Chapter 187

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Three days later, a black sedan was walking in Cairo, driving toward the city center.

"Are these the Book of the Dead and the Book of Amun-Ra?" Ye Nan used the key he snatched from Imhotep to open the two scriptures, and what entered his eyes were some characters Ye Nan didn't recognize.

"Inside should be ancient Egyptian. When I return to the United States, I will ask Ellie to translate it for me."

Ye Nan threw the Book of the Dead and the Book of Amun-Ra aside, sat in the back seat of the car, and rubbed his temples.

The continuous fighting during this period made him somewhat exhausted, especially the pressure when facing the Sphinx, which made his heart tense to the extreme. He urgently needed to rest and relax.

"Looking at you, it seems you are not that concerned about the Book of the Dead."

Lie Hu picked up the Book of the Dead, flipped through it once or twice, and found that he couldn't understand it either, so he closed it.

"I remember you were unwilling to give up at that time. Now that you have the things, you have become unconcerned again."

"Because I already know the answer, so these two things are just two antiques to me." Ye Nan closed his eyes, his expression indifferent.

Imhotep was already dead, the organization's cloned mutants were all killed by Lie Hu, the Sphinx had completely sunk under the earth, waiting for him to dig it up later, and the pool water used to store brain waves was also collected by him, ready for research.

"That substance does not belong to Earth. It seems that in ancient times, guests from outer space left behind quite a few things." Ye Nan rubbed his temples and thought again.

"As far as the current situation is concerned, this world is a world of movies. People and things in various movies have appeared in this world. So, which movie's aliens left the liquid?"

"There are too many movies in the past and present, at home and abroad. I haven't seen many of them, and I don't know which movie left this kind of thing."

"Forget it, don't think about it. Take one step at a time. Try to be more active in the future and don't be so passive. If I had brought weapons like flamethrowers this time, I wouldn't have fought so hard. I must firmly remember this lesson in the future. Everything needs to be prepared."

"We are here." Arnold turned his head and reminded Ye Nan.

"Are we here?" Ye Nan turned his gaze out the window and saw a group of ICQ Egypt branch employees standing at the company's gate, holding a banner saying "Welcome President Mr. Ye Nan to inspect the Egypt branch."

"Who came up with this idea? It's simply stupid." Ye Nan's expression instantly darkened. Being so high-profile would not only attract entertainment reporters but also attract enemies.

Seeing the car coming, a group of people rushed up from the side, picking up guns and cameras, wanting to interview Ye Nan. The language in their mouths was also varied, including English, Mandarin, and other dialects that were not very clear, chaotic.

"May I ask if Mr. Ye Nan is planning to invest in Egypt?"

"May I ask if Mr. Ye Nan has time to accept our interview? We are..."

"May I ask what Mr. Ye Nan thinks of Taiwan?"

"May I ask if Mr. Ye Nan will return to the country to invest?"

A series of questions, various languages intertwined, Ye Nan only felt that there were countless flies buzzing in his ears.

"Drive, let's leave here and go somewhere else. Also, contact the person in charge of the ICQ Egypt branch and ask who came up with this battle formation. After asking clearly, let him pack up and leave."

Ye Nan hated reporters the most, asking endless questions. He was not a star, nor was he a spokesperson for the ICQ company, so there was no need to deal with these reporters.

"Wait..."

Seeing that Ye Nan's car was moving, the reporters immediately slapped the car door with their hands, wanting to attract Ye Nan's attention. Some reporters even blocked the front of the car, blocking the car and not letting it go....

However, Arnold didn't care whether there were people in front or not. He only cared about Ye Nan's orders, so he still drove the car, completely ignoring the lives of these reporters.

"Wait, Arnold, stop driving, let's go down." Ye Nan stopped Arnold, opened the car door, and got down from inside.

Although these reporters were annoying, they were not annoying enough to play with their lives. If the car started, the reporters blocking the front would definitely be injured. That would be a big trouble.

"Came out, came out..."

Someone in the crowd shouted, and countless microphones and cameras were immediately aimed at Ye Nan, who had just opened the car door and was preparing to get off.

Ye Nan looked at the things handed over by these people, and his brows frowned. He used his hands to push all these things away.

"I don't accept any interviews, please don't disturb me."

Ye Nan's words were not taken to heart by the group of reporters. For reporters, interviews meant sales. The more exclusive the interview, the higher the sales. And sales were bonuses.

"Just give me a little time, I only need ten minutes, no, I only need five minutes."

"Just answer a few questions."

The reporters were noisy, and various sounds were intertwined, making it impossible to hear clearly.

"Arnold, push them all away for me."

Ye Nan gave the order decisively. The reason he didn't push these reporters away himself was, first, to avoid these reporters making a fuss and saying he was rude. After all, he still paid great attention to his reputation.

