Three days later, a black car was walking in Cairo and heading towards the city center.

"Is this the Black Sutra of the Undead and the Golden Sutra of the Sun?" Ye Nan opened the two scriptures with the keys he snatched from Imodon, and saw some words that Ye Nan didn't recognize.

"The one inside should be ancient Egyptian. When you return to the United States, let Ellie help me translate it."

Ye Nan threw the Black Sutra of the Undead and the Gold Sutra of the Sun aside, sat in the back seat of the car, and rubbed his temples.

The continuous battles during this period made him a little tired, especially the oppressive feeling when facing the Sphinx, which made his heart tense to the extreme, and he urgently needed some rest and relaxation.

"Looking at your appearance, I don't seem to care so much about the Black Sutra of the Undead."

Liehu picked up the Black Sutra of the Undead, looked through it for a while or two, and found that he couldn't understand it, so he put it together.

"I remember you didn't want to give up at that time. Now that you have obtained the things, you've become distracted."

"Because I already know the answer, these two things are just two antiques to me." Ye Nan closed his eyes and looked calm.

Imoton was dead, and all the cloned and transformed people who could not be organized were killed by the fierce tiger. The Sphinx completely sank under the earth, waiting for him to dig up the pool of water used to store brain waves in the future, and he collected them to prepare for research.

"That kind of substance does not belong to the earth. It seems that in ancient times, guests from alien planets left a lot of things." Ye Nan rubbed his temples and thought again.

"As for now, this world belongs to the world of movies. All kinds of people and things in the movies appear in this world. So what is the alien in the movie that leaves liquid?"

"There are so many movies from ancient times, China and abroad. I have never seen them, and I don't know which movie it is, leaving behind such things."

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Take one step at a time and try to be proactive in the future and don't be so passive. If you bring weapons like flamethrowers this time, it won't be so difficult to fight. You must remember this lesson in the future. Everything needs to be prepared."

"We're here." Arnold turned his head and reminded Ye Nan.

"Have you arrived?" Ye Nan turned his gaze out the window and saw a group of employees of the icq Egyptian branch standing at the company's gate, slogan "Welcome to the President, Mr. Ye Nan, to inspect the Egyptian branch."

"Whoever paid attention to this is simply stupid." Ye Nan's face suddenly became gloomy. Such ostentatiousness would not only attract entertainment reporters, but also enemies.

Seeing the car coming, a group of people rushed up from the side, picked up long spears and cannons, and wanted to interview Ye Nan. Their languages ​​were also varied, including English, Mandarin, and other dialects that they couldn't hear clearly, which were in a mess.

"Is Mr. Ye Nan preparing to invest in Egypt?"

"Does Mr. Ye Nan have time to accept our interview? We are..."

"What is Mr. Ye Nan's view on Taiwan?"

"Will Mr. Ye Nan return to China to invest?"

A series of questions and various languages ​​intertwined, Ye Nan felt that there were countless flies buzzing beside his ears.

"Drive. Let's leave here and go somewhere else. In addition, we will contact the person in charge of the Egyptian branch of icq, ask him who made the situation, and ask him clearly and let him go with the bedding."

What Ye Nan hates the most is the reporter. He asks endless questions. He is not a star or a spokesperson for IQ Company. There is no need to deal with these reporters.

"etc……."

When the reporters saw Ye Nan's car moving, they immediately slapped the car door with their hands, trying to attract Ye Nan's attention. Some reporters even stopped the car in front of the car, blocking the car and preventing the car from leaving.

However, Arnold doesn't care whether there are people ahead or not, he only cares about Ye Nan's orders, so he still drives the car and doesn't take the lives of these reporters seriously at all.

"Wait, Arnold, stop driving, let's go down." Ye Nan called out to Arnold, opened the car door, and got out from inside.

Although these reporters hate them, they are not as annoying as they joke about their lives. When the car starts and the reporters in front will definitely be damaged. It will be a big trouble at that time.

"It's out, it's out..."

Someone in the crowd shouted, and countless microphones and cameras immediately pointed at Ye Nan who had just opened the car door and was about to get off.

Ye Nan frowned as he looked at the things handed over by these people. He pushed all the things away with his hands.

"I don't accept any interviews, please don't bother me."

Ye Nan's words were not taken seriously by those reporters. For reporters, interviews are sales. The more exclusive the interview, the higher the sales, and sales are the bonus.

"Just give me a little time, I only need ten minutes, no, I only need five minutes."

"Just answer a few questions from me."

The reporters were clamoring, and all kinds of voices were intertwined, and they couldn't hear them clearly.

"Arnold, push them all away for me."

