"I suggest that the press conference at 9 o'clock be cancelled for the time being."

The home star, Pearl Harbor City, a luxury hotel not far from the police station, and a conference room.

Lin Weilin stood in front of the board of directors pieced together by virtual projections. Her little suit was elegant and her voice did not fluctuate much.

But the more than ten men and women present had a somewhat subtle expression at this moment.

A gray-haired female director said softly:

"I am not questioning Miss Vina's ability. Under the current public opinion situation, Miss Vina's work has achieved certain results, which is very rare.

"But we first announced the time of the press conference and stopped the press conference because of the threat of ghosts. This would cause a huge blow to our group's image and credibility.

"Vina, we are a technology company after all."

Lin Weilin gently pursed her lips, as if she was prepared for this argument, and immediately refuted it:

"I personally think that the two evils are the least. It has been a week since the appearance of the ghost and our technology department has not made any progress.

"I am not targeting the technical department. There is a significant generation difference between the technical methods used by the ghost and our technical methods. This is a fact that cannot be ignored. In the words of users, we are now an unscrupulous merchant who cannot even do basic server maintenance.

"In this case, we continue to hold a press conference to give this ghost a stage to appear... I don't want to elaborate on such a simple truth. If this press conference is really held, it may be a public relations disaster."

The old man in the main seat was silent, as if he was thinking about something.

Some directors couldn't help complaining: "We support those technicians with such high salaries every year. Are they not of any use at all now?"

Some directors are rational: "It's not their fault. They have excellent work on weekdays. We are an entertainment technology company that provides gaming communities, game connectivity channels and other services. Does ghost master military-grade technology or prohibited fields. There has been no news about brain simulating technology for many years."

"Isn't military industry leading the civilian for a hundred years the norm for the current nine star clusters?"

"The development of civilian technology is not only progressive, but also often regresses, but military technology has always been moving forward. They do not have to consider social influence, development and operation costs, and it is not a secret that the nine star clusters compete with each other."

"Did the ghost come from other star clusters?"

"Now, this is the only possibility."

"Okay, everyone."

Gao Wengong in the main seat finally spoke out, and the virtual conference room quickly became quiet.

This old man who has been a big star in the business circle for decades whispered:

"If it is under normal circumstances, we should indeed stop this press conference to avoid the ghosts taking the opportunity to expand their influence. Vina's judgment is excellent and accurate.

“But today is different, the parent star defense guard has sent a technical team and they will arrive at your hotel in Vina in five minutes.

"Yes, the defensive power of our mother planet has begun to help us resist this riot-making ghost, and they will clear away the negative effects of the ghost in the shortest time."

The other directors were more or less surprised when they heard this.

"The Home Star Defense Guard?"

"Don't they have to be supervised by the nine star clusters. Do they need complicated procedures to move them?"

"Now, the ghost's matter can be solved today."

The directors' expressions were visible to the naked eye, and the cloudy turned to sunny.

Lin Weilin also breathed a sigh of relief and bowed slightly to Gao Wengong, saying, "Since the chairman has made a decision, my team and I naturally comply with the board arrangements, and the press conference at 9 o'clock will be held normally."

"Go and do Vina, you're really great."

Gao Wengong smiled kindly.

...

When Zhao Dafu walked to the witness room where Wang Ze was temporarily staying, Wang Ze had already changed into a straight suit, sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and fiddled with his block cell phone.

Qi Ming was humming a pleasant tune, guarding the mini bar counter, making a delicious and healthy quick-food breakfast for his boss.

"Mr. Wang?"

Zhao Dafu stood at the door and greeted him quietly, asking questions in his heart: "Are you really not going to the press conference? It's already past 8:40."

Wang Ze smiled and said, "I am a little dissatisfied with the way your company handles the problem, so I will not participate in the subsequent matters...Director Zhao came in and sat down? Xiao Qi prepared some hot tea."

Zhao Dafu was a little speechless.

He held his glasses, and his fat face was filled with fatigue. He hesitated a little, and then sat on the wooden chair opposite Wang Ze.

Wang Ze asked: "Does Director Zhao not have to stare at the press conference?"

