The Invincible Arthur Gardner novel Chapter 89

Patrick Winter clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening as he fought to keep his anger in check. He didn't want to appear arrogant in front of the assembled crowd, especially since the event was being broadcast live on a national TV station.

Later that night, Patrick planned to give Arthur a taste of his own medicine and make him look foolish in front of the audience. After all, he had more money than Arthur Gardner could ever dream of - there was no comparison.

A few minutes later, all the cameras were completely set up, and the host of the event, Max, stepped up onto the stage and greeted with thunderous applause from the entire audience.

"Good evening, everyone!" Max shouted enthusiastically, eliciting an instant excitement from the crowd.

"I'm your host for the night, Max," Max began, a note of excitement evident in his voice.

"It's an honor for us to have you all here tonight. Tonight we have a special show for our young entrepreneurs, who will be presenting their business ideas to our esteemed panel of judges and potential investors. I'm sure we are all just as eager as I am to see what these bright minds have to offer! So without further ado, let's get started! Go ahead, show us what you've got!"

Max then joined in the applause, generating an even more lively atmosphere in the studio. When the applause died down, he returned to the mic with enthusiasm still evident. "Alright, our first participant is a young man who is very passionate about the IT field."

"Whoooo....."

Amidst the audience, a hoot sounded out, followed by Max's laughter.

"What?! Why are you responding that way?" he asked. "You never know, we might have another Elon Musk in our midst tonight. Let's give a warm welcome to Fan Tian!"

A young man in his twenties, wearing a blue shirt and sporting a geeky look, stepped onto the stage.

Instantly, a collective "huuu" sound came from the audience.

"Tch, another Asian guy," some of them muttered.

"Yes, why are there so many Asians trying to make a buck off our country? I hate them," one person said.

"Yep, they should be kicked out of this event right away," another chimed in.

"Or even out of this country," a third person added.

Fan Tian nervously stood in the middle of the stage, bowing his head in respect to the judges. "Good evening, honorable judges," he said, his voice trembling slightly.

Patrick was the first to speak. "Do you have any business ideas, Asian guy?" he asked.

Cash then interjected with a laugh. “Do you want to open a pirated goods business?” he joked. “Hahahaha, just kidding. I'm sure you have a very sophisticated idea behind that geeky face of yours.”

"Ahh…," Patrick chirped again. "That's right, he looks like a kid—his body is quite small. How old are you, kid?"

"24, Mr. Winter," Fan Tian responded, his voice quivering.

"He is stupid," one of the audience said with a chuckle, "he spent seven years creating something that is ultimately useless. Don't you think AI has advanced a lot lately? What was so special about the AI he created? I don't understand things like this, but if Mr. Todd, who is an expert in the field, flatly rejected the idea, then I'm sure it's completely useless."

"Good," the other continued with a hint of malice in their voice, "I don't like seeing Asian guys at this event. I hope after this he kills himself because all his hard work has been for nothing."

The ringing of the bell echoed from Patrick Winter's direction, and with it came a direct rejection of Fan Tian's suggestion.

"That's a ridiculous idea and you're asking for ten billion dollars? You must be dreaming! Next time, think more carefully before bringing your ideas to people. Do you honestly expect anyone to pay that kind of money for something with no future potential? Now get out of here," he said firmly.

A ripple of laughter echoed through the studio as the audience reacted to the ridiculousness of the first person to show up at the grand occasion.

Fan Tian let out a deep breath, his heart pounding with anxiety as he shook with nervousness. He knew that this was his one chance to make it, and if he failed, he wouldn't be able to enter the next season.

"Let me continue my presentation, sir?" Fan Tian asked expectantly, glancing at Arthur, the lone judge who had yet to give a response or reject his idea.

"No," Arthur answered calmly and firmly. "You don't need to continue your presentation."

However, Arthur's response dashed Fan Tian's last hope, and he felt completely disheartened. Not only had he spent an immense amount of time and effort on his research, but he had also spent all of his resources, leaving him with no means of survival.

"My life is over," Fan Tian muttered despairingly.