On the company panel, the reputation of each member of the X-Men had significantly increased.
Charles had 136, Eric 128, and the biggest increase was Hank McCoy, whose reputation actually reached 115.
It just goes to show that being handsome is indeed easy to promote.
Among Vought Corporation's official employees, the lowest ranked were White Queen with 70 and Salvador with 81, but Fang Yuan wasn't worried at all; he still had "X-Men: First Class."
However, the number of Vought Corporation employees was more than just these dozen or so people; the registered number of Vought Awakened employees had already reached several thousand.
But the vast majority were Awakened with flaws or very weak abilities.
After all, among Mutants, those with great power were a minority.
Fang Yuan wouldn't send invitations to just any Awakened; that would be too much of a waste of time.
Anyway, as long as they were Vought's employees, they couldn't escape.
"Salvador has some complaints recently," Charles reminded Fang Yuan at this moment.
"She feels that Vought Corporation gives her too few resources and has been clamoring for better treatment."
Eric curled his lip, "Her being able to survive is already the best treatment; how can she still make a fuss about something like this?"
Clearly, Eric was quite displeased with Salvador's behavior.
If it were the original Magneto, he might have shown some care because Salvador was a Mutant.
But ever since Fang Yuan told them to broaden their horizons and not be kind to every Mutant, Eric had changed.
That's right, whether they were called Mutants or Awakened, there were good and bad people within the species, and Salvador's impression on Eric was certainly not good.
Defecting at a critical moment indeed had too negative an impact.
"Eric," Charles called out.
Although he was also not entirely satisfied with Salvador's actions, Professor always remembered old friendships.
"I'm telling you this to give you a heads-up," he explained.
The purpose of Charles doing this was known to all three of them: to give Fang Yuan a heads-up so that even if Fang Yuan didn't give Salvador more resources, he wouldn't make Salvador even more upset because of her rebelliousness.
"After starting a school, you've indeed become a bit softer," Fang Yuan said with a smile. He wouldn't do anything to Salvador; there was no benefit.
Eric smiled and nodded in agreement.
"Fang Yuan, what are you going to do next?" Charles asked.
"Vought Corporation has perfectly established itself; now it's time to develop to a higher level," Fang Yuan said.
Although Vought was still an industry giant, he was not content with the status quo.
This was just the beginning!
Especially after he had seen the Wayne Group, he felt that Vought Corporation still had a lot to do.
Giant?
As long as the Wayne Group was willing, whoever they wanted to be a giant could become one.
Moreover, Fang Yuan had brought back a lot of advanced technology, which also needed to be realized through Vought Corporation.
First, set a small goal: turn Vought Corporation into Vought Group!
But before that, he had to deal with official matters.
After a brief catch-up, Fang Yuan teleported to Washington.
The White House.
Although after the Awakened were exposed, various official departments made defensive arrangements against the Awakened, these were useless to Fang Yuan.
Not to mention that in front of Ten thousand iron kings, all metals were toys, and don't forget that Fang Yuan also knew magic now.
It couldn't be defended against; it simply couldn't be defended against.
It was already evening, and the President had also finished work. The famous playboy Kennedy did not find a lady to spend the night with today.
Because he was busy promoting the new bill.
"I know your concerns, but Youssef," Kennedy said to the person on the phone, "the right to issue the nation's currency is in the hands of private banks, which is absolutely unacceptable. Is the nation just working for those undisclosed shareholders in private banks?"
Wasn't it?
As soon as Fang Yuan arrived at the White House, he heard Kennedy's words.
He was confused; the U.S. government was just working for capital, as even he, a foreigner, knew.
Upon seeing Fang Yuan, Kennedy was visibly surprised, but a person who could be President had excellent psychological resilience. After a brief pause, he continued to speak.
"Once the bill is passed, I can appoint you as the Auditor General of the Treasury. Isn't dealing with the Federal Reserve also your expectation?"
"Yes, let's do it this way! We will definitely achieve great things!"
Kennedy quickly hung up the phone and then let out a sigh of relief.
"Next time, could you at least knock on the door?"
He didn't deliberately speak carefully, because Kennedy knew that since Fang Yuan had already shown himself, there would definitely be no listening devices in this room now.
"There's only you in the room, what do you need to worry about?"
Fang Yuan shrugged, then he directly asked, "You want to deal with the Federal Reserve?"
Kennedy frowned, "Yes, but this matter has nothing to do with Vought Corporation, right?"
Although he and Vought were allies, Kennedy felt that their positions were at least equal; after all, he was the President, and his family's influence was not low.
"This matter itself has little to do with Vought Corporation, but if you fail, it will also bring a lot of trouble to Vought Corporation," Fang Yuan replied.
Kennedy's brows furrowed even more.
"You think I'll lose?"
"Or simply don't want to take risks?"
Kennedy was a bit displeased, "I've given Vought Corporation many privileges.
But please also understand your place. I don't interfere with you, and you shouldn't interfere with me."
"That's true," Fang Yuan shook his head, "but have you really considered the consequences?"
"Promoting the new bill will definitely face setbacks, but I can handle it!" Kennedy replied in a deep voice.
His age was his biggest confidence.
However, Fang Yuan said something that made him change color dramatically: "In U.S. history, there was also a President who planned to nationalize the currency issuance right, named Abraham Lincoln. What do you think happened to him in the end?"
How did he die?
Shot in the back of the head, his brains blown out.
Alas, it clashed with Kennedy again.
"Are you saying someone wants to assassinate me?" Kennedy forced himself to calm down.
He felt that Fang Yuan was being alarmist. "Assassination attempts will happen, but those are just warnings; they won't actually kill me."
Kennedy understood well that a failed assassination was also a political tactic.
He was very confident; after all, many people in his family were also involved in politics.
"And who would kill me?" Kennedy couldn't imagine. Even if there were political disagreements, who would assassinate a President now?
The last time a President was assassinated was sixty years ago, and the time before that was eighty years ago. Both of these were generally considered individual crimes.
The only time it was highly likely a political assassination dated back a hundred years.
That's right, it was Lincoln.
So Kennedy didn't believe he would die, until Fang Yuan showed him a videotape.
The videotape was very short, only 6 seconds.
But for Kennedy, it was truly mind-blowing.
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