Ye Nan issued an order decisively. The reason why he did not push these reporters away was to avoid these reporters taking advantage of the topic and saying that he was rude. After all, he still paid great attention to his reputation.

Secondly, he didn't want to expose his power. If he took action and pushed all these reporters away, it can be imagined that all kinds of speculations in the newspaper would come out the next day. At that time, he would explain it, which was impossible. The title of the reporter's uncrowned king is not something to say. In addition, it is not the United States, so it is not realistic to ban these media.

When Arnold heard Ye Nan's order, he immediately squeezed up and squeezed all the reporters away.

"Bastard, be gentle, be careful I will go to court to accuse you."

The reporters who were pushed away by him along the way were scolding her.

Arnold opened the way in front, and Ye Nan followed behind and broke through the reporter's encirclement.

"Good morning, CEO." A man in a straight suit and combed with short hair came up. He looked at Ye Nan's gloomy face and felt agitation in his heart.

"Whoever did it take care of me," Ye Nan glanced at him, said nothing, and stepped into the company with great strides.

"Yes, yes, it was an idea from a Chinese employee in the company. I immediately fired him and let him get out of bed." The man answered repeatedly.

Originally, he was going to keep a low profile as Ye Nan told him that Chinese leaders liked this tone the most, and Ye Nan was no exception. He thought about it and thought about it. He thought what the employee said was very reasonable, so he did what he said.

Hang flower baskets and put on banners, and all employees came out to greet them.

As a result, things were screwed up, so he pushed all the mistakes on the employee, hoping to kill the employee immediately.

"Chinese? Forget it, let me forgive others if you have to. I just told him to work hard in the future and not to do these messy things. This is not a domestic country, nor is it a state-owned enterprise."

When Ye Nan heard that he was a Chinese, he shook his head. In fact, this is not a bad habit. After all, typing such a big banner can also serve as a publicity effect, but he doesn't like this.

After Ye Nan finished speaking, he walked in. After only two steps, he stopped. Because in front of him, two Chinese people were waiting for him.

The man was carrying a camera, and the woman was holding a microphone, and ran over in an incredible posture.

"Hello. I am a reporter from China XX Provincial Daily. I want to interview you. Please look at the same Chinese and give me ten minutes."

The female reporter was wearing a professional outfit, with two jade rabbits on her chest, and she was full of her white shirt. She spoke in a pleading tone that made people unable to refuse.

"It only takes ten minutes, it's just a few questions. I promise that it won't involve your ** and your company's secrets. Please give me a chance, just once, please."

The female reporter folded her hands together, bent down slightly, and made a prayer move, her eyes full of hope.

Ye Nan hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Okay, come with me, but there are only three minutes."

Although he didn't like reporters, when a female reporter really begged in front of him, he still couldn't refuse and could only reluctantly agree.

"Thank you, thank you." The female reporter was so happy that she almost jumped up. Although it was only three minutes, it was an exclusive interview, and taking it back was also a contribution.

Ye Nan led the female reporter and the male photographer into an office and then said, "Okay, it's here. If you have any questions, please ask me."

"Yes." The female reporter quickly asked the male photographer to turn on the camera, and did not even say the usual opening, and went straight to the topic.

"Hello, as far as I know, your company spans 126 countries around the world, and your instant messaging software IQ is used by more than one billion people. How did you think of developing Zhejiang Mining software at the beginning?"

"How to develop it, because I was reborn!" Ye Nan muttered in his heart, but he spoke nonsense on his face, "Inspiration comes entirely from inspiration."

"Inspiration?" The female reporter had two big question marks on her brain, but she did not continue to ask, but asked a new question, "Your company's Terminator is selling well around the world. The US military uses Terminator in the Iraqi battlefield, which has caused a serious disaster to the Iraqi people. Do you have anything to say?"

"You also said that it was the damage caused to the Iraqi people by the US military, not me. Why do I have to speak? If I insist on saying anything, I can only say that I hope the war will end soon." Ye Nandao.

"Are you considered a tiger's tears?" the female reporter asked again.

"Of course not counted." Ye Nan shrugged, "I have deep sympathy for the experience of the Iraqi people, but I can't do much, I can only pray for them silently in the distance."

"But if you didn't develop the Terminator..."

"Please pay attention to your words. I have never developed a Terminator." Ye Nan's face changed. "The researcher who develops a Terminator is my subordinate, not me. Please don't confuse the concept."

"Yes, it's my fault, then please ask you..."

The two of them said and answered each other, and time passed quickly. When it was over, the woman remembered to say with regret: "Time passed so quickly, I hope I can interview you next time."

"I don't like the reporter's interviews, this time it's an exception. Okay, you can leave now. I still have a job, so I won't give it to you." To be continued...

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