Chapter 32: 3-sided spy

　　 After finishing a heavy day of work, Robert Downs returned to the dilapidated building.
　　 poured a half glass of red wine, leaned on the sofa, tasted bit by bit, the mellow fragrance spread in the mouth, the time seemed to freeze.
　　 Robert loves red wine very much. When he was the boss, he would pour two glasses of Romani Conti every night. The feeling is endless.
　　 When I was young, the sound of the door opening came from behind. Warren Austin walked into the room, glanced at the empty wine bottle in the corner, and said helplessly.
　　 "A box of red wine will be drunk in a few days. It seems that I have to call the boss and ask him to send a few more boxes."
　　 Robert raised his glass, "Would you like a drink."
　　 Warren shook his head, "I prefer whiskey to red wine."
　　 "Whiskey is too strong and it is easy to get drunk."
　　 Warren was noncommittal, and instead asked, "How is the financing going?"
　　 Robert shook his glass and said casually.
　　 "Luke Shaw has given me the full power of financing."
Oh!
　　 Warren raised his brows slightly, a little unbelievable,
　　 "I remember not long after you joined ShowMe, he gave you such an important job."
　　 "He has no choice but me."
　　 Simple words contain strong confidence, Warren smiled cateringly, but a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.
Originally, he admired the ShowMe boss. In just two months, he developed a startup company to the scale of millions of users. This is not something ordinary people can do, but from now on, he is just a guy who is lucky. .
　　 Unknown people, improper employment, this kind of people also want to succeed!
　　 "It seems that the financial power of ShowMe is already in your hands."
Robert nodded, "ShowMe has a big gap in the funding chain and urgently needs cash flow. This afternoon, Luke Shaw gave me a dead order. Before next Friday, I must finalize the financing plan. The bottom line is 35 million US dollars. "
　　 "What about the shares?"
　　 "20%!"
　　 "Too few, the boss's request is more than 67%, absolute control."
　　 "I'm afraid it will be difficult, Luke Shaw will not agree."
　　 Warren raised the corners of his mouth and said indifferently, "It's nothing more than a seventeen-year-old kid, what can he have! If he disagrees, let him see the world of adults."
　　 Robert glanced at his old friend, eyelids lowered, and looked forward faintly, not knowing what he was thinking.
　　 "Tomorrow morning, the investment department of Sequoia Group will negotiate with you. The next thing is up to you."
　　 "I know how to do it?"
　　 Warren patted him on the shoulder and left with a big smile.
　　 The door was closed, and the dark room fell into silence again.
　　 Time passed bit by bit, when the needle crossed the ninth mark, Robert put on his coat, walked out of the house, through the alley full of sewage, and stopped at a street restaurant.
　　 bought a cup of coffee and two sandwiches, sat down on a table or chair where no one was there, and ate bite by bite.
After a while, a middle-aged white man of about 40 years old walked into the store. The middle-aged man was tall and strong, and his suit swelled up. There was a gold chain under his collar and a gold watch on his wrist. The dress of a successful deputy, but that face full of flesh is prohibitive.
　　 He sat on the chair opposite Robert with a grin and said coldly,
　　 "You made Lao Tzu wait ten minutes."
　　 Robert put down the sandwich quickly and glanced around, making sure that no one was paying attention, then he said in a slightly complaining tone.
　　 "Mr. Rhodes, there is nothing you can say on the phone, you know who I am, you can't say anything."
　　 "Who cares about you!"
Alexander Rhodes grinned, made no secret of the irony on his face, slapped the table, called the panicked waitress over, ordered a glass of dark beer, and continued, "It’s not the boss who said, I’ll come to Metropolis. Broken place! Listen..."
　　 He put his arm around Robert's neck, threatening word by word,
　　 "The boss is very dissatisfied with your work, let me beat you! Know the meaning of beating!"
　　 Robert struggled, "My injury is still not healed, and I won’t be able to go to work anymore."
　　Alexander Rhodes touched his chin for a moment, and pushed Robert onto the chair with his nervous expression.
　　 "Remember this first, let's talk about Batman."
　　 Batman!
　　 Robert moved his neck and his face was confused.
　　 Alexander gritted his teeth and said, "I don't care what you use, you must get Batman's identity information within two days. This is the last test the boss will put on you. If you can't succeed, you know what the result will be."
　　 Upon hearing this, Robert was desperate.
　　 "Batman didn't use his real name to register, and he couldn't find his personal information. According to the news from the Ministry of Technology, Batman is probably in the North Pole. You can't let me go to the North Pole. How can I have that ability?"
　　 "Arctic!"
　　 Alexander was furious, "The rotten bat was still in Gotham City last night and went to the North Pole in a blink of an eye, FUCK! Dare you lie to me!"
　　 roar exploded, all the customers in the coffee shop looked over here,
　　 Robert waved his hand again and again, nervous and scared, "I didn't say that the other person was in the North Pole, and the ip address indicated that the registrant was in the North Pole. That is to say, he was likely to build a base there."
　　 Alexander thought for a while, and felt that the other party's words made sense, and he would not write his real name.
　　 "I have already told you what the boss said. Whether it can be done has nothing to do with me. It will only take two days. Let's figure it out!"
　　 The words fell, took the beer glass, and pinched the waitress's fat ass. Alexander glared at him, but Alexander didn't care and whistled triumphantly.
　　 Robert had a bitter face, wanted to explain, but didn’t know how to say, sitting there was like a puff, for a long time, he said in a low voice.
　　 "I think it's impossible to find Batman's identity in a short time under the current situation, unless the boss sends someone to the North Pole."
　　 After a pause, he looked up and saw that Alexander was still "hooking up" with the waiter, and continued.
"But now there is a great opportunity to track Batman for a long time, and that is ShowMe. As long as you master the ShowMe database, you can find his real location based on his ip address. In addition, you can also control his account to publish or Delete some inappropriate statements, such as supporting racism, terrorism..."
　　 "Mr. Rhodes, are you listening?"
　　 Alexander poured a whole glass of dark beer into his stomach, UU reading www.uukanshu.com belched with satisfaction and said,
　　 "I am not interested in the ip, social accounts and the like you mentioned, so let's just say it, what do you want to do?"
　　 "The original plan is to acquire ShowMe and firmly control the social platform in our hands, boss, I sincerely beg you to let me meet Sidney, and I will convince him."
　　……
　　 At ten o'clock in the evening, after watching Alexander take the waitress away, Robert subconsciously tightened his clothes. He no longer remembered how long he hadn't touched a woman.
　　 Enduring the cold night wind, Robert returned to the dilapidated room.
　　 The lights came on, and a familiar and unfamiliar figure sat on the sofa, with indifferent eyes looking straight at this side.
　　 FBI, Roger Consius!
　　 Robert was shocked,
　　 "You... why are you here?"
　　 Roger Consius raised his legs and said with a smile.
　　 "Alexander Rhodes, Falcone's confidant, if I tell Luke Shaw that you have colluded with him to sell ShowMe, guess what he will do with you."
　　 "I don't know what you are talking about? Mr. Consius, I seriously warn you that it is illegal to break into a house."
　　 Robert swallowed and foamed, his eyes patrolling the room.
　　 "Stop looking, the others are outside, only you and me in the room."
　　 Roger Consius got up, came to Robert, and put a recording in his ear. After listening to it, Robert fell to the ground like a boned fish.
　　 Roger Consius patted him on the cheek and smiled low.
　　 "Mr. Downs, from now on, you are mine!"