I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 608: Chapter 390: Resource Allocation Theory_1

In May, the weather in Oxfordshire is a mix of warm and cold. The streets are filled with hustle and bustle.

Some people wear shorts as if it were the height of summer, while others are still dressed in long sleeves for spring and autumn.

Harrison Clark wears a simple POLO shirt and casual capri pants, which he had bought casually in Carlisle. At first glance, he looks ordinary, but with his duckbill cap and dark glasses donned to conceal his whereabouts, he appears somewhat suspicious.

He sits next to the floor-to-ceiling window in the restaurant, devouring his food while observing the pedestrians and traffic outside through the glass.

A person walks with their head down, playing with their mobile phone, and accidentally stubs their toe on a raised tile, grimacing in pain.

A taxi stops roadside, and a furious woman gets out.

A man leaps out of the car behind her and hurries after her.

The man tries to grab the woman’s hand.

She frees herself, only to be caught again, and the cycle repeats.

Another man, with a stack of documents in one hand and a phone in the other, appears to be discussing something important.

A moment later, he hangs up, suddenly crestfallen.

He goes over to a trash can, looks down at the documents in his hand, and furiously rips them into shreds, throwing the pieces into the trash.

Two high school students wearing backpacks bounce around as they walk down the street.

One of them points at the cars on the road, and the other occasionally throws envious glances at him.

In the street, an ambulance wails as it races past.

The congested traffic up front quickly moves aside to make way for the ambulance.

Harrison oddly finds a sense of tranquility in this seemingly busy modern city that others can’t quite appreciate.

He recalls the capital of Boston and the corridor boulevards in Summit Fortress from the 31st century.

The two eras have completely different cityscapes.

In the 31st century, there are no cars or hurried walkers on the streets.

The means of transportation are all kinds of air vehicles, with the simplest being anti-gravity flying machines. More advanced models include high-speed magnetic propulsion functions, and even higher-end vehicles like Harrison’s own, which are equipped with pseudo-curvature engines, allowing them to travel anywhere on Earth in 20 minutes.

Special vehicles like ambulances, which are essential for saving lives, no longer struggle on the ground and wait for others to make way. Instead, they instantly take over designated altitude lines in the air traffic system and quickly reach their destination.

Young men and women no longer have endless emotional entanglements.

If their awakening level is appropriate and mutually accepted, they directly determine an optimized pairing partner.

Whether to unite or not depends on their mood and fate.

If they are willing and happy, they unite.

If they find it uninteresting, they may not even meet each other once in ten or eight years, even if they are legally married.

On the surface, people in the 31st century benefit from the completely different level of technology, enjoying a much more comfortable and convenient life. However, everyone has their own merits and worries.

So it’s hard to say who is happier.

“Mr. Clark, here’s your sauce-flavored duck,” says the restaurant waiter, bringing Harrison his tenth dish and quietly clearing the plates.

Harrison’s appetite is now famous in the Chesterton Apartment’s neighborhood restaurants and eateries.

Ten dishes per meal are only enough for him to be half-full.

Every time he visits a restaurant, it feels like a holiday for the owner.

“Thank you.”

“By the way, Mr. Clark, there have been some strange people lurking around the Chesterton Apartments lately. Some of them are around day and night, pretending to be just passing by. They’re not fooling anyone,” the waiter adds.

Harrison has a vague idea who they might be but isn’t bothered. He thanks the waiter again, “Mhm, I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks for the heads up.”

“You should be careful, Mr. Clark. You’re quite famous now. I’m sure those people are up to no good. I’m great at reading people, and I’m positive I’m not wrong.”

The waiter continues talking before eventually leaving. Harrison is already used to it.

After the meal, Harrison adjusts his cap and leaves the restaurant, heading back to the apartment.

He thinks there isn’t much else to do, so he decides to visit his company and check on the situation.

With Avril Green announcing their engagement, there should be some significant changes in the company.

As he walks, he ponders some issues.

He was used to a life of busyness and constant pressure but is now feeling unusually relaxed. In fact, he isn’t quite used to it.

As he walks, he carefully recalls and organizes the contents of “Planning” in his mind.

In “Planning,” there are no significant changes in his main direction for the next one or two years.

Songs, movies, and games continue to be the major focus within the entertainment sector.

In the technology sector, he will still focus on the innovative technologies in Summit Research Institute. With the help of “The Madman’s Conjectures Collection,” he will contribute to the positive influence and prepare shortcuts for the people and future generations.

Smart folks at the Planning Institute have also prepared various plans and strategies for him to continuously dilute the Owens’ stakes in Summit Research Institute and Summit Ventures, further concentrating the wealth.

Harrison’s view on this matter is ambivalent.

Firstly, he believes he’s wealthy enough already. His unlisted assets alone are easily worth over ten billion.