After seeing Sally off, Chris' expression turned pensive - Gotham City? He really would have to visit soti, but for now he had to infiltrate the U.S. Strategic Scientific Reserve.
With that thought, Chris backed to t Oswald's mother at her luxury apartnt, then brought her ho.
Seeing her son bring ho an mature woman, Sarah had a complex feeling.
"Mom, this is my friend Oswald's mother, Aunt Esther. She'll be staying with us for a while." Chris introduced them.
The won shook hands, Sarah curious while the shy Esther felt like she was eting her mother-in-law.
After breakfast, left so money behind, Chris went out again.
Esther asked, "Does he often like that?"
Sarah nodded, "Yes, he's always out making money. I just hope he stays safe and cos ho every day."
...
After exchanging WWII's destructive AK47 and blueprints at the Conqueror Store, Chris went to the Stark Tower.
He held out a bill to the guard, "Hey bro, pass the word that a forr European weapons designer wants to et with Mr. Stark about a new weapon, it'll only take a minute."
Eyeing the money, the guard said, "I'm a guard."
"Two hundred!" Chris held out more money.
"Money cannot sway my resolve!" The white guard shook his head.
"Five hundred!" Chris raised the amount.
The guard swallowed, struggling to say, "I said money cannot sway my resolve!"
"One thousand! I'll find soone else if you don't." Chris pulled out a stack, scorning these guards - money solved everything!
"Deal, wait here, I'll find soone." The guard hurried off with the money.
Money makes things easy, money opens doors!
The guard soon returned, "Co in. You'll be taken up there. Rember, only one minute!"
In the elevator to the eighth floor, two ard guards stood like door gods.
As he entered the office, moans could be heard - soone doing filthy business!
Soon a heavily made-up woman erged, obviously having just been fucked!
A middle-aged man with a mustache sat roguishly on the desk, looking a bit overindulged. Obviously this man was Howard Stark - the founder of Stark Industries, and the future father of the famous Iron Man.
"So you're so kind of European weapons expert? Go ahead, you've got a minute."
Chris handed over the blueprint, "You're in chanical engineering, you know how much this is worth."
Howard took it, glancing casually before his eyes glistened, "Good stuff, not bad. Got a working sample?"
Chris took out the AK47, "Try it, we'll discuss the price properly afterwards."
Howard rang for the guards to take the gun, "Run tests and get a detailed report on it, make it quick!"
Drinking wine, they sounded each other out during the tests.
"I don't recall a weapons design expert nad Chris in Europe, so please tell the truth." Howard lit a cigar.
"I invented it, believe it or not?" Chris snorted, pulled out his own cigarette and lit it.
"Of course, inspiration is unstoppable once it strikes, anyone could be Einstein. You don't seem to be an ordinary man either, a professional who mixes with the streets?" Howard quickly began to plan.
"The poor can only eke out a living on the streets, not everyone succeeds, we have to seize every chance to climb up! Money is everything, I want to be like you, makeing money while enjoying the air conditioning!" Chris didn't hide anything, he spoke his primal desire.
"Haha, an honest fellow indeed, not bad, not bad. My friend, I like you, Cheers!" Howard had an odd temperant, fine with cooperating if he took a liking.
Chris clinked glasses, no need to say much with these business foxes. Stark Industries was just getting started, not yet dominant. A year or two later, even throwing money at them might not get Chris a eting.
The test results were quickly presented, and Howard scrutinized the data.
"Ten million dollars, I'll buy all the rights." Howard made an irresistible offer.
Chris shook his head, "No, I want a million, plus 5% of Stark Industries! And stock for every patent I sell you, up to a maximum of 30%."
"You're confident on Stark Industries?" Howard's eyes flickered, requests for shares were rare as Stark Industries was not yet profitable.
"Of course, compared to Wayne Enterprises, I prefer the fresh industrial start-up feel. Keeps the vigor of youth." Chris looked at his wine, sohow he already had a girlfriend to think about, even if she was about his mother's age.
With mature won, he could always feel an incomparable taboo thrill from the age difference, a pleasure brought on by the gap in years.
Before transmigration, there was no way for him to get won a generation older!
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