Novel Bin Chapter 258 - 258: 194: The Familiar Recipe
Chapter 258 - 258: 194: The Familiar Recipe
Translator: 549690339
Sharp edges fully exposed is Carrie Thomas’s fourth heavyweight work after The Fire, Self-Combustion, and Morning Wind.
She didn’t feel particularly proud.
The current Sharp edges fully exposed is not a finished product, but a coherent melody and relatively rough lyrics in Carrie’s view.
She just couldn’t restrain her inner excitement and wanted to share it as soon as possible, so she offered it to Harrison Clark, just wanting his simple praise. Because Carrie knows that even if she keeps refining Sharp edges fully exposed to the extreme, it will barely be on par with the seven songs of Gazing into the Distance that Harrison gave her.
She didn’t dare to be arrogant, after all, how could a grain of light dare to compete with the bright moon.
After returning last night, she first savored the seven songs in her heart, the more she thought about it, the more amazed she was.
The layers of intertwined melodies, the exquisite yet powerful reverberations.
The mentality of being in the mundane world but harboring a thousand years of ambition, trying to shoulder the prosperity of mankind.
Although the countless creative ideas hidden in the “Divine Sword Melodies” and the explosive inspirations soaring to the sky were not clearly identified by her, they directly bypassed the logical stage, soaked her heart, and buried themselves in her heart like seeds, taking root and sprouting.
As the seed broke through the ground, it stubbornly shattered some of the hard shells covering the surface of her thinking.
At that moment, Carrie’s heart thumped wildly.
Her heart was boiling with surging river water, the fierce emotions urgently needed to be vented, and the various melodies in her mind leaped like tigers out of the gate, finally jumping onto the paper, forming the embryonic form of Sharp edges fully exposed.
In this song, she vented her admiration for Harrison Clark to the extreme, and madly praised Harrison’s extraordinary talents and shocking feelings.
After a long time, Carrie pressed the strings, put down her guitar, and asked Harrison with a blushing face, “How is it?”
Harrison fell into a long silence.
He has tasted countless songs, and after becoming a Galactic Human, his own thinking and the connection with the mysteries of the universe have become closer at the subconscious level. Therefore, his current appreciation ability is worthy of the title of Mr. Clark.
He tasted it.
There’s an unstoppable sharpness in the song that can resonate strongly with listeners and give them a clearer understanding of their own talents.
It’s different from the indiscriminate sweep of The Fire, Self-Combustion, and Morning Wind.
The five-minute-long Sharp edges fully exposed is expected to make those with true talent more confident and paranoid, unconsciously generating greater ambitions and fighting spirit.
But average people who listen to this song will only nod and sigh.
“Oh, it’s a good song.”
That’s it.
In a sense, this song is somewhat selfish in its realm, not helping the average person much.
But you can’t blame Carrie.
Because she wrote the song for the “god” in her heart.
She didn’t even think about the mortals when she was bursting with inspiration and creation.
As Harrison did not express his opinion, Carrie became a little uneasy.
Sigh, I tried so hard, but I still couldn’t touch him quickly.
You’re really strict.
Harrison suddenly stretched out his hand and gently touched her face, “Carrie, thank you for the song you wrote for me, it’s great.”
He tried his best to restrain his emotions, and it worked very well. “You’re welcome! Wait for me to finish it all before listening to it!” Carrie suddenly became shy, picked up her things, and ran out.
Then she turned back, waved her fist and said, “Although we haven’t established a relationship yet, you and Rainer should watch out for me.” After that, she turned and rushed towards the door, almost hitting one of the two plainclothes female bodyguards who were patrolling outside the door. Harrison smiled and sat back on the bed to daydream.
He changed his strategy again.
He had previously planned to try to play Morning Wind regularly from 2500 to 2520 for twenty years, and then turn it off afterwards.
However, the last successful broadcast was due to the coincidence of Frankie being born, a genius who emerged under the coincidence of circumstances. How easy would it be to turn it off again after twenty years of broadcasting? Even if he poses as a prophet and writes a brocade bag, it may not work well. If people were really so obedient, Harrison might as well learn from the unsuccessful prophet Nostradamus and write a long book of prophecy.
Now it’s all right, Carrie came up with Sharp edges fully exposed.
So there’s no need to turn off Morning Wind.
In the next thousand years, people will surely appreciate the effectiveness of Sharp edges fully exposed, especially those top geniuses.
These people are very likely to resonate strongly with this song and be inspired by it.
Therefore, history might give birth to a great leader that Harrison wants, increasing the likelihood by one point.
Harrison became more jealous of Carrie.
He had fought so hard and became a Galactic Human just to achieve what he has today and dare to say that his journey is a Starry Sea.
She’s so lucky.
Just in this narrow space, between Mason Academy and the hotel, a short two-point-one-line distance, and in just three days and three nights, she used the guitar strings to radiate for a thousand years again.
You are simply going to fly!
You are going to soar through the universe, leaving dust behind!
Packing up and walking out of the hotel room, Harrison called the two heavily hired bodyguards.