"A few minutes ago, the home star military took over. I just left the technical team for normal maintenance. There was nothing I needed to do."

Zhao Dafu shrugged, his whole body exuded fatigue from the inside out.

He took out the style of his network terminal straight board mobile phone, called out a few pictures on it, and slid them to display them to Wang Ze.

Those were several teams of home star defense forces wearing light green camouflage uniforms, and had already set up defenses at the intersection of the hotel.

Wang Ze raised his eyebrows and smiled and said, "This is a good thing."

"Well, they must have the means to deal with that ghost," Zhao Dafu also smiled relaxedly. "I asked for information that this time I came here is a relatively famous technical team, and they carry military weapons to fight brain-like technology.

"The confrontation props that Mr. Wang gave us before were not useful because the whereabouts of the server where the brain is located had not been found.

“But this press conference is a good opportunity.

"It seems that our parent star military wants to use this press conference to directly eliminate this ghost and return social public opinion to normal."

When Zhao Dafu said this, his face was filled with joy.

That ghost has become his nightmare.

But Wang Ze sat there and was thinking, with a slightly solemn expression.

Qi Ming came with tea, Zhao Dafu thanked him and continued to wait for Wang Ze's opinion.

Director Zhao is very leisurely now, and the family star military does not have to hand over to him at all. They directly control the network near the hotel and take away the highest authority of Weixing's server groups on the board of directors.

There is nothing he has to do with.

But seeing Wang Ze's expression at this moment, Zhao Dafu was a little confused and asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Wang...is there any problem?"

"No problem," Wang Ze smiled, "I just thought that if the parent star military could not take over this ghost, the way the ghost came from would be a bit intriguing."

"Boss," Qi Ming reminded, "The live broadcast of the press conference has begun to warm up."

"Open it."

"Okay boss."

Several light blue light rays intertwined, and a curved virtual projection screen condensed in a few milliseconds, and a multi-view conference screen was projected on it.

Zhao Dafu also became energetic, moved his seat and moved to the sofa.

He whispered: "This is the first time I've watched such a press conference. I'm either staring at data or traffic channels, for fear that something will go wrong."

Wang Ze made several control gestures and soon browsed the press conference.

The layout is similar to last time, except that there are more professional soldiers from the home star defense forces everywhere, and they mainly control the first floor of the hotel.

"Boss," Qi Ming sat in another corner of the sofa, one meter away from the boss. "This press conference also provides virtual enhanced perspectives, allowing the audience to appear near the venue through virtual images."

“This is quite human.”

"Well, this perspective line is already congested and cannot be allowed to enter! Are so many people paying attention to this?"

"I'll adjust it," Zhao Dafu said with a smile, and took his own network terminal to operate for a while.

Half a minute later, there were some shallow figures on the projection screen. It had already surrounded the building from the ground to the air.

Qi Ming asked in surprise: "How did this be done?"

"A few small plug-ins will be shared with Miss Qi later," Zhao Dafu helped his glasses, as if he had found the confidence of the chief technician of Weixing Group.

However, Wang Ze's expression became more and more serious, and his eyes kept moving from various perspectives.

Qi Ming thought about it, opened another projection screen, summarizing the barrage of the live broadcast room of the main line of the press conference.

At this moment, the barrage is rapidly flooding the screen. Sometimes you can see a few repeated messages after a glance.

【The home star defense team has come out!】

[Weixing Group has a wide range of hands and eyes!]

[Where is Detective Wang Ze? I won’t watch the press conference without Detective Wang Ze!]

[Weixing Group has a wide range of hands and eyes!]

Zhao Dafu curled his lips: "A group of repeating robots."

As an employee of Weixing Group, I naturally read the sarcasm implied by the four words "hands and eyes are clear".

At 8:48, Lin Weilin, He Qiu, and a middle-aged woman in camouflage clothes walked into the venue quickly from the left.

The barrage immediately began to flood the screen with the words [Wang Ze].

"The boss is very popular," Qi Ming couldn't help but sigh.

Lin Weilin's voice came out through the projection screen:
To be continued...