Chapitre 41: Buying Server Farm 3

I am convinced that human life is filled with many pure, happy, serene examples of insincerity, truly splendid of their kind-of people deceiving one another without (strangely enough) any wounds being afflicted.

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Emma's car parked in front of a breathing-taking mansion. The mansion was far from the gate, but Emma could see the flamboyant luxury design of the mansion.

In front of the gate, numerous guards dressed in black were patrolling. All of them were hefty built. A man walked to Emma.

"Do you have a reservation, sir?" The man asked expressionlessly.

"Yeah," Emma replied, lowering the window a little.

"Your name."

"Mr. Thomson."

Hearing this, the man checked for Emma's details on the device he held in his hand. After a few seconds. The stiff expression on the man's face lessened. "Sir, you can pass."

The man gave a signal to the others, and the gate was opened. Entering the mansion compound. The magnificent decoration astounded Emma the Vulture gangs spend in decorating this place.

They filled both roadsides with trim ornamental flowers. Everything was in perfect order. No one could guess that they could find such a place in the dangerous, desolate Vulture city.

Emma nodded subconsciously, appreciating the scenery.

>>This came out of the blue. They tried a little, though.

Hearing this, Emma could only shake his head. Meanwhile, Emma's car had already stopped in front of the mansion. Emma came out of the car, inhaling the fresh air from the environment.

"This refreshing." He whispered.

Beep! Beep!

[Signal interference is coming from the building. But Hades found a small opening in their defense.] Zeus notifies Emma through his phone.

Emma didn't stop walking. He typed a few words into his phone. And immediately the words disappeared from the phone.

The brief conversation between Emma and Zeus was like a ghost. It was traceless and couldn't be hacked. Emma's phone was a mini version of Zeus. Everything that happened on Emma's phone happened to Zeus.

'I need to do a lot of upgrades.'

A fat, bald, middle-aged man to Emma and gestured Emma to follow him. They led Emma to pass through numerous security checked. Shortly, when it was confirmed that Emma was clean. Thus, they led him into a dazzling room.

Everything in the room speaks of riches. Also, three men were already in the room. Two men sitting on both the left and right sides were in their middle thirties while the man in the middle was already in his fifty or so.

Seeing Emma, they stop their conversation. They fixed their eyes on Emma, scrutinizing the young man in front of them. Meanwhile, Emma was also checking them out.

"Friend, please have a seat." The elderly man in the middle said amicably.

"Thank you." Emma found a seat and sat opposite the three men.

Instantly, four young beautiful maids came from god knows where to serve fruits and juices to them.

Emma didn't budge from his seat. He crossed one leg on top of one another, waiting for the maids to do their things. Shortly, the room was void of the maids.

"Eat my friend." The elderly man persuades Emma while eating fruit.

"Thank you. I will eat when I accomplish what am here to do." Emma smiled.

"Oh, young man. Life is too precious. You must learn how to enjoy this life. Do you know how precious are these fruits nowadays? Don't tell me you're scared of been poison? "The elderly man joked.

"Of course, I'd fear of been poison. You said life is precious. So, I must be careful of my precious life." Emma replied casually.

Ha! Ha!

"I like you." The elderly man looked at Emma straight in the eyes, wiping the remnant of the fruits from his mouth with a white towel. But instantly, the expression of the middle-aged man changed drastically. It became deadpan serious.

"Why should we sell it to you?"

"Because you're losing from it," Emma responded frankly.

Hearing this, the three men raised their brows. They didn't expect such an answer from Emma. The young man on the right deepening his tone and glared. "What do you know! Why would you alter such nonsense!"

"It's either nonsense or not. You know. But I know for sure the servers will serve a more useful purpose in our hands than what you're using it do right now. Why risk it? Such server farm is too eye-catching for your business."

"Do you know I can kill you right now!" The other young man yelled. He looked at Emma with a menacing gaze.

Emma didn't panic under the threat. He sat leisurely on the chair and looked at the three men, not caring about the gaze they used to look at him.

"This is a business conversation. Why threat?" Emma changes his seating posture. "You know I can also threaten you. Hmm?" His lips curled up a bit.

"Youngman, do you know where you are!?" the elderly man asked flatly.

"Of course, I know. The Vulture nest." Emma answered, opening his arm wide. "Let forget about this threat of a thing. Let do business like a normal gentleman. Those servers are making you lose 20% percent of your revenue. Whereas, with my bids. You can go for smaller servers and achieve the same result, skyrocketing your income. It's win-win for both of us." He raised his brow with a light smile on his face.

"We are not complaining. So please find your way out." The young man on the right retorted.

"Sure, I will leave. But don't forget that the People's Advocate Rangers (PAR) are currently on inspections." Emma stood up and adjust his suit. "I don't know what they will do when they find such skeleton in your cupboard."

>>Hmm… You're getting better. But is the PAR really on inspections?

'That's left for them to find out.'