An unremarkable black woman and a stunningly dressed, athletic white girl stood up from their seats by the window of the cafe.
From their position, they could see the only entrance to Mason Academy. Harrison Clark had planned to stay here until Carrie Thomas finished her studies at Mason Academy, but now he had to leave due to an emergency. The harassment from Maxwell Campbell a few days ago also served as a wake-up call for Harrison. This was not his home country; it was the legally armed United States, so it was crucial to be cautious.
He repeatedly warned Carrie not to step out of Mason Academy while he was away.
Carrie didn’t understand why, but she obediently agreed.
That wasn’t all; Harrison also spent a fortune hiring these two vastly different black and white bodyguards from one of the top three security companies in the United States.
Why not hire male bodyguards?
Could male bodyguards follow their clients into women’s restrooms?
“Hello, Mr. Clark.”
“Hi, boss.”
Harrison nodded and said, “You two are among the best bodyguards in the United States. Professionally, I trust your abilities. However, I must emphasize that I am a very demanding perfectionist. I hope you can live up to my 200,000-dollar monthly salary for each of you.”
“Understood, Mr. Clark.”
“No problem, boss. Are you going to the airport? Do you need me to take you there?”
Harrison squinted and shook his head, “I told you before, your only job is to ensure her safety. That’s perfection in its truest form. As for my safety? In this world, nobody can harm me, so you don’t have to worry about me.”
With that, Harrison left.
Galactic humans could be so arrogant.
The feeling of invincibility was so ordinary and dull.
Bang!
Then he kicked the marble doorstep outside the hotel door with his toe.
Hiss…
This lousy doorstep was simply inhumane!
Seeing Harrison hopping and jumping towards him, the black driver standing by the business car whistled, “Mr. Clark, you sure are lively.”
Harrison glared at him and got in the car, “Shut up, Paul. How’s the search for the house I wanted you to look for?”
This black guy was the driver who had driven Harrison when he first arrived, and also a part-time real estate agent in Carlisle who claimed to be in the top ten – Paul Powell.
“Sorry, Mr. Clark, your demands are too high. No billionaires are selling their properties recently.”Thi/s chapter is updat𝓮d by nov(e)(l)biin.co/m
“Alright, no rush. This is my CEO Julia Lambert’s phone number, save it and contact her if you find a suitable property.”
“Alright.”
Upon arriving at the airport and getting out of the car,
Rainer was talking with several Chinese men in suits outside the airport terminal.
That was the reason why Harrison had to return to the UK.
Rainer had to push forward the project between China and the United States that he himself had promoted before.
Charles Butler had been keen on promoting Sino-US cooperation.
After surviving the ordeal, Charles’s impression of Harrison and China only grew more positive.
So, in the hospital, he decided to change the terms of the collaboration once again, making more significant concessions, allowing the Chinese side to hold a controlling stake in the joint venture to be established in the US, and agreeing not to establish a labor union.
Since the details of the cooperation had undergone major changes, Rainer, as the intermediary, had to return to the UK to participate in high-level consultations and promote the progress of the project with the responsible parties in China.
Harrison thought it was an opportunity to drag Rainer into the collaboration he was about to kick off with Whale Group.
Rainer was just delighted to be on the same flight with Harrison, with more time to communicate, but he had no idea that Harrison’s schemes had been clicking in his head all along.
On the plane, after swapping seats with the Chinese officials, Harrison sat beside Rainer.
The two talked about the Morning Wind project for a while.
During these days, Carrie and Harrison’s progress had been astounding, and Rainer had also been busy in Boston, not only fulfilling his job responsibilities but also spending a lot of effort studying acoustics, biology, and psychology. Harrison was very pleased with this.
Because for the next fifty years or so, Carrie was not solely responsible for the completion of Morning Wind.
Besides Mr. Clark’s encouragement and morale-boosting, Rainer provided significant academic support in helping to eliminate incorrect answers.
As the Morning Wind discussion drew to a close, Harrison casually asked, “How long do you plan to stay in London this time?”
Rainer didn’t need to check his itinerary, “Twenty days. After the mode change, both sides need to increase investment, and the factory blueprints need to be redrawn. I have to follow up on progress, so I’ll be working at the British Science Industrial Design Institute for nine days. Then, I’ll be involved in some applied physics research at the University of London as a visiting professor.” “And then you’re going back to the US?”
Rainer nodded, “Yes, there’s still some unfinished business in Boston.”
Harrison suddenly squinted his eyes and looked at Rainer with his unique old silver coin gaze.
“Friend, have you ever heard of room-temperature superconducting metals?” Rainer was startled, “How could I not have heard of it? It’s one of my dreams.” Harrison nodded and spoke in a familiar tone to Rainer.
“After you’re done in London, come to Oxfordshire. I have some ideas, but they’re not mature yet. When I sort out my thoughts, we can discuss them together.”
Rainer was even more puzzled, “Harrison, you…”
“What, is it only allowed for you, a scientist, to compose music, and not allowed for me, a musician, to come up with some quirky and ingenious ideas in science?”