Super Black Technology

The next day, MIT.

Early in the morning, Ike asked Moulton for a mobile phone, and he wanted to call his parents.

After asking the White House for instructions, Moulton handed Ike his mobile phone, and then closely monitored him.

"Dingling!" "Dingling!"...

In a luxurious villa in Cambridge, the phone rang.

Sent by the government!

A moment later, Mrs. Williams, in her pajamas, walked out of the bedroom to the living room to answer the phone.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Mom, it's me!"

Hearing her son's voice, Mrs. Williams was jolted and drowsiness disappeared.

"Son, aren't you going to class today? Why did you think of calling mom?"

"Mom, I want money!"

Mrs. Williams seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water, extinguishing all enthusiasm.

I thought my son was thinking about himself, and the co-author was using my mother as a cash machine.

"What do you want money for?"

"Mom, I want to make a pumpkin cart for Sister Alice, but I have no money!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Williams was taken aback.

What the hell is a pumpkin cart? Could it be some small toy?

At this time, she had no idea what the little guy was going to do? It was an incomparably huge behemoth. When he takes shape, the whole world will be terrified.

Because its birth will mean the demise of a modern military branch.

After thinking about it for a while, Mrs. Williams, who loves her son, asked directly:

"How much do you want, son?"

Ike was very happy, and he opened his mouth and answered, "100 million!"

"Well, let me ask your father to give... what? How much? Son, how much did you just say?"

"100 million dollars!"

Mrs. Williams was startled, and the sound of running "dong dong dong" sounded on the phone, accompanied by a panicked shout:

"Honey, get up, your son is getting silly! Get up, get up!"

Mr. Williams, who was sleeping, was awakened by his wife, and then answered the phone in a daze: "Son, what's the matter?"

"Dad, I want money to build a pumpkin cart, 100 million!"

"What?" Mr. Williams was fully awake with fright. "Son, what kind of pumpkin car costs 100 million dollars to build? Are you crazy? Have you become stupid?"

"Dad, I want to build a very big pumpkin cart, as big as a house!"

Mr. Williams flatly refused: "No money! If you sell your father, you won't have any money!"

What a joke, no matter how much I dote on my son, I can't let him squander like this. Besides, the family really didn't have that much money, not including real estate, only a few million in cash.

After all, my son is not the kind of prodigy who can walk around the show and make money.

That's not a child prodigy, that's a monkey!

"Son, don't build a pumpkin cart, study hard for me, and you will have plenty of money in the future. Do you hear me?"

"No, I'm going to build a pumpkin cart!"

Mr. Williams would not spoil his son, so he hung up the phone directly.

Ike looked at Moulton depressedly, Moulton suppressed a smile, and said: "Little Ike, why don't you call Mr. President, Mr. President is rich, and he will definitely help you build a big pumpkin cart !"

As soon as this remark came out, Ike was overjoyed.

Moulton, you are really my good teammate, I have been waiting for you to speak.

Afterwards, Moulton helped the little guy enter the special line number of the White House, and the call was connected instantly.

President Obama's voice rang on the phone: "Hey, little Ike, I heard you want to build a big pumpkin cart for your sister Alice?"

"Yes, Mr. President! But I have no money. Mr. President, can you help me pay for it?"

Obama laughed and said, "Of course no problem! As long as you tell me the method of calculating the speed of the universe, I will ask someone to give you money immediately!"

"No!" Ike flatly refused, "I want to keep it and make money when I grow up!"

Hearing this, Obama was not in a hurry.

Where do you find money without government help? Building a pumpkin cart is not playing on the Internet, it requires realistic materials.

"Hehe, you should think about it again, little guy!" Obama chuckled and hung up the phone.

Ike looked at Moulton depressed again, and Moulton held back his smile, and helped him connect with Mr. Hughes of the Watermelon Alliance.

It's a pity that the tragedy is that everyone seems to be in collusion, and they all have the same meaning.

If you want money, you can exchange it with a new calculation method!

