I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 421 - 284: Hometown People_2

Chapter 421: Chapter 284: Hometown People_2

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Harrison Clark was quite surprised and replied in dialect, “Hello. Who are you?”

“No need to have known each other before.”

The middle-aged man blinked.

In this instant, Harrison understood a lot, “Well, that’s true.”

“I just heard Mr. Clark’s speech, and I’m very impressed. Such magnanimity is not something ordinary people possess.”

The middle-aged man seemed to be good at striking up conversations.

Harrison smiled and shook his head, “Oh, I’m just an ordinary undergraduate student.”

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, almost laughing.

He took a breath before saying, “Well, an undergraduate student. But don’t you think you’re being too generous, Mr. Clark? Is it necessary?”

Harrison replied, “It’s necessary.”

He already knew the man’ s identity.

Perhaps he was a doctor, a businessman, or something else on this side, but that was not important.

In some sense, it was also a well-intentioned reminder from back home.

Harrison used to think like the man, but now he has changed his mind.

Others could be narrow-minded, but he couldn’t.

Rationally speaking, that’s true. And emotionally, he could also do something for his future comrades like Scott, Gaius, Lawrence, and others.

He didn’t deny their past hostility, and it wasn’t exactly harmonious now, but eventually, they would come together and fight for the same cause. Harrison chose to forgive his comrades’ ancestors.

When faced with a common enemy, he must take the first step in tolerance and extend a hand of cooperation.

But he wasn’ t really forgiving without principle. For those who did not accept his goodwill, he would slap them.

The middle-aged man smiled, “Since Mr. Clark has made up his mind, I won’t persuade him any further. But I believe Mr. Clark must have some preferences in his heart.”

Harrison did not deny it, “Of course. But my preference might be slightly different from yours.”

“It doesn’t matter. However, some of your fellow townspeople are concerned about your health. I’d like to introduce some Chinese acupuncture masters to Mr. Clark.”

Harrison laughed, “Thank you, thank you, but it’s not necessary. Since I dare to make such a fuss, I must have my own ways.”

“Then I won’t bother you anymore, Mr. Clark. You should get some rest.”

The conversation between the two came to a halt, and everything was left unspoken.

After the conversation ended, Harrison really closed his eyes to rest, but his mind was not idle.

Direct recruitment was an option, but the scope was not wide enough. He still wanted to intervene in a larger scope to the best of his ability.

The simplest way was to establish a non-profit organization similar to AAAS, where he could maintain some authority and influence within the organization. Human Scientists’ Living Security Association?

The ultimate goal is not to make researchers as wealthy as celebrities, but at least not to force those in the research field to supplement their household expenses by writing brainless novels about showing off, face-slapping, and picking up girls due to financial hardships, and eventually being forced to change careers due to reality.

The external slogan is to enable scientists to drive good cars, live in good houses, have a family doctor, and ensure the living security of themselves and their families.

Giving too little money is useless, and small attempts are not enough.

After considering various factors, Harrison firmly believed that this approach would be beneficial to civilization as a whole during his lifetime.

Doing this would not only expand his influence but also not involve other people’s nationality and other restrictions.

It’s a good idea. However, it’s a bit costly, and his personal industry needs to be even bigger to make this project truly meaningful. He must plan for the long term, and it cannot be rushed.

He prepared to write this into a secret plan and entrust it to his future self.

After six and a half hours, the plane landed, and Harrison walked out of the airport alone.

The middle-aged man had disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

When he got into Paul Powell’s car to leave the airport, Harrison keenly noticed the inquisitive gaze.

The other party was very professional and secretive, but he couldn’t hide it from Harrison.

He didn’t care about these covert observations.

Everything was under control.

Harrison knew what the federal side wanted to do.

However, he wasn’t worried about his own safety and wouldn’t be anxious about it.First, no one would bother to take the life of a “scientist” like him, so it is not possible for the other party to come for his life immediately.

Second, no one can do it.

