer?"

Another investor? Turing frowned.

This is not a good situation for Turing, but it is not a surprise.

The foundation can arouse its own interests, and naturally it can arouse others' interests.

Myers and the staff around him expressed great welcome to Turing's arrival. Myers even handed over his work to others, personally received Turing, and prepared a glass of scented fruit wine for him.

"Our project products - fruits produced by synthetic plants made of special grafting techniques, and we made this alcoholic beverage." When it comes to the foundation's scientific research projects, Miles looks quite proud.

Turing looked at the dark purple alcoholic beverage, and his fingers touched the thick white mist gathered on the wall of the iced glass, and did not move his mouth.

"Don't worry, Mr. Gray Fox, this is a scientific research project I participated in. I am very confident about it, and there are absolutely no substances that damage the body's physiology, and can even promote metabolism." Miles saw that Turing was obviously a little distrustful, so he tried it and took a drink of the same drink.

But Turing still cared about this dark drink because it reminded him of the fruits produced by his phantom limbs, which were filled with decarbonized liquid.

"You said this is a project you are involved in? Are you a scientific researcher?"

"Well...yes." Myers nodded and smiled bitterly. "Because of the shortage of funds, our current research project has to be stopped completely. Almost all scientific researchers except management have been dismissed, and the reception work in the venue can only be handed over to us research assistants."

Too miserable.

Turing nodded without commenting, and had a simple conversation with Miles to try to get more information about the foundation.

As the exchange deepened, when Miles learned that the person in front of him was actually the director of the industrial R&D department of Wilson Company, he seemed more and more frightened. He did not expect that the man wearing a classical coat in front of him was actually a scientific research supervisor.

By the way, because of the reason for attending the exhibition, Kahn must change his clothes and customize a set of clothes that can be exhibited for him.

The overall plate style is similar to before, but it has added a lot of Fars classical patterns and decorations, which are similar to Kahn's "bartender" clothing pattern style. In Kahn's words, this is a necessary dress for Wilson's senior executives when participating in special occasions. It originally came from a family-style sense of honor, but it does not need to be emphasized so deliberately in modern times, but it still represents "sovereignty" and "nobleness" in a certain sense.

At this time, a scientific research assistant dressed in reception staff came to the table, interrupted the conversation, and whispered a few words to Miles, whose face changed.

"Are your representatives ready for another meeting?"

"Feel sorry……"

Myers stood up with shame:

“Represent there…”

Looking at the other party's hesitation, Turing narrowed his eyes.

It seems that someone has intercepted it.

"Sorry, let me talk to this gentleman from Wilson."

The later researcher patted Miles on the shoulder and pulled him behind him:

"Sorry, although you have been waiting for a long time, our representatives are not going to talk to you."

Under the face, Turing's brows frowned deeply.

"We are sincerely honored for your arrival, but I think we cannot accept it and do not need the help and investment of Wilson. I'm sorry, but please go back." The researchers' words were gentle but their tone was indifferent.

"I want to know what happened that made your representatives refuse to even meet. I think the Animus Life Foundation is currently short of funds." Turing stood up and shook his coat.

"I'm sorry, but there's no special reason." The man shook his head, "Please go back, sir. If you want to stay at the booth for a tour, we're welcome, but the representative doesn't see anyone right now."

The red gaze moved away from the man's face, Turing looked around and saw the suit man who appeared not far away at some point, with the logo of the Dust Road Building on his chest, and it was not a work logo for the venue.

The people in the desperate building... were indeed intercepted.

Turing stopped staying too much, turned around and left straight, with Miles behind him looking ashamed.

Turing had no need to go up to meet the representative for the exhibition arranged by the Jungtu Building, as it would have no meaning. At this point, Turing could only change the Animus Life Foundation in a way that he was most familiar with and direct.

"It's me who swims."

"I have an action to arrange for a new group of demonic weapons to allow the promoted to enter the state of preparation for war."

...

"Why do you need this? That's Wilson! The other party has taken the initiative to contact us, and we shouldn't..." "Myers, OK."

The researchers interrupted him impatiently: "Mr. Pauly is talking about funds with the people in the Nuotu Building, and will soon solve the foundation's troubles. We don't need a company like Wilson, which is difficult to protect itself."

"But we should have enough etiquette in any case, at least we should meet him..."

"What do you want to do? Do you drive away the people from the Nuotu Building and then go to see that gray fox?" The researchers were also a little angry, and their tone increased a lot.

"Just rely on Wilson Company? Times have changed Myers. Let's not talk about the friction between Wilson Company and United Group. Now we not only need investment, but also real help that can help us survive possible corporate wars. Wilson, which is at the bottom of the military industry, cannot do it, only the Xutu Building can do it. Don't you understand..."

Buzz...

With a light sound of electric sound, the electronic door of the backstage space where the two were located opened, and three men in suits and ties walked out.

"Mr. March!" The researcher was startled and bowed suddenly, "Sorry, my voice is too loud... If you disturb you..."

"It's okay, the talks are over." Tosa Mage pulled his collar indifferently, and turned to the room and said, "Mr. Pauli, I am willing to give you a chance. As long as the project you have prepared this time is enough to impress others, we don't mind injecting you into funds. Trust me, I have enough rights to the things at the exhibition."

"I get it, Mr. March." A middle-aged man with brown curly hair came out of it and bowed to Tosa March with a gloomy face.

"That's all about the capital injection. Take advantage of your opportunities."

After saying that, Tosa March turned and left with two entourage members.

"Mr. Pauli, what's going on?" After Tosa March left, Miles and the researcher immediately walked up to ask about the situation.

Poly shook his head slightly:

"I'm still unwilling to invest."

"This?!" Myers' expression changed drastically, "Since that's the case, why should we drive away the gray fox?"

"Because we cannot have anything to do with Wilson, and the strength of Wilson is not enough." Poly said lightly, "Although we have not received capital injection, Tosa Match is willing to give us a chance... As long as the project we show can convince even one raw material supplier, Juntu Building will provide us with capital injection and even persuade other capital."

"And, our exhibition order was compared with Wilson, and we gave priority to several exhibition orders of Wilson, which was the best news for this meeting."

The researcher next to Miles breathed a sigh of relief.

The technology exhibition is not something for most people to appreciate. It only needs to take care of that small number of the most capitalized suppliers, and there is no finale. The first twenty projects are all the patience of the suppliers.
Chapter completed!