Chapter 634: Chapter 400: Unintentional Radiance, Ten Thousand Feet (5677 words, seeking monthly votes)_3

But as soon as someone figured it out, he understood.

Well, this guy’s skill was too great, sometimes he couldn’t control his own talent, couldn’t suppress it.

The once tense atmosphere in the elevator space suddenly became different.

Mendelsohn and the other technical personnel of Area 52 immediately resisted Brigadier General Gerlad’s threat, reporting the situation to the Ministry of Science and Technology and AAAS once more.

Both sides remained in a stalemate for another hour.

It was not ideal to stand there, so they changed the location from the elevator to a small conference room inside.

After that, Brigadier General Gerlad, who was not well-liked, finally received a phone call and then obediently left.

Harrison Clark wasn’t angry, he just watched the excitement with his hands behind his back throughout the whole process.

He was not surprised at this situation.

He wasn’t worried either.

This was reality after all.

As they walked in, Mendelsohn explained a few more things to Harrison Clark.

Mr. Clark then learned that a lot had happened in just this short hour.

Raulsen and two other Nobel Prize scholars publicized that Harrison Clark wanted to establish an Association for the Protection of Human Scientists, which further elevated his personal prestige.

Before, people admired his academic achievements, but now they suddenly realized that his career was also related to their quality of life.

Such things were unthinkable for researchers in the past.

Even with the support of national power, most researchers only managed to make a basic living, and to live a better life, they had to give up their pen, pick up an abacus, and go into business with a guilty conscience.

If anyone else wanted to do this, everyone would think they were just bragging.

But he was Harrison Clark.

He was developing those technologies…

It was said that his disciple Rainer was conducting preliminary experiments using university labs, and the lab prototypes of room temperature superconductors were almost ready.

Not to mention he had so many other plans.

As long as he wanted, his wealth would eventually grow to an unimaginable extent.

So, how could we let a scholar with such great aspirations be maliciously speculated upon?

Although they didn’t know what secret Harrison Clark wanted to uncover, they knew their own business, and that the top federal research projects were in their hands.

Upon closer consideration, their stuff wasn’t worth being coveted, was it?

This kind of thought process was simple, and only a few minutes passed before the scholars in AAAS could change their minds.

At about the same time, the Oxford Professor submitted a new large-scale social experiment report.

This report included questionnaire results from Chinese native speakers.

Those interested in the report could skip the huge survey background introduction and data collation process and go straight to the conclusion.

The conclusion was clear, “The genuine sincerity of Chinese people’s ‘hypocrisy’ is the core driving force in forming a Community of Human Destiny.”

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and a new concept gradually emerged.

It was now 2020, and our technology had developed to this point.

Are humans facing a significant turning point in history?

Is it time for the Western world to put down its prejudices, for both the present and the future?

Harrison Clark himself didn’t expect that his small unintentional act would once again spark a major reflection.

Perhaps everything is chance, or perhaps it is fate.

He appeared at Area 52, such a top-secret location, as a visiting scholar today.

He encountered difficulties from politicians and extremists.

The reason for his difficulties could not be disclosed, but Mendelsohn and Ethan Evans could publicize the fact that his academic visit had been frustrated.Meanwhile, the release of “Madman’s Conjecture Collection 3.0” caused shockwaves.

His planning for the security association added a saintly halo around him.

Originally, the results of the Oxford Professor’s survey could not have had such a significant impact in a short period of time, but the confrontation here along with the near-simultaneous announcement led outsiders to believe that the professor was endorsing Harrison Clark.

A great number of people flocked to see the report’s conclusions, which, in turn, triggered a reevaluation of Mandarin-native speakers within the academic circles of English-native speakers.

It was a rapid chain reaction like nuclear fission, only happening in the world of information and people’s hearts.

Of course, this chain reaction had a key precondition: Harrison Clark’s exceptional personal abilities kept Gerard from easily capturing and controlling him, allowing Ethan Evans and Mendelson to operate freely.

In short, unintentionally, Harrison Clark had once again prevailed.

Harrison Clark then recalled his identity as a “venomous ant.”

It seemed that sometimes, not only could a venomous ant sting and hurt “people,” but it could also deter other ordinary “ants” after showing its muscles.

Some situations, which seemed outlandish and incomprehensible to ordinary people, seemed quite natural when it came to this venomous ant.

Entering the elevator again, this time it quickly moved diagonally downward.

Ethan Evans exclaimed, “Boss, did you foresee this situation, so you prepared the new edition of ‘Madman’s Conjecture Collection’ in advance to make the world marvel at you again, and then force those dirty and ugly politicians to bow their heads? Had you already arranged it, so you knew there wouldn’t be any unexpected developments?”

Unconsciously, Ethan Evans had changed his form of address, using “Boss.”

Harrison Clark shook his head, “No, I really didn’t anticipate this. I just clearly knew that no matter how strong the security here was, it couldn’t stop me. So, when you asked me to come, I came out of respect for you and to see the excitement.”

Ethan Evans asked, “Face?”

He then pointed to his face, “Is my face that big?”

Harrison Clark: “…”

Mendelson, who seemed intoxicated reading the report in his hands, reluctantly put down the tablet and said, “Mr. Clark, I can swear responsibly now.”

“What?”

“You must be the greatest scientist in the new era!”

It seemed that this guy was frightened by the contents of “Madman’s Conjecture Collection 3.0.”

Harrison Clark felt quite helpless about this.

This was his usual practice, just like plagiarizing songs and movies.

Why make a fuss?

He waved his hand, “Don’t praise me like this. I only stand on the shoulders of those who came before me and make some of my own guesses. The things I propose are conjectures that need to be proven by others. I don’t have any other special talents, just that I think one step ahead. It’s not a big deal.”

There was another moment of silence in the elevator.

Was this what set great people apart?

Humility, low-key, introverted, yet radiant.

Ethan Evans continued, “Actually, I’m also curious. Were you very angry just now, boss? Will Gerard’s presumptuous actions affect your future plans?”

The atmosphere in the elevator became tense again.

Although scholars enjoyed integration, politicians always liked to draw clear boundaries.

Mendelson also shared this concern.

Harrison Clark smiled and spoke candidly, “In my opinion, the current world order is still at a primitive stage, and conflicts between politics and ideologies are inevitable. But most people are prejudiced due to ignorance and immaturity. In my eyes, 99.99% of people in this world are immature, like children.”

“I’m an adult. If I were to get angry and make biased decisions just because of the ignorance of children, it would harm the future of the whole civilization. I am very clear about this. You may think that Gerard’s provocation just now was humiliating me, but I actually had no thoughts about it.”

Harrison Clark’s words were not mere flattery.

He had truly understood the nature of this era.

At the same time, his personal abilities transcended the times, so he could look at everything with such indifference.

He really couldn’t get angry.

Perhaps this was the destiny of a leader.

He was destined to become an unfeeling leader-machine sooner or later.