I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 410 - 280: The Same Failure_l

Chapter 410: Chapter 280: The Same Failure_l

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Paul wouldn’t give up, “Mr. Clark, please just listen.”

“Let’s not talk about that. By the way, how is the villa in Newport Beach that I asked you to keep an eye on?”

Harrison Clark changed the topic and Powell fell for it.

“Hey, I have some great news for you, but it’s not the right time yet. Things will become more clear shortly, and I’ll be sure to inform you.”

Clark made an OK gesture, “I’m counting on you. As you know, my time is more valuable than money. I’m going to take a rest now.”

Successfully shutting him up, Clark sat quietly until they reached the airport.

The Boeing 777 took off with a roar.

Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers away in Boston, people were already waiting.

On the plane, Clark didn’t rest but constantly planned the operation in his mind.

He knew the difficulty of the matter, especially since he had already failed once in the previous timeline.

He didn’t want to experience the same failure twice.

Knowing the future doesn’t necessarily make it easy to avoid failure.

Linton Research Institute’s obstruction of Rainer was not an individual action, but an inevitable ideological confrontation between two world powers with varying beliefs.

Even if Clark tried to swap out everyone he planned to meet today with seemingly less extreme and more amiable people, it would still not make any difference to the final outcome.

Some things are deeply rooted, and what Clark needs to face is an entire huge ideological system that doesn’t show obvious differences due to individual variability.

At four in the afternoon, accompanied by his agent in Boston, Clark casually entered the Linton Research Institute.

The agent was a tall blonde woman named Lillian Aniston, who was very outgoing and had a Master’s degree from MIT. She was fluent in English, Chinese, Japanese, French, and German, and her family members were renowned scholars in the area.

“Mr. Clark, the attendees for this meeting are Dr. Laulsen, Dr. Ethan Evans, Dr. Nathan Stanford… Here is a list with a brief introduction of the responsible persons.”

As Clark walked and looked at the information, his brows gradually furrowed.

In the twenty-first century, he had not deliberately learned about the academic leaders of this era.

However, he had seen these names in the history of this century’s technology as compiled by future generations in the thirty-first century.

Clark probably knew more about them than they knew about themselves.

Each one of them was a leading figure, almost all Nobel Prize winners.

But not right now, as some were still in the queue, while others had not yet achieved significant results.

Of course, all these people had one thing in common: they were not friendly towards Clark’s homeland, and could be considered intransigents. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Unfortunately, these people also held power in both the Linton Research Institute and the AAAS, making them difficult to deal with.

In the previous timeline, Clark had not understood why these learned people were so unreasonable, eventually getting angry and storming out of the meeting.

He also lost his temper, drawing a line between them, and stating that they would never interact again if they persisted with their behavior.

Both sides ended on bad terms.

Two years later, when the Summit Research Institute continued to produce impressive results and the influence of The Madman’s Conjectures Collection continued to expand, even the Nobel Prize could not be bestowed on their heads. These people eventually apologized to Clark, and quickly resolved Rainer’s legacy issue.

Clark felt good after proving them wrong, but the wasted time was irretrievable.

Now, things were different. He understood their positions first, and no matter what they said, he could find their motives.

Clark believed that even if they couldn’t reach an agreement this time, the result would not be worse than the last.

“Thankyou, I have a rough understanding of the situation now.”

Clark returned the materials to Lillian.

“Mr. Clark, so quickly?”

Lillian asked in amazement.

She had only given the information to Clark for seven or eight seconds, and he had already finished reading it?

Clark nodded with a smile, “I read quite fast.”

Lillian Aniston believed him, after all, he was the genius scientific thinker who wrote The Madman’s Conjecture Collection.

Yes, because Clark had no practical experience, and The Madman’s Conjecture Collection contained no validation process, the academic world currently viewed him as a scientific thinker.

Ten minutes later, they entered the meeting room, which was empty at the time.

Clark looked at his watch, “It’s 4:15 in the afternoon. Isn’t that the time we agreed on? Did we go to the wrong meeting room?”

Lillian replied awkwardly, “I’m sorry, Mr. Clark, they may be having a regular meeting in the upstairs meeting room. I’ll go check, please wait here.”

Exactly ten minutes later, a group of white-haired men followed Lillian and walked into the room in a mess.

Clark, seated at the head of the table, raised his eyes and raised his hand as a greeting.

He finally understood why his previous self had stormed out.

These people should be punctual by definition, but this deliberate 10-minute delay was clear that they were trying to assert dominance. While petty, it was very effective in agitating people.

These people showed some dissatisfaction towards Clark, but their own attitudes were not much better, so they did not lose their temper on the spot.

Dr. Laulsen, the deputy director of the Linton Research Institute, who hosted the meeting, gave a perfunctory round of applause to welcome Clark’s arrival.

“The Linton Research Institute welcomes the arrival of world-renowned music producer Mr. Harrison Clark…”

Amidst a torrent of nonsense, Clark didn’t bother to listen carefully.