"Mr. Lee..."
"To distinguish from Martin, you can just call Lille."
"Alright, Mr. Lille, we learned that a year ago you were still in a coma, and within this year, you founded two companies.
The Bloom Company’s ctOS system will be designated as NYPD’s cooperative safety system, becoming the cornerstone of New York’s public safety, and it has received widespread approval from the public. It is set to be deployed in more regions.
The International Gene Cooperation Company has also reaped significant benefits in genetic modification technology, and even after unexpected incidents, it has shed negative impacts and gained recognition from several dical authorities.
Now, both companies have weathered the most challenging periods, and you will beco the youngest self-made millionaire——
And all of this, if calculated from when you regained consciousness, took only a year’s ti. So say you have already surpassed the new-generation genius Tony Stark.
Do you have anything to say about this?"
"I would say, money is not the key, nor am I the key. I hope people can focus more on what we are doing, on the changes we are bringing."
"Speaking of this, gaining the trust of the citizens and reversing their impressions of genetic modification technology is almost more difficult than becoming a millionaire. Why not choose to abandon these two companies and start anew?"
"As an organization with advanced technology, we have the responsibility to set a better example in society rather than avoiding it.
As I said, making money is not the goal. We hope others can also see this point.
Your family beside you, the neighbors next door, and people from other parts of the world appearing on TV are the purposes of technological developnt.
It is people who make up society, not money or power."
"Wow, that’s a grand objective. It makes want to vote for you as mayor——
Speaking of which, after the incidents, the citizens of New York City are very dissatisfied with the current mayor and the administration, leading to several protests.
We also received information that you earlier established a hoowners’ committee and a workers’ mutual aid association in Hell’s Kitchen. Does this an that you also have opinions about our mayor?"
"Of course——not just opinions, I have very strong words to say to him, but since this is a family-friendly show, I’ll keep it to myself.
Yes, I have opinions about him. I am very dissatisfied with how he disregards the safety of New York. He seems to have forgotten that it was the citizens of New York City who made him mayor. He should be a servant, not an emperor.
Here, I want to recomnd Anthony Flor, the joint president of the hoowners’ committee and the workers’ mutual aid association, to beco the mayor of New York City.
He is a political novice, but we established these organizations together in Hell’s Kitchen and drove out criminals."
Anthony Flor, Lille’s neighbor, that loud-voiced Latino middle-aged man.
Although he rose from doing hard labor, with the increase in speaking events, he has shown great speaking talents and a strong sense of affinity.
His good brother John, the black man whose throat was pierced by Bullseye, stood for their experiences.
Not everyone has the courage and ability like Lille, but John and Anthony are just two ordinary people.
In the recent protests, the hoowner’s committee and workers’ mutual aid association they led shone brightly and cooperated very well with NYPD: the frightened politicians rushed to their hos, and no gangs or criminals took advantage of the chaos.
The hoowners’ committee provided a venting channel for the dissatisfied shop owners and landlords in the city, and the workers’ mutual aid association did the sa for the bottom-tier laborers. The political forces continued to grow, forming Anthony’s political base.
And the funds for political activities? Of course, Lille and Martin provided them.
In favorable conditions, all the elents were complete, and the expansion of political power beca unstoppable like a chain reaction.
"I believe the citizens of New York would rather vote for you, but since you said so, they should also believe you.
So, shall we end this interview with so good news?"
"Of course."
"Citizens of New York, the promise from the International Gene Cooperation Company: those who donate bone marrow for free can enjoy blood volus 20 tis their donation amount within 5 years, and after 5 years, they will enjoy a lifeti of blood volus 5 tis their donation amount.
Bone marrow donors reaching 200ml can enjoy a lifeti of free blood.
Of course, this policy is currently only open in hospitals controlled by the company, and you can also transfer the free quota to relatives in need of blood.
This is different from other free blood donation policies: the International Gene Cooperation Company has advanced blood regeneration technology, always keeping the blood bank full.
No more watching stingy dignitaries rush blood from thousands of miles away while you, even if reaching the donation volu, face a lack of blood in the blood bank during usage.
In the near future, your donated bone marrow might not only save your life and your family’s lives in critical monts but also help the International Gene Cooperation Company advance in biological therapy technology, solving organ shortage issues.
