Chapter 175: Chapter 176: Of All the Things to Learn, You Chose This?
The Wynne Group owns several high-end brands globally, with thousands of stores worldwide.
Thea Lynch signed an agreement with them that requires every store in the Eastern Continent to have at least two intelligent robots. A rough estimate indeed suggests about two thousand units.
The order volume is somewhat terrifying, and it’s worth mentioning that this is a robot developed last year by the second division, but due to sales issues, production has been halted this year.
This time it was included in the exhibition just to fill the numbers, but still no one showed any interest.
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After sending off Abby, Foreman Leigh immediately called Foreman Warren, who was still in the hospital.
There was a delay in picking up the call, leaving Foreman Leigh both excited and anxious, pacing around nervously.
"You looking for me?" Foreman Warren hung up the call and suddenly appeared at the exhibition with Diana Dawson.
"..."
Foreman Leigh looked at the two of them, "Why are you back?"
He glanced behind them, "Where’s Foreman Lynch?"
"Still in the hospital."
"Then why did you come back?"
Foreman Warren delivered the blow: "Foreman Lynch’s boyfriend arrived, and he called us back."
This statement shocked Foreman Leigh considerably, making him wide-eyed: "Wait, Foreman Lynch doesn’t have a boyfriend! Are you sure you weren’t deceived?"
If they encountered some bad person...
At this thought, Foreman Leigh felt a chill down his spine, ready to rush over.
"No, no." Foreman Warren was too lazy to explain, leaving Diana Dawson to clarify.
"That’s Foreman Lynch’s brother, surname Qin."
Upon hearing that, Melody, who was walking over, asked with a joyful expression, "Ian Preston?"
Diana Dawson took out the business card given by the assistant and nodded, "Yes, yes, yes!"
Foreman Leigh took the card and skimmed through it.
The words LX Capital stood out prominently.
Being in the same department as Thea Lynch, he had naturally seen Ian Preston come to pick up Thea Lynch before.
After confirming it was Ian Preston, he was relieved.
Compared to them taking care of Thea Lynch, having someone close like Ian Preston was more convenient.
Melody inquired with concern, "Is Foreman Lynch feeling better?"
Diana Dawson replied, "She woke up once in the morning, but then fell back asleep. The doctor said they still need to observe her. She probably can’t come over today."
"No problem, no problem." Foreman Leigh waved his hand, "It’s a small matter; the few of us can handle it."
Foreman Warren crossed his arms, standing aside making sarcastic comments, "Not to say, but Foreman Lynch really went too far this time."
"Came on a business trip, and went to a drinking party instead."
"Delayed the important work."
Foreman Leigh punched him, "What do you know."
"Who do you think Foreman Lynch drank all that for last night?"
"For who?" Foreman Warren maintained his haughty demeanor, quirking a brow: "Surely not for me?"
"Ah, you actually guessed right."
Seeing Foreman Warren’s contorted expression, Foreman Leigh felt a sense of satisfaction and continued, "That big hunk of metal from your second division."
He pointed at the robot distributing snacks to the exhibition guests in front, "Foreman Lynch sold it to Wynne."
Foreman Warren quickly lifted his head, "Who?!"
"Wynne." Foreman Leigh was much calmer now, gesturing, "This number."
"Two units, huh." Foreman Warren dismissed it.
Foreman Leigh choked, "Who are you looking down on?"
"Are you underestimating Foreman Lynch or your big hunk of metal?"
This robot was Foreman Warren’s pride and joy.
He had always been committed to developing various robots, attempting to secure Stratus’s foothold in this field.
Unfortunately, that big hunk of metal gave him a brutal reality check back then.
"Just twenty, what, should I bow to her?" Foreman Warren didn’t take it seriously.
Melody, standing behind Foreman Leigh, shook her head vigorously and clenched her fist, signaling two more zeros.
"..."
Foreman Warren’s heart skipped a beat, "Two... thousand?"
Melody: "Correct!"
"!" Foreman Warren jumped up from his chair in excitement, "Really? Sold to Wynne?"
"You’re not kidding me, right?"
"Hold on, what does Wynne want it for?"
"Who cares what they want it for, Wynne has so many stores under them, this time Foreman Lynch has essentially monopolized the entire Eastern Continent market."
"A rough estimate suggests this number, but the exact figure depends on the number of stores."
Foreman Leigh: "The contract reportedly states, Wynne in all of its stores in the Eastern Continent. They have quite a few brands under them, with all sorts of stores and counters, tsk tsk tsk... Old Warren, you might really have to bow to Foreman Lynch."
Foreman Warren clutched his chest, feeling like he was dreaming.
Words were failing him.
Diana Dawson grabbed onto the critical point, "Did Foreman Lynch drink so much last night because of this?"
Foreman Leigh pointed at her, "You guessed right."
"I thought so, someone as steady as Foreman Lynch, why would she drink so much."
Foreman Leigh also expressed remorse, "Indeed. Usually, at our private department gatherings, Foreman Lynch always drank in moderation. It’s the first time I’ve seen her drink like this."
"Alright, let’s get to work first. Once we’re done here, we can go visit Foreman Lynch at the hospital later."
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Hospital.
When Thea Lynch woke up, she was still a bit disoriented, feeling like she was in a dream.
After a while, she listened to the sounds outside the door and finally figured out where she was.
Just as she was about to turn over, she suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Observe for another day."
He seemed to be discussing something with the doctor.
The rest of the conversation was unclear to Thea Lynch. Lying on the bed for a few seconds, she propped herself up, slowly sitting.
In front of her was the silhouette at the door.
The man had his back to her, still talking with the doctor.
Thea Lynch blinked, realizing the scene before her hadn’t changed.
He’s still here.
Wait, why is he here?
The assistant finished boiling water, poured a cup, and turned back to find the person on the bed sitting up.
Startling him, his hand shook, almost scalding himself.
"Miss Lynch, you’re awake?" After exchanging looks with Thea Lynch, the assistant promptly raised his voice to call out to Ian Preston at the door.
Ian Preston turned suddenly, locking eyes with Thea Lynch.
The latter’s face was pale, staring at him for a while, her voice hoarse as she asked, "When did you get here?"
Upon realizing, Ian Preston hurried over, his steps visibly unsteady.
"How are you feeling?" Ian Preston didn’t answer her question, anxious to know about her condition. Worried she couldn’t explain herself properly, he beckoned the doctor in quickly.
After a thorough checkup, the assistant saw the medical staff out.
Only the two of them remained in the room. Ian Preston helped her lie back, but Thea Lynch held onto his hand, not complying.
Ian Preston halted, gazing at her quietly.
Probably realizing she had done something wrong, she dared not meet his eyes, shifting her gaze as she softly said, "I want some water."
The assistant had poured the water too hot, so Ian Preston diluted it with some cold water, the temperature perfectly adjusted when he handed it to her.
Once she finished, Ian Preston addressed the issue, "What exactly happened."
"To drink and end up in the hospital, you’ve developed skills, Thea Lynch?"
"..." Thea Lynch felt guilty, but instinctively snapped back, "I learned from the best."
"Stayed with me and ignored the good things, only learning this?" Ian Preston let out a deep breath, clearly exasperated.