Ike threw the phone to Moulton angrily, and then ran to the physics department with a ding ding dong dong. He wanted to find his tutor for help.

Seeing this scene, Moulton and the other agents could no longer hold back their laughter and burst out laughing.

He still wants to ask the professor for help? Hehe, no one can help him, because someone has already said hello.

No matter who he turned to, the answer he got was only two words:

no money!

Haha, this brat finally encountered a problem, let's see if he dares to be disobedient in the future.

...

The tragic Ike ran all day without asking for a penny.

In the evening, inside the detached villa.

Alice took Ike to her room and handed him a bank card.

"Ike, my sister has 5 million here, you can take it. But don't build a pumpkin cart, you save the money to buy watermelons later!"

Ike shook his head, but did not answer Alice's card.

This money is the remuneration paid to Alice by the Twitter company last time, and I can't ask for it.

Besides, are you really short of money?

Hehe, what a joke!

As the smartest genius in human history, he still has no way to raise money?

What a joke!

"Sister, let's go to the library and surf the Internet!"

"What?"

Alice was a little dazed, did she get money by going online?

Ecra started to run from Alice, kept running, kept running...

Outside the villa, the agents who saw this situation were at a loss. What's going on, can the little guy still have a way to find money?

Could it be, could it be...

network!

As soon as this idea came up, Moulton and his men were shocked.

"Stop him! Don't let him go online!"

"Stop him! Stop him!"

Everyone chased after him.

library.

Many students who study hard are reading books and looking up information in the library.

At this moment, a series of footsteps sounded outside the museum, as if a large group of people were chasing something?

Moments later, many men in suits retreated into the library.

Yes, it is a concession.

Because in their encirclement, there was a little guy who was holding a branch and was chasing people away with his teeth and claws. Beside him, Alice in a Chanel dress followed him with embarrassment.

"Fuck, the little prodigy is here?"

"Oh my god, the Watermelon Master is here!"

All the students stood up one after another and greeted the little guy.

"Hi, elementary school brother, do you want to read a book?"

Ike shook his head.

"Little Ike, are you here to surf the Internet?"

Ike nodded.

At this moment, Moulton was about to cry.

He can't stop this little guy. Don't look at these people who are tall and powerful, but no one dares to block them head-on.

Just like at the Washington Hospital last year, Moulton asked his men to act as villains to frighten him, but none of them wanted to go, and everyone would rather resign than go if they were in a hurry.

If the little guy really bears a grudge, maybe he will disappear the next day.

To put it bluntly, if the little guy handed over the new calculation method to the White House now, and then let everyone disappear.

You said the White House is not happy to change?

Politicians are shameless and ruthless!

"Miss Alice, please help!"

Morton had no choice but to ask Alice for help. At the same time, his staff also called the White House for help.

Hearing what Moulton said, Alice nodded and said to Ike, "Ike, are you still a good boy?"

Ike nodded of course: "That's right, I won't do bad things in the future."

"Then what do you want to do online?"

Ike replied with a smile: "Sister, I'm going to ask for money online!"

What? Ask for money online? Who do you want?

When no one from the White House came to stop it, and the agents did not dare to stop it forcefully, Ike turned on the machine.

Afterwards, he skillfully opened Twitter, logged into his account, and then cracklingly wrote this sentence:

"I want to build a pumpkin cart for sister Alice, and I need 100 million yuan. Please kind brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, please help me?"

Once this remark was made, the whole world was shocked.

what's the situation? The watermelon god is actually short of money? He's asking his 3.5 billion Twitter followers for help?

Yes, 3.5 billion, all over the world.

At this moment, the whole world was shocked. The accounts of intelligence agencies in various countries are @(阿特)阿克.

"Master Watermelon, no matter how much you want, we will cover it all in China!"

"Master Watermelon, you are our British son-in-law, a $100 million KISS!"

"Master Watermelon, the European Union will always be your friend!"

"Master Watermelon, Russia is willing to do its best to help you!"

"Master Watermelon, Japan is willing to help you!"

"Master Watermelon, South Korea is willing to help you!"

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