The International Gene Cooperation Company will also cooperate with Lee Financial to launch various dical insurances. Stay tuned."
.....
Although the Osborne Group was a technology company, Osborne held many hospitals and pharmaceutical factories.
When the situation surfaced, the company’s stock prices plumted, and Martin naturally took advantage.
His target was not the company itself but the industries under Osborne’s control.
Factories, hospitals, labs... all ready-made industrial chains, easy pickings.
However, for many reasons, so industries of the Osborne Group were taken by other companies——
"...This company called Cyber Technology is the biggest beneficiary besides us. They took the brain-machine interface technology."
Martin walked into the office, placing a file on the desk.
Cyber Technology.
Hydra’s high-tech industry, responsible for researching military-grade combat prosthetics, just as the company na suggests.
Cyber Technology recently announced significant breakthroughs in brain-machine interface technology.
If one investigated the fund flows thoroughly, more details of asset restructuring would be found. But with no agents on hand, in-depth overseas investigations were unlikely.
Though Cyber Technology was the biggest beneficiary besides Lille, compared to Lille, who almost obtained the entire set of confidential technologies and industries, there was a huge difference.
Of course, Lille was also now heavily in debt due to adjustnts.
"They moved quickly..." Lille touched his chin, "how’s the prison situation?"
"First, we acquired a small one, the new one is still under construction." Martin sat in the chair and crossed his legs, "I want to see him die in prison, but before that, he must watch the na Norman Osborn being nailed to the pillar of sha."
"I have no objections to that, you handle it. But I want to say another thing, do you want to convert your people into a security company?"
The Heart Demon Gang was a gang after all.
There were pros and cons to a gang. The pro was that it could maintain production order at low costs, reducing production costs.
But Martin himself was not involved in many black industries, mostly so sweatshops.
The con was simple, not suitable for daylight.
Now that they were a high-tech enterprise; the profitable parts could entirely support an independent security company.
Martin pondered: "It’s possible, but a security company approached us——they were initially going to sign a contract with Osborne, but for so reason, Osborne suddenly backed out, thinking they might get a contract from us."
"Which company?"
"Silver Mink Security Company. I reviewed their credentials; very professional, possessing PMC qualifications, originally rcenaries."
"That... indeed professional. We handle the confidential parts ourselves; for Silver Mink Security... I’ll arrange a place for them."
"Alright." Martin leaned back in the chair, which then spun around, "One more thing, Osborne Tower is up for auction——we should have our own landmark building."
"You want to buy Osborne Tower?"
"I want that land, then tear down that building and build a morial or sothing, writing down his na and deeds on it.
That counts as one landmark, the other one..."
Martin beca interested, pulled out a projection screen beside the glass, and the projector displayed a map of New York City.
He drew out their current sphere of influence: Hell’s Kitchen, several important Chinatown districts, and Osborne Tower.
Except for Osborne Tower, other places could be considered slums, becoming poorer under the economic crisis backdrop.
"We can rebuild and connect these regions. My people trust , your people trust you. We have money and manpower, the reconstruction speed will be quick.
Then we establish our own office buildings, hospitals, schools, factories, and malls in this connected area...
Build a second Manhattan, our own Manhattan."
"Sounds good, but that’s a massive project."
"We need such a big project now," Martin looked at the outlined area, filled with ambition.
After avenging the great grievances, he sought sothing new to do——sothing the good side of him had always wanted to do.
Lille waved, "So let’s get to work, I have to visit the lab, see you later."
"Hmm."
Martin watched Lille leave the building, looking up at the dilapidated Osborne Tower.
His office building wasn’t high, neither was its location pri, but from there, he could turn back to see Osborne Tower, a reminder of the painful past.
Today, the scene he fantasized about finally ca true.
He hadn’t beco obsessed and lonely because of the long revenge, feeling empty at the mont of success, or lost in the mont of failure.
Instead, he succeeded, crossed the revenge hurdle, and reclaid his forr self with many things he wanted to do.
He wouldn’t call successful revenge a "good thing," as it represents an unchangeable painful past.
But thinking about no longer needing to do bad things, bearing the humiliation of plotting revenge, but embracing a different future...
That was indeed a "good thing."
Martin took out a sowhat yellowed family photo from his clothes, placed it on his chest, and closed his eyes.
A little rest was deserved.
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