Henry looked at the men in suits. It sounded like they knew what they were doing. Sounded like they meant business. He had never had to work in his life. Most of his money and upkeep came from the mansion itself. Including the profits he made from investments. If he made losses, then the mansion would swallow them all, but if he made profits, then he had to keep it.
He wondered who the hell had made such rules. Such a system. Regardless, Henry admitted having a grand lifestyle all thanks to the mansion and the revenue generated from it yearly. The young master was somewhat grateful.
The men suddenly mentioned the project they were interested in. Henry looked at the men and gave a warm smile.
"If it is Artificial Intelligence, then I guess we should give it a go," Henry said.
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