Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 255 [A Vulgar Drama]

Frans Finch's position at the Electromagnetic General Center was as a key technical member in the Department of New Directions in Electrical Applications, and his own research focused on film.

So what he said he would show Ethan was his own product.

Led by him, the group walked into the lightning bolt-shaped building.

It's clear that there's a strong atmosphere of scientific research and invention here. No one paid much attention to Ethan and his group when they came in. Everyone was talking about their own things or coming and going in a hurry, obviously rushing to do something.

Finch's office was located deep on the second floor, in a place that was practically bottomless.

It's more like a laboratory than an office, filled with all sorts of parts and semi-finished products, making it resemble a small factory.

Very messy.

Finch seemed a little embarrassed as he entered, saying, "I don't have time to tidy up, I'm sorry, everyone..."

"It's alright, looking at the product is more important." Ethan thought this would better show that Finch was a pure technical talent.

“Okay, Mr. Ethan, this way please.”

Soon, the group arrived at a relatively cleaner area in the entire venue, where there was something completely covered by a white cloth.

At first glance, it looks like some kind of work of art.

Ethan smiled knowingly when he saw this. It seemed that Finch was really a big fan of his. This must be a tribute to his toilet.
“Mr. Ethan, please forgive my intrusion, but I really like your work and your ideas, so I imitated them.”

Finch seemed pleased that Ethan could see this, and there was a sense of satisfaction in his recognition.

He strode over to the white cloth, took a deep breath, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, next I will introduce my latest product to you: a multi-functional video and audio recorder all-in-one machine!"

As he spoke, he pulled off the white cloth, revealing a large machine that looked somewhat bulky but was extremely ingenious in structure.

Ethan looked at it and could vaguely see the shape of his world camera.

"You're saying this thing can record sound? Can you make a sound movie?"

He originally came with the intention of investing in silent films, but he didn't expect such a pleasant surprise. If it were a sound film, then his script would not have been written in vain.

"Mr. Ethan also knows about sound movies?" Finch was clearly more surprised; he hadn't expected his idol to seem to know more than he did.

“I’ve always been interested in movies.” Ethan nodded. “Just call me Ethan.”

"Yes, Ethan... Right now, all the films on the market are silent films, and everyone thinks that silent films are the future. But I always feel that a film without sound is really crippled, so I've been exploring the possibility of sound films. This is my latest achievement; I've successfully filmed content with sound."

As he spoke, Finch walked to the other side and brought out another machine.

"This is also one of my products, a sound projector. It's not fully mature yet, but it's already usable. Now I'll show you my filming results."

Finch was unusually energetic, perhaps because he had been recognized by his idol. He quickly called Kevin to draw the curtains together, then turned on the projector and started the screening.

It must be said that in a world where film is still in its infancy, the footage that Fincher shot was not part of a script or story at all; it was simply a clip of real footage.

However, the shooting angle was good, and it surprisingly gave people a sense of story.

The filming content mainly depicts the lives of some lower-class people in the southern district of the capital. There are people working hard, children looking at food with longing eyes, and various trivial conversations and chats.

It was quite boring.

But you could also say it has great potential.

Just as Ethan was engrossed in watching, the office door suddenly opened.

A rough voice rang out: "What are you doing? Finch, what are you doing in broad daylight?"

Forced to be interrupted, Finch had no choice but to end the screening and draw back the curtains.

At the same time, Ethan also saw the uninvited guest, a middle-aged fat man who looked like a petty person, and he was looking at everyone with a fierce expression.

"And who are these people? Finch? How could you bring outsiders into the company and let them look at the products? This is a breach of confidentiality!"

“It’s not that serious, Harvin. Besides, this is my investor, Mr. Ethan,” Finch retorted loudly, unable to contain himself any longer.

"Investors? Invest in what? Your things are company property, what right do you have to look for investors?"

"Sir, I have reviewed the contract. Finch signed an independent research and development contract, and your company is the first-line investor. However, if your company withdraws its investment, it can find other investors."

Ethan was, of course, already aware of Finch's current situation.

Why is it that he works at Azeratu, yet Kevin has to help him find investment?

It's actually a very cliché story: a genius and a group of mediocre people bursting with jealousy.

"I don't understand what you're saying. I'm giving you two minutes to get out, or don't blame me for being impolite."

The fat man, Ha Wen, appeared arrogant and haughty.

Finch's face turned red with anger: "This is Mr. Ethan, Ethan Pauleta!"

"Ethan Pauleta? Never heard of him. Do you think he's some big shot? This is the Electromagnetic Center!"

Fat Hani remained unconvinced and turned to call for help.

He froze, stunned, because he saw a tall, thin man walking toward him.

This tall, thin man was the undisputed leader in the company.

“Mr. Ethan is a real big shot.”

The man said something to the fat man, Hani, which startled him so much that he immediately lowered his head and repeatedly agreed.

A tall, thin man approached Ethan. He was a handsome man in his early forties, but a bit too thin. He was dressed in a well-fitting business suit and looked like a senior manager.

"Hello, Mr. Ethan, I am McGovern, the manager of the Electromagnetic Center. I am very sorry to have startled you. I extend my sincerest apologies. Mr. Azeratu is upstairs and would like to meet with you. Would you be so kind as to grant me this honor?"

“Of course, no problem.” Ethan was feeling regretful about not being able to meet Azeratu before he came in, but he didn’t expect to meet him now.

"By the way, Finch, you should come too, the master also wants to see you."

This surprised and delighted Finch, who quickly followed suit.

What surprised him even more was McGovern's next sentence.

"By the way, Havin, you've been fired. Go to the finance department to settle your accounts. You don't need to come to the company tomorrow."

"no……"

Fatty Ha Wen opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say.

(End of this chapter)