991 Withdrawing The Suit (2/4)

Chapter 991 Withdraw the lawsuit (24)

In the United States, there are two world-famous streets.

One is Wall Street on Manhattan Island, New York, and the other is K Street in Washington, DC.

Since the headquarters of several of the most influential lobbying organizations and think tanks in the country are here, it is often called "the lobbying street" or "the fourth largest department of the US government". In the public relations department such as the "second embassy". And many major events that have happened in history, as well as major events that are about to happen in the international community, are also closely related to this place.

Sitting in the office on the corner of K Street, Lawrence nodded while holding the phone.

"...Is that what the President said?"

"Okay, I know."

After saying a few words, Lawrence hung up the phone and handed the phone to the assistant standing next to him.

Sitting opposite him, watching Lawrence finish the call, Woods raised his eyebrows curiously and asked.

"Is it convenient to ask a question?"

"Just ask."

"The person who called you just now was..."

"Chief of Staff."

Chief of Staff!

Sitting on the sofa, the pupils of Woods shrank slightly.

It is not uncommon to be able to connect with the chief of staff. Exxon Mobil also has this energy, but let the chief of staff call him personally to report the progress of the matter...

Thinking of this, Woods also smashed his tongue.

No wonder these vampires can always make the right choices. Just because of the channels for obtaining news, ordinary investment bank managers who watch the news to gather intelligence are not in the same weight class as them.

Recalling the report about Black Thursday that I read a few days ago, I am afraid that the plunge of the Dow Jones Industrial Index these days has made this guy a lot of money...

"What did the White House decide?"

Regarding Woods' inquiry, Lawrence did not hide it, and said with a smile that didn't care much.

"Reconsider the antitrust investigation of Xingkong Technology, now is not the time to provoke conflict."

Woods froze for a moment, startled.

"The patent—"

"Don't even think about things that don't belong to you."

Looking at this Texan guy, Lawrence smiled lightly. Although he didn't think highly of him in his heart, it didn't show on his face.

Compared with lobbying the White House, pushing the Ministry of Justice to launch a judicial investigation, and buying witnesses... these savage methods to snatch the wealth that belongs to others, he is more inclined to take advantage of the trend and place bets in the optimistic direction.

To put it bluntly, it's like horse racing.

The real winner is definitely not the horse that crossed the finish line, and the owner who took away the medals and bonuses, but the dealers who won all the chips on the outside.

"Damn it!"

Clenching his fists tightly, Woods, barely maintaining his demeanor, panted heavily, as if he wanted to vent the anger in his chest through the heavy snort.

"Now that the results have come out, there is no need for me to stay here any longer. Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Woods."

Standing up from the sofa, Lawrence nodded to the assistant next to him, beckoning him to drive, and then continued to look at Woods sitting opposite, "We are very interested in the oil field in Paraguay, our analyst Made a prediction that even if every car on the planet is electric in 2040, oil consumption will only return to 2013 levels, the oil business is still profitable, and I sincerely recommend that you seriously consider Take a look at this project..."

Seeing Woods who obviously wanted to say something, Lawrence paused for a moment, smiled slightly and continued.

"Of course, you don't have to laugh at me right away. The history class in Princeton didn't teach me too many investment skills, but thankfully it taught me patience."

Immediately after standing up from the sofa, Woods frowned and asked, "Are you ready to go?"

"Well," Lawrence nodded, raised his left hand to look at the time, "I'm about to pass the plane at three o'clock."

"Where are you going?"

"Meet an old friend."

Lawrence smiled and continued.

"Long time no see. I heard he's doing well recently."

...

Binghamton University.

Chemistry Department Laboratory.

Professor Stanley, who was sitting at his desk flipping through the newspaper, suddenly felt relieved as if some burden had been lifted.

Just came back from the outside, seeing the expression on his professor's face, the doctor with glasses was slightly stunned and asked.

"What's wrong, Professor?"

"Withdrawn."

"Withdrawal?"

"It's nothing, it has nothing to do with you." Throwing the newspaper aside, Professor Stanley stood up from the office chair, stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, and said in a good mood, "Which classroom is the afternoon class?"

"Room 411, Teaching Building A...Are you planning to go there in person?"

The doctoral student glanced at the professor unexpectedly.

What he usually hates the most is teaching those undergraduates, holding the textbooks and repeatedly explaining some boring things. If it is not necessary, he will never take the courses that can be pushed to assistants and students by himself, and The euphemism is that true science can only be discovered in the laboratory.

Now he actually asked to go to class...

It's like the sun is coming out from the west!

“…Once in a while reviewing why the obvious is so obvious can help inspire new research…I forgot who said that, probably some famous guy, but that’s how it goes,” Casually After explaining a sentence, Professor Stanley said nonchalantly, "Well, anyway, I will take this afternoon class, and you can help me sort out the documents."

The doctoral student nodded numbly.

"Okay professor, then I'll copy the PPT from the computer..."

Snorting with his nose, Professor Stanley curled his lips in disdain and said.

"I don't need that thing. A truly competent professor only needs a blackboard and chalk."

PhD:"……"

Without explaining anything, Professor Stanley, who was in a good mood, picked up the lesson plan on the table, turned around and walked towards the door.

Watching the door of the office close, the doctoral student was still standing in front of the desk in a daze, not knowing what his boss was going crazy about.

His eyes fell on the newspaper on the table.

With gossip in mind, he took a step forward, secretly unfolded the newspaper on the table, and turned to the page that Professor Stanley had read before.

"The largest intellectual property fraud case in history, ExxonMobil chose to withdraw the lawsuit because of insufficient evidence..."

His eyes widened slightly, and he immediately remembered, isn't this the subject that his mentor cooperated with Exxon Mobil?

ExxonMobil chose to withdraw the lawsuit due to lack of evidence. No matter how you look at it, this is bad news, but his mentor showed a relieved expression on his face...

Suddenly, he thought of a certain rumor that had been circulating in the academic world some time ago.

A rumor that made him scoff...

"Could it be that the paper six years ago was really..."

His expression changed slightly, as if he had discovered some terrible secret about his mentor, the doctor quickly closed the newspaper, and put it back in its original place as if nothing had happened.

He didn't want justice, he just wanted to graduate from here smoothly.

No matter what the truth is, he intends to bury this secret in his stomach.

At least, until I graduate...