The Richest Man in the DC World

Chapter 32 Three-faced spy

After a hard day's work, Robert Downes returned to the dilapidated building.

I poured half a glass of red wine, leaned on the sofa, and tasted it little by little. The mellow fragrance spread in my mouth, and the time seemed to freeze.

Robert is particularly fond of red wine. When he was the boss, he would pour two glasses of Romanée-Conti every night. The feeling is unforgettable.

When I was young, there was the sound of the door opening behind me. Warren Austin walked into the room, glanced at the empty wine bottle in the corner, and said helplessly,

"A box of red wine is drunk in a few days. It seems that I have to call the boss and ask him to send a few more boxes."

Robert raised his glass, "Would you like a drink?"

Warren shook his head. "I prefer whisky to wine."

"Whiskey is too strong to get drunk easily."

Warren was noncommittal, instead asking, "How's the financing going?"

Robert shook his glass and said casually,

"Luke Shaw has handed over the financing to me."

oh!

Warren frowned slightly, in disbelief.

"I remember it wasn't long before you joined ShowMe, and he gave you such an important job."

"He has no other choice but me."

The simple words contained strong confidence, and Warren smiled in agreement, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Originally, he admired the boss of ShowMe. He has grown a start-up company to millions of users in just two months. This is not something that ordinary people can do, but from now on, he is just a bad luck guy. .

People who don't know people well and who use people improperly, also want to succeed!

"It looks like the financial power of ShowMe is already in your hands."

Robert nodded, "ShowMe's capital chain has a big gap and is in urgent need of cash flow. This afternoon, Luke Xiao gave me a death order. Before next Friday, the financing plan must be finalized, and the bottom line is 35 million US dollars. "

"What about the shares?"

"20%!"

"It's too little. The boss's requirement is more than 67% and absolute control."

"I'm afraid it's difficult, Luke Xiao won't agree."

Warren raised the corners of his mouth and said nonchalantly, "A seventeen-year-old child, what ability can he have! If he doesn't agree, let him see the world of adults."

Robert glanced at his old friend, lowered his eyelids, and looked forward faintly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Tomorrow morning, the investment department of Sequoia Group will negotiate with you, and the next thing is up to you."

"I know how to do it?"

Warren patted him on the shoulder and left with a big smile.

The door closed, and the dark room fell silent again.

Little by little, when the needle crossed the ninth mark, Robert put on his coat, walked out of the house, walked through the sewage-filled alley, and stopped at a street restaurant.

I bought a cup of coffee and two sandwiches, sat down at an empty table and chair, and ate one bite after another.

After a while, a middle-aged white man in his forties walked into the store. The middle-aged man was tall and strong, and his suit was bulging. He had a gold chain under his collar and a gold watch on his wrist. The dress of a vice-successful person, but that face full of flesh is daunting.

He sat carelessly on the chair opposite Robert, and said coldly,

"You made me wait ten minutes."

Robert quickly put down the sandwich, glanced left and right, made sure no one was paying attention, and said in a slightly complaining tone,

"Mr. Rhodes, there is something you can't say on the phone. You know my identity and you can't say it."

"Who cares about you!"

Alexander Rhodes grinned, making no secret of the irony on his face,

As soon as he patted the table, he called the panicked waitress over, ordered a glass of dark beer, and continued, "It's not the boss who said, I'll come to a place like Metropolis! Listen..."

He put his arms around Robert's neck and threatened, word by word,

"The boss is very dissatisfied with your work, let me beat you! Know the meaning of beating!"

Robert struggled, "My injury hasn't healed yet, and I won't be able to go to work if I get hurt again."

Alexander Rhodes rubbed his chin and thought for a while, and pushed Robert onto the chair with his nervous expression.

"Remember this, let's talk about Batman."

Batman!

Robert moved his neck, confused.

Alexander gritted his teeth and said, "I don't care what method you use. You must obtain Batman's identity information within two days. This is the boss's final test for you. If you fail, you will know what the outcome will be."

Hearing this, Robert was in despair.

"Batman didn't use his real name to register, so he couldn't find his personal information at all, and according to the news from the technical department, Batman is likely to be in the North Pole, so I can't let me go to the North Pole to find him, how can I have that ability?"

"Arctic!"

Alexander was furious, "The rotten bat was still in Gotham City last night, and went to the North Pole in a blink of an eye, FUCK! How dare you lie to me!"

The roar exploded, and all the customers in the cafe looked here,

Robert waved his hands again and again, nervous and scared, "I didn't say that the other person was in the North Pole. The ip address shows that the registrant is in the North Pole, which means that he probably built a base there."

Alexander thought about it for a while, and felt that what the other party said made sense. If it was him, he wouldn't write his real name.

"I've already told you what the boss said. It has nothing to do with me whether I can do it or not. It only takes two days. Let's figure it out for yourself!"

After he finished speaking, he took the beer mug and pinched the waitress's fat ass, causing the other party to glare at him, but Alexander didn't care, and whistled triumphantly.

Robert grimaced. He wanted to defend himself but didn't know how to say it. He sat there like a gas bag. After a while, he lowered his voice and said,

"I think with the current situation, it is impossible to find out Batman's identity in a short time unless the boss sends someone to the North Pole."

After a pause, he looked up and saw that Alexander was still "hooking up" with the waiter, and continued,

"But now there is a great opportunity to track Batman for a long time, and that is ShowMe. As long as you master ShowMe's database, you can find his real location based on his ip address. In addition, you can also control his account to publish or Delete some inappropriate remarks, such as supporting racism, terrorism..."

"Mr. Rhodes, are you listening?"

Alexander poured the whole glass of dark beer into his stomach and burped with satisfaction, saying,

"I'm not interested in the IP, social account, etc. you mentioned, let's just say it, what do you want to do?"

"It's still the original plan, buy ShowMe, and keep the social platform firmly in our hands, boss, I sincerely beg you, let me meet Sidney, and I will convince him."

...

At ten o'clock in the evening, after watching Alexander drive away with the waitress, Robert subconsciously tightened his clothes. He couldn't remember how long he hadn't touched a woman.

Enduring the cold night wind, Robert returned to the dilapidated room.

The lights came on, and a familiar and unfamiliar figure sat on the sofa, looking straight at this side with indifferent eyes.

FBI, Roger Consius!

Robert was shocked,

"You... why are you here?"

Roger Consius raised Erlang's legs and said with a half-smile,

"Alexander Rhodes, Falcone's henchman, if I tell Luke Xiao that you and him have colluded to sell ShowMe, guess what he will do with you."

"I don't know what you're talking about? Mr. Conseus, I seriously warn you that it is against the law to break into a house."

Robert swallowed and spit, his eyes roaming the room.

"Don't look for it, others are outside, only you and me in the room."

Roger Conseus got up, came to Robert, and played a recording in his ear. After listening to it, Robert slumped to the ground like a fish with a bone.

Roger Conseus patted his cheek and chuckled,