Second, he didn't want to expose his strength. If he struck and pushed all these reporters away, one could imagine that all kinds of guesses would come out in the newspapers the next day. By then, if he wanted to explain, it would be impossible. The title of "uncrowned king" for reporters was not just talk. Besides, this was not the United States, and wanting to ban these media was not very realistic.

Hearing Ye Nan's order, Arnold immediately squeezed up and pushed all these reporters away.

"Bastard, be gentle, be careful I'll sue you in court."

The reporters pushed away by him along the way were all cursing.

Arnold opened the way in front, and Ye Nan followed behind, breaking through the reporters' encirclement.

"Good morning, President." A man in a crisp suit with neat short hair greeted him. Looking at Ye Nan's gloomy expression, his heart was beating like a drum.

"Who came up with this idea? Fire him." Ye Nan glanced at him, didn't say anything extra, and strode into the company.

"Yes, yes, yes, it was an idea from a Chinese employee in the company. I will fire him immediately and let him pack up and roll away." The man responded repeatedly.

Originally, he followed Ye Nan's instructions to be low-key. But a Chinese employee told him that Chinese leaders liked this style the most, and Ye Nan was no exception. He thought about it and felt that what this employee said made sense, so he did as he was told.

Hanging flower baskets, putting up banners, all employees came out to welcome him.

As a result, things were messed up, so he pushed all the faults onto that employee, wishing he could kill that employee immediately.

"Chinese? Forget it, forgive others when you can. Just tell him to work hard in the future and don't engage in these messy things. This is not the country, and ICQ is not a state-owned enterprise."

As soon as Ye Nan heard it was a Chinese person, he shook his head. In fact, this was not a bad habit. After all, putting up such a large banner could also play a promotional role. It was just that he didn't like it.

After Ye Nan finished speaking, he walked in. But after two steps, he stopped, because in front of him, a Chinese man and woman were waiting for him.

The man was carrying a camera, and the woman was holding a microphone, running over with an incredible posture....

"Hello, I am a reporter from XX Provincial Daily in China. I want to interview you. Please, for the sake of being Chinese, give me ten minutes."

The female reporter was wearing professional attire, and the two jade rabbits on her chest filled the white shirt to the brim. When she spoke, there was a tone of pleading, making it impossible for people to refuse.

"Just ten minutes, just a few questions. I guarantee it won't involve your privacy or your company's secrets. Please give me a chance, just once, please."

The female reporter put her hands together, bent down slightly, made a prayer gesture, and her eyes were full of hope.

Ye Nan hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Okay, come with me, but only for three minutes."

Although he didn't like reporters, when a female reporter really pleaded in front of him, he still couldn't bear to refuse, so he could only reluctantly agree.

"Thank you, thank you." The female reporter was so happy she almost jumped up. Although there were only three minutes, this was an exclusive interview. Taking it back was also a merit.

Ye Nan led the female reporter and the male photographer into an office and then spoke: "Okay, right here, ask whatever questions you have quickly."

"Yes." The female reporter hurriedly asked the male photographer to turn on the camera. Without even saying the usual opening, she went straight to the topic.

"Hello, as far as I know, your company spans 126 countries around the world, and your instant messaging software ICQ has over one billion users. May I ask how you thought of developing this software?"

"How to develop it? Because I was reborn!" Ye Nan muttered in his heart, but on the surface, he babbled, "Inspiration, it came entirely from inspiration."

"Inspiration?" Two big question marks hung over the female reporter's brain. However, she didn't continue to pursue it, but asked a new question, "Your company's Terminator is a hot seller globally. The US military has used a large number of Terminators on the Iraq battlefield, causing deep disaster to the Iraqi people. May I ask what you have to say?"

"You also said it was the US military that caused the damage to the Iraqi people, not me. Why should I speak? If I have to say something, I can only say I hope the war ends soon." Ye Nan said.

"Can this be considered tiger's tears?" The female reporter asked again.

"Of course not." Ye Nan shrugged, "I express deep sympathy for the suffering of the Iraqi people, but there is not much I can do. I can only pray for them silently from afar."

"But if it weren't for you developing the Terminator..."

"Please pay attention to your words. I have never developed a Terminator." Ye Nan's expression changed, "The one who developed the Terminator was the researcher under me, not me. Please don't confuse concepts."

"Yes, it's my fault. Then may I ask you..."

The two talked and answered, and time passed quickly. When it was about to end, the female reporter said with a look of regret: "Time passed so quickly. I hope I can interview you next time."

"I don't like reporter interviews. This time is just an exception. Okay, you can go. I still have work, so I won't see you off." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the mobile site (.) to subscribe and tip. Your support is my greatest motivation.)