Chapter 619: Chapter 395: What I Want to Do_2

Now she had changed somewhat, but it still took time.

She found that Harrison Clark still had a mortal side, and felt that if it were him, it wouldn’t be entirely impossible.

Carrie Thomas started imagining the scene of their kiss, involuntarily blushing and speeding up her heartbeat.

Long after, Carrie finally fell into deep sleep.

When Harrison Clark got up early the next morning, she had already gone back to Mason Academy, only saying that she had some new inspiration that needed refining.

Harrison didn’t question it, even secretly rejoicing.

It must have been the story I told her yesterday that moved her, and this time she might write a different kind of love song, right?

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Burlington Hotel, located in the downtown area of Carlisle, is a century-old hotel with a long history.

The hotel has a standalone building with an antique small conference room that can accommodate hundreds of people.

Decades ago, Burlington Hotel was a popular spot for many famous scientists to hold press conferences, or for various academic associations to hold exchange meetings, with a strong cultural atmosphere.

At 8:50 in the morning, Harrison Clark arrived by car.

Dr. Laulsen and Dr. Ethan Evans, these two old acquaintances, were waiting on the ground floor.

Eilen Elvin had decided to go to the Summit Research Institute, but his current projects and work here needed wrapping up and had not yet been completed, so there was no rush.

When Harrison got out of the car, the two of them were inside talking to another white-haired old man, not noticing the entrance.

Mr. Clark was being stopped at the entrance by the security guard.

The gist was that he had yellow skin, and was so young without an invitation, he was not allowed in.

Harrison was quite speechless.

It’s 2020, and they’re still playing this card?

You must be sick of it.

But he wasn’t surprised because, sporting a young Asian face in this country, encountering such irritating trivial matters wasn’t surprising at all, it was routine.

“Can you check the list of invited attendees? There should be my information and photos inside.”

He wasn’t angry, just calmly said.

One of the security guards refused to check, showing no interest.

The other supervisor-level security guard was a bit more serious, took a few more looks, and then hurriedly let him in and apologized.

Harrison waved his hand, not wanting to deal with them, and walked straight inside.

It wasn’t until Harrison approached that Raulsen and Ethan Evans noticed him and hurriedly introduced him to the other scholars attending the meeting.

Others were still shocked by Harrison’s youth.

When the affair of defending the “The Madman’s Conjectures Collection” author happened, many people already knew he was a young scientist.

But the “young” scientist usually meant at least over thirty, the youngest would be like Rainer at twenty-nine, never expecting Harrison to be this young.

People were amazed and admired him while secretly thinking that he was indeed a young man, very defiant, or else he wouldn’t have defied the ABI Management Bureau like that.

To their surprise, Harrison didn’t need Raulsen’s introduction, he could call out the names of almost every scholar in the venue, greet them, and even talk about their achievements.

If he was just an ordinary person, others would think he was definitely interested in academia, that the young man had a broad range of interests, studious and inquisitive.

But he was Harrison, and that he could call out so many names showed that he wasn’t arrogant despite his youth, he was approachable, warm and humble.

This gave people a good impression.

He was very gentlemanly.

Even the scientists who are obsessed with academia crave the recognition of others on an equal level.

Combined with the Summit Research Institute he is currently establishing, others can also sense his grand ambitions.

Today, everyone in the conference venue comes from various industries around the world, and he knew them all, surely he wanted to recruit people.

It is said that he offers high salaries, and if there are projects that can make history in his research and suits one’s research direction, it wouldn’t hurt to consider it.

Now, Harrison was in a good mood.

Before coming here, he didn’t expect to meet so many names he had seen in historical books.

He used to know little about the scientific community, but now he had retraced the 21st-century technological progress from the 31st-century several times, going through the ins and outs of even the most trivial areas, and with his extraordinary enhanced memory ability, it’s not difficult to match these people with the photos in the history of technology.

There were only a few scientists he couldn’t call out by name, not because he didn’t recognize them, but because the gap between the photos and video information these people left in historical materials and their current age was too large.

The photos were either too old or too young.

For example, an old man who was handsome when he was young, with a shameless 30-year-old handsome photo.

There are also some 40-year-old young people who don’t have high achievements now and only achieve great academic success when they get old, with photographs of their old and haggard looks at sixty or seventy years old.

But as soon as these people reported their names, Harrison immediately knew who they were, and quickly complimented them on their achievements.

Others were immediately flattered, rushing to praise each other.

The atmosphere at the scene was quite peculiar.

On the one hand, contemporaries admired Harrison’s youthfulness and talent, on the other hand, Harrison admired these scholars for their ultimate achievements seen through the observation of future generations, with compliments flying all over the place.

Ethan Evans, who was now half Harrison’s man, accompanied him throughout the whole process.

Before the official meeting began, Harrison got acquainted with most of the people on the scene, and then chatted briefly with Ethan Evans, Raulsen, and two other Nobel Prize winners at a table.