Data Netherworld

On the top floor of the "Galaxy" club, the smell of money and perfume mixed in the air, which was so thick that it could not be dissolved. The neon lights of the city below turned into blurred spots, and no one could see clearly. Jiang Shu was sunk in the sofa in the corner, with half of his face buried in the shadow. The cigarette held between his fingers was half burned, and the ashes were barely falling. A figure cut off the blurry light and stood in front of him. The visitor was wearing an overly tailored suit, and every line screamed "sky-high price", but at this moment, the material could not hide the subtle trembling of the body underneath. It's Chen Miao, the man whose name has always been at the top of wealth lists and whose face is on the covers of global financial magazines. He was holding two glasses of amber wine in his hand, and the ice ball hit the wall of the glass, making a soft crack, which was very inconsistent with his dark and heavy complexion at the moment. "Mr. Jiang. "The voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against rusty iron. Without raising his eyes, Jiang Shu took a puff of cigarette and exhaled it slowly, leaving the smoke between the two of them. "Boss Chen admitted the wrong person. "His voice was flat and emotionless. Chen Miao's hand shook, and a few drops of wine sloshed out, soaking his meticulous cuffs. He didn't seem to notice, and just handed one of the glasses of wine forward half a minute. "Three years ago, the original data of the 'Gate' at the Aurora Observatory in Tromso, Norway, on the third underground floor... Was your handiwork. I know it's you. " The air in the corner suddenly tightened.