3580: C3580 Thomas You Can't Win

C3580 Thomas You Can't Win

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cook, Professor Qin said that we don't need to talk about the matter about Ma Ke. However, he still gave you a chance, you can personally make a trip to Princeton … …"

A pleasant voice came out of the phone.

Cook was driven mad at that moment!

Qin Luo actually didn't give him any face at all. He wasn't even willing to pick up the phone.

Also, who does Qin Luo think he is?

He had given himself a chance to personally go to the Princeton!

Who is he?

He is Cook!

It's the head of Nasa!

The entire Nasa had to be managed by him!

He had money!

Right!

There was even a network of people!

Why would Qin Luo treat me like that?

What the hell is he!

Cook was like a balloon filled with hydrogen gas. He was about to explode from the anger!

Originally, he had already put down his dignity and personally made a call to Princeton, expressing his wish to talk to Qin Luo.

However, he never expected that Qin Luo would not give him any face at all!

"This damned fellow …"

After cursing angrily for a while, Cook finally calmed down.

After thinking for a long time, he took out his phone from his pocket again and dialed the secretary's number. "Jack, help me book a plane ticket, I'm going to Princeton."

"Right, now is the time. The sooner the better!"

"No matter what cabin it is, as long as the plane can take off, it's fine!"

"I'm sure!" "Now is the time..."

After throwing down his phone, Cook hurried towards the airport.

About half a year later, a blue and white Boeing 747 took off from Los Angeles International Airport.

Directly rushing towards the Princeton …

… ….

Nasa.

Thomas returned, looking at the sullen Malcolm with a bright smile on his face.

Although he did not get Cook's answer this time!2

But he also expressed his attitude.

Cook was not a fool!

If he was an idiot, then he wouldn't have been entrusted with the task of managing the Nasa!

Thomas believed that Cook would make the right choice.

And what was the right choice?

Very simple, kick Malco out of the house!

In other words, he was like a grasshopper in the fall.

"If I were you, Marko, I'd start packing now."

"I don't want to end up in a sorry state after getting kicked out of the house!" Thomas stared at Malco and said word by word.

Sweeping out of the house?

It would have been better if Thomas hadn't said it. With this sudden declaration, the dark expression on Malcolm's already gloomy face darkened!

"Thomas, you think you won for sure?"

"Isn't it?"

"Heh heh... "Thomas, let me tell you, don't be happy too early!"

"Cook will never allow you to become the chairman of Nasa!"

"He would never kick me out of the game."

"You don't know, you don't know how much he invested in me."

"You think I'm the only one who wants to turn Nasa into a research institute for business?"

"NO!" You're wrong! This wasn't my idea alone, it was Cook's idea! "

"I am just a chess piece, but he is the one who is pulling the strings behind the scenes!"

"Right now, I am about to finish my modification of the Nasa. It is also the time for Peach Blossom to ripen. The moment you give up on me, that would also mean that Cook's entire plan will be overturned!"

"Do you think Cook will give up on me?"

"No, that won't happen. Thomas, you can't possibly win!" Marko howled like a madman.

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