Super Black Technology

The next day, Henry arrived in Cambridge.

As a Wall Street elite, even though he went bankrupt and became a rich man, he was still able to apply for a school pass.

As for the reason for admission, he said: find a professor to talk about experimental sponsorship.

For this reason, Henry passed the security check and also skipped the FBI's special review. After all, the school is so big, the FBI can't check every one of them.

Of course, he didn't lie, he did know a professor in the Department of Chemistry.

And they have been friends for many years.

In a professor's dormitory, he met his good friend, and immediately told him why he came.

After listening, the professor looked very embarrassed.

Strangers can't get close to the little prodigy, so you have to make an introduction yourself.

"Did you know? I was already planning to jump off the building yesterday!" Henry said blankly.

As soon as the words came out, the professor understood what his friend meant.

This means: If you don't help, he will still jump.

"Okay, I'll take you there!"

Thanks to the guarantee of a well-known professor at the school, Henry came outside the prodigy's villa after a simple inquiry.

"Ding dong!" "Ding dong!"...

After the doorbell rang twice, Alice opened the door. Seeing that it was a professor from the school, Alice quickly invited them in.

As soon as they walked into the living room, the two saw a cute little guy lying on the sofa and drawing.

"Hey, little Ike! What are you drawing?"

Hearing the professor's question, Ike raised his head and replied cutely: "I'm drawing a pumpkin!"

"Oh yeah? Let me see how you draw?"

The professor walked over to look at the little guy's painting. Seeing this, the professor almost spit out the overnight meal.

Is this Nima a pumpkin? I don’t know, but I thought you were drawing rotten pears!

"He really has no artistic talent!"

At this time, Alice also came over and took away the little guy's painting.

"Stop drawing, Ike, Mr. Professor has something to do with you!"

What's up?

Ike looked at the professor suspiciously, then turned his gaze to a strange middle-aged man behind the professor.

Seeing Ike looking at him, the strange man hurried forward, stretched out his hand excitedly, and said, "Hello, little Ike, my name is Henry Clive and I work on Wall Street. I saw you tweeting I am willing to help you handle donations for free!"

"May I?"

As soon as these words came out, Ike smiled, stretched out his small hand, and held the opponent's big hand.

"Hee hee, sir, you are such a good person! Then I will leave everything to you!"

When the sound fell, Henry was so overjoyed that he almost jumped up with joy.

Passed without asking anything? The thinking of this little prodigy is really different from ordinary people!

Ike was calm.

What to ask?

Ask if he is capable? What a joke, can't you walk in?

Ask him if he has credibility? This is even more ridiculous, does he dare to take the money and run away?

"Thank you, thank you little Ike! I promise: I will do my best to help you raise 100 million funds!"

"Hee hee, thank you sir!"

...

That same day, Henry returned to New York and began assembling his former team.

In one afternoon, almost all his team members came back.

In a modest office space, Henry exclaimed to his team:

"Gentlemen, I'm glad you can still trust me. Yes, the outside news is correct, I am indeed bankrupt, and I am now in debt of 13 million."

After the sound fell, the team members frowned unceasingly, and a little bit of regret rose in their hearts.

Everyone is engaged in finance, and it is impossible to get everyone to help you with sweet words.

"Henry, I..." A member stood up, trying to find a reason to leave.

Unexpectedly, before he could say his reason, Henry waved his hand and interrupted him.

"Please listen to me! Gentlemen, although I'm broke now, I took on another project today and need to help someone raise funds. But the other party will not pay me. Yes, I will help him for free!"

What? Do it for free?

Hearing this, everyone stood up and stared at Henry intently.

As Wall Street's elite, none of them are fools. Henry, who is bankrupt, is willing to raise funds for free. What does this mean?

"Gentlemen, I can only say this first. If you are willing to help me do it for free, please stay. Please note that it is free, because I don't have the money to pay everyone."

"If you don't want to, please leave. Everyone, please choose!"

The sound fell, and the audience fell silent.

Moments later, one stood up.

"Henry, we have known each other for many years and have been very happy to work together. Now that you are bankrupt, as your friend during this difficult time, I don't think I should just leave."

"I choose to stay, for our friendship!"

After the sound fell, another person stood up: "Henry, I also choose to stay and help you for free!"

"I'll stay too! For our many years of friendship!"

"I'll stay too! For friendship!"

"longlive friendship!"

...

Everyone chose to stay. At this moment, Henry smiled. He knew that the so-called friendship was just an excuse, but what did it matter.

For this reason, Henry spoke again.

"I'm glad you didn't choose to leave, so let me tell you about this project. The content of this project is—"

Everyone held their breath and stared at Henry.

Henry yelled: "Help the Watermelon Master raise $100 million!"

"What?!" "What?!" "What?!"...

Everyone was shocked, and an unbelievable voice blurted out. A second later, all the horror turned into joy.

Endless joy welled up in everyone's hearts. At this moment, their bodies were trembling involuntarily.

Get rich, everyone is going to get rich!

"Boss, you, you..."

"Boss, this is really... really..."

Everyone was so excited that they couldn't speak complete words, and even the way of addressing Henry changed.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Henry was extremely satisfied.

"Okay, sit down, I'll arrange the work..."

Just then, suddenly!

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the door was kicked open.

But see, more than 10 tattooed men broke in. The leader was vicious, holding a pistol in his hand.

"Who?!" Henry yelled.

"Mafia!" A cold voice spit out from the leader's mouth.

"Henry, Henry Clive, you are really easy for us to find. You should pay the money you owe Mr. Scott!"

Henry felt a chill in his heart, and quickly said, "I'm sorry, please allow a little more time!"

"Oh! Grace?"

The mafia leader snorted coldly and winked at his subordinates. The subordinates walked towards Henry immediately, then connected the phone and handed it to Henry.

Suddenly, crying sounded from the phone.

"Daddy, Daddy! Help me, help me!"

"Henry, they say you owe a lot of money, don't you, don't you?"

These mafias even kidnapped their own wives and daughters.

Henry was shocked: "Let them go, I will pay it back as soon as possible, really, I have found a new item."

The mafia leader smiled: "What new project? How long will it take and how much will it be paid? Is it enough to pay off Mr. Scott's account?"

"It was done for free!"

When the voice fell, the face of the Mafia sank instantly: "Cut off one of his daughter's fingers!"

"yes!"