Chapter 207

Yves came together with Senator Carles to the conference room. Sitting in the main chair, Yves said. "Please, Senator."

"Planet Media's newspaper and Broadcast has been selling well lately, and Congress is planning to sell bonds and wants to advertise in the newspaper and TV show." Carles said respectfully.

"Oh, it's just a small matter. You don't need to see me for a matter like this, you can come directly to my company, and someone from the news department will take care of it right away."

"If it still doesn't work, you can ask my wife, Sinthea... or maybe Congress' wishes aren't that simple, which is why you wanted to see me personally, right?"

"Senator, we have a very good working relationship. Please let me know if you have anything to say." Yves couldn't believe that they wanted to advertise a simple commercial.

"So... I would like to give an interview to Mr. President. Since the war, our economy has begun to recover, and we need to start conscription to ensure future interests."

"Dr. Yves, you are a smart man, I am sure you know what we want." Senator Carles said.

"You mean, you want me to have a hand in this? Whether you guys go to war or not, that has nothing to do with me."

"Or you guys want me to pay? Hand over my money just like people hand over their gold?"

"I'm not interested in peace medals or patriotism, don't fool people with this kind of useless stuff." Yves said lazily.

"Of course not, Congress won't force the capitalists to hand over their money. On the contrary, President Roosevelt really appreciates talented men like you, and he wants Planet Media to make some positive reports about the political department and members of Congress."

"If you have other inventions, you can let me know, I will prioritize them and grant you a patent quickly." Congressman Carles finally said his true intentions.

Congressmen saw Planet Media's popularity and wanted to ride this wave of popularity to increase their own.

At the same time, they also want to promote their own faction characters to prepare for the next election.

As their reputation increases, people are more likely to vote for them.

On top of that, they're after this tech too!

Yves nodded, "No problem, but the company's interview schedule is currently full, it will be possible again next two month at the earliest."

"Interview fees are not cheap, Senators should know this, and my own company is always neutral and never spreads fake news, that's the principle."

"We understand that, Dr. Yves. Rest assured, we will definitely be prepared."

"Okay, Mr. Senator, nice to work with you." Yves handed over an envelope from under the table.

Senator Carles picked it up expertly and squeezed it. From its weight and shape, there must be a lot of money inside the envelope.

"Nice to work with you too, Dr. Yves." Carles smiled.

After leaving the conference room, Yves inwardly sneered at the Congresspeople. There seem to be no idiots in Congress; they know how popular the news is.

They came here with the intention of warning him as well as asking.

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Coming to a house on the outskirts of town; this house was a small bungalow that had been renovated. He had come here with Sarah before, but now it looked a bit dirty.

That's right, this is Steve's house!

Hearing a knock on the door, Steve, who was busy reading the newspaper, got up from his seat to open the door while wondering who had come to visit.

He only had two friends: Bucky, the rich guy who lived nearby, and Yves, her mother's employer. He and Yves have little contact, especially since Yves moved with her mother to MIT.

Opening the door, the guest turned out to be none other than Yves. Seeing the man's arrival, Steve became quite happy.

"Oh, it's you, Yves. Great, come in, come in in, it's been a while since we last met." Steve welcomed happily.

"Long time no see, Steve. I happened to have something I needed to take care of around here, so I decided to drop by." Yves shook Steve's hand and went into the house.

Inside the house, there was a black and white photograph hanging on the wall, a picture of a heroic middle-aged man, Steve's father.

Steve brewed a cup of black tea and placed it in front of the man's desk. Happily, Steve asked. "Hey, Yves, how's my mom these days? I haven't seen her in a while, I wonder how she's doing now."

Hearing this question, Yves became confused and didn't know how to answer. 'Son, your mother is doing very well, not only in her work, but in taking care of me as well. It won't even be long before she gives birth to a cute baby for me, hahaha!'

Of course, Yves wouldn't say it outright. Even though Steve was a nice guy, no matter how nice he was, Steve would still beat him up if he found out that he got his mother pregnant!

After a moment of silence, Yves slowly said. "Aunt Sarah is fine, she's doing a good job. She helps me look after the house as well as my lab."

"By the way, Steve, what about you, have you joined the military?"

At this time, Steve still did not know about his mother's condition; besides, every time he called, Sarah only said she was fine, after which she sent Steve money regularly. So it was natural that Steve was still unsuspecting.

"Still the same, they rejected me again. They said I was too weak." Steve said in a sad tone.

Yves nodded. It was true that Steve's body was too weak. He was only 160cm tall, even shorter than Carter. For a man, Steve was a bit too skinny.

"Don't be sad, Steve. Have you had enough money lately? Eat more meat and exercise. When the war comes, their military requirements will drop, I'm sure you'll be able to join." Yves said.

"Thank you, Yves." Steve appreciated his friend's support.

"By the way, what are you doing these days? I've seen you in the newspaper a lot. Look, here's a picture of you, the smartest scientist in America!"

"You really are a wonderful person, Yves... wait, can you stay and have dinner with us tonight? My best friend, Bucky, really admires you."

"If he sees you, he'll probably jump for joy! We want your autograph!" Picking up the newspaper, Steve said excitedly, looking like someone who had met his idol.

"Huh?" Yves felt a little confused; what exactly had happened? Since when did he become the idol of Steve and his best friend, Bucky?

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