He is Divine Eagle Harrison Clark, not a simple super soldier that can be summarized in a single sentence.

Throughout several eras, he effortlessly became the strongest warrior in human history.

Across multiple timelines and billions of competitors, he always stood at the top position, never relying on bluffing.

Even if he’s without equipment now, he can still go anywhere in the world.

His refusal of “compatriots” ‘s kindness was not because he was arrogant.

If there were more people around him, others might try to make a big deal, causing unnecessary casualties and exacerbating conflicts.

But with him being alone, those sent initially won’t come with heavy equipment.

Even if they did bring it, they wouldn’t take it out as soon as they met. Thus, Harrison Clark was confident that he could solve the problem in just 0.5 seconds and would have plenty of ways to quietly leave.

After all, a scientist who can’t write songs is not a good super soldier.

Paul the African American didn’t know he got involved in a big event, started the car, and excitedly asked, “Mr. Clark, are you still going to Mason Academy?”

Harrison Clark couldn’t be bothered to turn his head and look at the black business car quietly trailing behind, so he said lazily to Paul, “I’m not staying near Mason tonight. Just drop me off at the nearest Hilton on Starlight Avenue.”

“Sure, Mr. Clark.”

“How’s the housing situation?”

“It’s almost settled. The seller’s appointed appraisal company will soon complete the value assessment, and then the seller will publish it through their broker, so I’ll be the first to know.”

“Great job! No wonder you are one of the top ten brokers in Los Angeles.”

Arriving at the hotel, Harrison Clark settled in his suite, opened his laptop, and began “creating” by writing out the rest of Carrie Thomas’s five new works and dozens of other people’s songs.

After finishing the songs, he would also bring more detailed and accurate movie scripts than in the past.

By completing “Madman’s Conjecture Collection 2.0,” Mr. Clark rediscovered his own capabilities.

As a writer who can write more than 30,000 words per hour, Mr. Clark can finally say goodbye to his poor writing skills.

He also brought back some genuine masterpieces to move and complete.

Knock, knock, knock.

There was a knock on the hotel room door.

A smile flashed across Harrison Clark’s lips.

He opened the door.

Standing outside was Julia Lambert.

“Why did you change hotels?”

Julia asked puzzledly.

Harrison Clark walked back inside, casually replying, “There are more beautiful women around here.”

Julia shrugged, thinking, I don’t believe you.

The two talked for about an hour, primarily about the progress of Summit Ventures- -North America Branch’s establishment.

In the future, all English song market expansion in Europe and America will be carried out by the North America Branch in the initial negotiations and screenings. However, the final decision-making power would be in the hands of Harrison Clark.

He would personally listen to each buyer’s voice situation to strive for perfection.

“Go ahead and complete the company establishment as soon as possible, open up our local connections, and expand the influence of the Summit brand. If necessary, you can hire some locals at high salaries. You know all of this; I won’t repeat myself.”

After sending Julia away, Harrison Clark went out without any delay.

He got good news from Paul Powell.

The single-family villa in Newport Beach was officially listed, with a value of 13 million US dollars, but the seller voluntarily lowered the price to 12 million.

This villa has a total land area of 0.91 acres, with super-large outdoor gardens, a constant temperature intelligent swimming pool, and a private helipad.

The building structure has six bedrooms, seven bathrooms, a living room and smart kitchen downstairs, taking into account the needs of Chinese buyers, with both Chinese and Western cuisine functions.

There is also a steam therapy room, full window gym, small bar area, top audio and video entertainment room, and other comfortable amenities.

Underneath is a temperature-controlled wine cellar, bomb shelter, ammunition depot, and more.

The building is adjacent to the West Coast, with a sea view when opening the window. Within a five-kilometer radius, all living facilities are available, including normal-priced restaurants, supermarkets, cafes, gyms, and several high-end clubs loved by Hollywood celebrities.

After listening to Paul’s detailed introduction, Harrison Clark immediately went out.