This is not the "transaction language" used in the conversation that day. So, is he really unwilling to cooperate?

It was exactly as Mr. Gao expected.

"But it doesn't matter."

Descartes stopped and repeated Gao Yi's words in a voice that only he could hear: "The facts are irrefutable."

"If the impression of luck is left in his mind, he will still subconsciously paralyze himself before we reveal our so-called ambition."

"We just need to keep doing what we are doing now. We will never jump back and he can stay in this fantasy forever and continue to give us official conveniences half-heartedly."

"Gao Yi's card, the invisible has long been better than the tangible~"

Did it turn out that Mr. Gao had already guessed the result?

Descartes suddenly smiled: "Director."

"What?"

Director Song's palms were filled with sweat.

Do you want to threaten yourself with whistleblower Gao Yi? In this public channel...

If the person behind the situation knew about it, neither the high school student nor himself would be able to escape the fate of accidental death.

"Have a good rest."

As if resigned to his fate, Director Song slumped down on the hospital bed.

But suddenly, his eyes widened again and he jumped up from the bed.

Descartes, he, he, he, what did he say?!

"I know you are under a lot of pressure. You can neither sit nor stand."

After Descartes said something profound, he laughed loudly: "So please have a good rest. When I come to cause damage in the spring next year, I don't want you, my lifelong enemy, to be absent."

"I won't give up."

Director Song relaxed for some reason and solemnly announced again.

"okay."

Descartes' figure disappeared into the darkness, ending the communication.
Chapter completed!