Chapter 4: Black Card
The password box was opened, and the content wasn't as gorgeous as the box.
There were only a pile of crumpled scrap paper.
But in the eyes of scientists, these pieces of scrap paper were more precious than any wealth.
Doug Jones picked up every piece and quickly scanned them.
The shocked look in his eyes became more and more obvious. Behind him, Blair Bates and Grant grant both had the same facial expression.
"Genius! Absolute genius! No one had expected the formula of the Antimatter Theory. We were wrong, we were all wrong..."
"He made the physics reach a new high by himself!"
"As long as we have this, mankind can finally enter the era of space."
Before the Antimatter Theory was proven, all scientists were pessimistic about the prospects of exploring outer space.
Because even if mankind exhausted all the resources on Earth, they still might not be able to build an interstellar spaceship that could travel in space. Even if it could carry people, the passengers would not be in a big number. Moreover, in the midst of wandering in space, they might not be able to find the next suitable planet.
But once they had the Antimatter Theory, everything would be different.
The source of energy would be endless, and the mankind's vision for the future would be broadened.
This was the reason why Doug Jones and other scientists paid much attention to this theory.
A large amount of information had already been lost before the discovery of Reidon's manuscript.
Therefore, it was not clear whether other countries knew about the formula of the theory.
If the terrorist organization knew Reidon who could bring a country's technology into the era of space by himself, would they kidnap him?
How terrifying if they get him?
When the Five Eyes Alliance heard the news, they immediately used all their resources and activated the highest level of defense in the country to protect Reidon.
Reidon himself didn't have any expectations about these theories.
He felt that these theories were too whimsical. He was just an ordinary citizen, and he was already lucky that he could make money from the system.
Not to mention, he could not afford to buy the materials to prove the Antimatter Theory.
He wrote the manuscript just to get research points.
When he got the research points, he would throw the manuscript away as if it was trash.
Because that was no longer useful to Reidon. He could understand the technology, thanks to the technology points.
When the national governors got the news, they did not understand what was going on with Reidon.
But they sent all their forces to retrieve the lost manuscripts without letting Reidon know, because they thought that Reidon might have more secrets
A normal person wouldn't be able to become a super scientist in such a short time.
They didn't want to disturb Reidon's life so that he could continue his research.
They also sent many agents to secretly protect and monitor Reidon.
They monitored Reidon almost 24 hours a day, afraid that these manuscripts would be lost abroad.
The manuscripts were so important that it had the potential to start the Third World War.
Everyone knew that in the current, all countries were evenly matched.
Whoever could step into the era of space first would be the dominant country!
...
The next morning.
The alarm clock woke Reidon up at 7 o'clock. He covered his ears, because he woke up with a hangover.
He was a salesman, and he had to get to work before 9 o'clock.
But Reidon's performance was very poor. He wanted to be better, so he always started working at 8:30.
But even if he got up early every time, he couldn't sell any insurance as usual.
He habitually got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself up, shave his beard, and take a shower to wash off the smell of alcohol.
He put on his old suit and unwashed tie again and got ready to go out.
When he went out, a phone call suddenly came in.
It was an unfamiliar number.
Reidon was a little puzzled. Other than the salesmen who came to promote him, he rarely received a phone call, except for hs stingy boss.
Because he didn't have any clients.
After picking up the phone, Reidon still said in a very energetic voice,
"This is Reidon Goodman. What can I do for you? There are always risks in life. I have insurance here..."
"Oh, thank you, sir. But I'm just a courier. There's a delivery for you downstairs. Can you take it now?"
"Uh, okay. I'll be right there."
Reidon went downstairs in a hurry.
The courier was waiting for him and smoking before he handed Reidon a letter.
Reidon took a very thine envelope, and there was a card inside.
He felt excited. Did the system's bankcard arrive so quickly?
After tearing it open, a black card fell out of the envelope.
On the surface of the black card, there were no markings. However, many fine lines on the black card could be felt after being touched carefully.
Under the reflection of the sun, the word "Mint" could be seen.
Mint, a famous top-tier bank, did not serve any ordinary customers. They only served exclusive clients.
They only issued Black Card.
With this black card, you were a top client of Mint, and you could ask Mint to serve you whatever you want.
For example, after you ate the best caviar in New York, you wanted to go to the Burj Khalifa to throw a party.
Logically, no flight could get you there on time, and the Burj Khalifa could not be booked.
But as long as you called Mint to arrange for you, a Rolls-Royce would carry you to the airport where a private jet was waiting for you to take you to the Burj Khalifa.
Without having to consider anything, as soon as you arrived, you could throw your party and have fun.
As for how Mint did it?
It wasn't what you needed to consider. It was just one of the service Mint provided to its members, as long as you didn't mind the astronomical figure that would appear on your bill later.
Reidon recognized this card. He had once followed his boss to visit a rich man.
He showed off the black card and mocked Reidon, "The poor men like you can never get it. You're lucky to see it."
Reidon cracked a smile because this black card was a proof of rich men. Even if the owners did not use it for money, they would have many benifits.
The one with it could have the membership of all high-end clubs.
The courier didn't understand why Reidon was so happy to receive a black card, so he simply took out a pen and asked him to sign for it.
Reidon wrote down his name by using strokes of his pen, then took out the five dollars from his pocket and put into the courier's hand. "Here's your tips!"