1650: C1650 Prelude

C1650 Prelude

Princeton Central Hall...

Reporters from all the major media centers in Mi Nation had filled up the entire hall. Even the end of the hall was filled with reporters who had not managed to grab a seat.

Royce was one of them.

At this moment, he was staring straight at the podium, waiting for Qin Luo to appear.

However, he was different from the other reporters. He was not here to interview Qin Luo.

"Hey, Royce didn't expect you to be here too!"

Just as Royce's attention was focused on the podium, a light voice sounded behind him.

He turned around and saw a smiling man standing behind him.

Royce was quite familiar with this man.

Cross, from Dell's company! Furthermore, he was not an ordinary employee of Dell's company. He was Michael Dell's most trusted subordinate!

Michael Dell was able to send him to the scene. This was enough to prove how important this press conference was to him.

Michael Dell attached great importance to this press conference. In other words, he wanted to know why Qin Luo held this press conference.

"Cross, it seems like your boss is also worried..." Royce said with a smile.

Yes, there was only one reason for Krose to appear here, and that was because of Qin Luo.

Because Michael Dell did not trust Qin Luo, he had Krose come over to take a look and collect first-hand information.

"Hehe, not only me, but also them..." As he spoke, Krose pointed to a corner of the auditorium.

There were really a few blond men gathered together. Different from those passionate media reporters, they were emitting a biting cold from head to toe.

With just a glance, one could see the huge difference.

"Looks like it's not just you and my boss. All the bosses are worried..." Royce said with a sigh.

Their bosses were all the famous presidents of multinational corporations, and their net worth had already exceeded 10 billion.

But now, they were being led by Qin Luo's nose. From this point of view, Qin Luo could be considered to have won.

"Can you be at ease? Qin Luo has created such a big scene, he should always do something..."

"What do you think he will do?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's the same as what he promised, calling for the academic community to cut off their partnership with our company." Cross shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently.

Cut off their partnership?

The corner of Royce's mouth twitched. "He shouldn't have the guts, right?"

He called upon the Academic Field to cut off their technology output.

This was simply going against the law of the world. To be honest, Royce felt that Qin Luo did not have the guts to do so.

"Of course he doesn't have the guts. If he has the guts, I, Cross, will immediately write my name backwards..." As he spoke, Cross revealed an unscrupulous smile.

Indeed, he admitted that Qin Luo was very bold, but even so, he didn't dare to do anything that would break the unspoken rules.

Because once he did it, he would definitely suffer the crazy revenge of the business world. Even Qin Luo couldn't bear the consequences.1

Therefore, he concluded that Qin Luo definitely wouldn't do such a thing.

"That's true..." Royce nodded and looked back at the podium in the middle of the auditorium.

After more than ten minutes, the staff had finished debugging all the equipment.

This press conference called by the Princeton would start at any time.

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