Curt Connors waved his perfectly intact right hand, extremely excited.
Heaven knows how many cold stares he had endured; even as the most authoritative herpetologist, he was often mocked both openly and secretly by others because of his missing right hand.
Whenever he introduced himself, he claimed to be left-handed, but did he really have a choice?
Before his right hand disappeared, he was right-handed!
"The sooner the better!"
Aaron glanced at the time. "I've arranged for people to help you move your materials. From now on, this is your home. Any problems?"
"No problem! The Corporation is my home! I love it here!"
Connors suppressed his excitement, turned around, and left.
Dr. Otto watched the two converse, happy for his old friend who had achieved his goal and found his life's value, but at the same time, he was shocked by the power displayed by the Osborn Group.
Could it be
Was this limb regeneration potion developed by Aaron?
Otherwise, why would Norman hand over such a massive Corporation to be managed by such a young man?
Everyone outside was waiting to see the Osborn Group fail. Those medical Corporations were celebrating prematurely, buying champagne, just waiting for this international behemoth, Osborn, to fall so they could carve it up and devour it!
But clearly, the beautiful dreams of those people outside were about to be shattered.
This man in front of him would use ironclad facts to tell the whole World that the Osborn Group, under his control, would develop into a super giant surpassing Stark Industries!
It could even determine the future of all mankind!
Otto became more reserved.
Aaron looked at him.
"Dr. Otto!"
"I'm here!"
Otto stood tall and straight, his posture quite standard, as if he were a soldier waiting for a general's inspection.
"I heard you are researching that... little sun project?"
"Yes, it is a Nuclear Fusion project, a type of controlled nuclear Fusion reaction that uses a resonance frequency to enhance the effect of Nuclear Fusion, ultimately generating powerful, infinite energy, like the Sun, providing endless power!"
"Once the Nuclear Fusion machine succeeds, it will be a little sun, capable of providing cheap electricity for everyone..."
Aaron patiently listened to him describe his plan.
"So, Mr. Otto, you need a lot of money!"
"Yes, sir. My plan requires the precious element Tritium, and currently, Tritium is extremely valuable. Without sufficient funds and technology, it is impossible to produce the amount of Tritium required for the little sun, and furthermore..."
"So, you're saying that as long as you have enough Tritium, you can build the little sun at any time?"
Aaron didn't listen to the technical jargon; he only cared about what concerned him.
Otto nodded. "I have spent half my life on the little sun. The Nuclear Fusion machine has been completely designed; it just needs startup capital..."
"But you cannot guarantee its safety."
Otto grew anxious. "I am confident..."
"I have seen too many people like you, but they all failed! Currently, there is only one successful person."
"That is Tony Stark!"
Aaron looked at him calmly.
When Otto heard that name, he wilted like a frosted eggplant.
"Alright, I know. Mr. Stark has already developed my concept. He has perfectly mastered the energy of the Sun..."
"But sir! Stark became an energy giant relying on the Arc Reactor. As long as you help me build the little sun, the Osborn Group can also compete with him in the energy Domain!"
"But I don't need it!"
Otto was stunned.
If the Osborn Group didn't fund him, no one else would be this "sucker."
Stark Industries has a ready-made product that is more miniaturized, safer, and more reliable.
His device, just like Professor Connors's, only existed in theory.
It had never undergone practical verification.
Moreover, it would be fine if it succeeded, but what if it failed?
Aaron chuckled lightly. "Is Stark Industries very powerful? Why would I need the little sun just to surpass him?"
"Is the limb regeneration potion enough? Is the super healing potion enough? Is the anti-aging potion enough?"
Dr. Otto was startled, then said dejectedly, "Then, Mr. Aaron, why did you call me here? You aren't just trying to mock me, are you?"
Seeing his reaction, Aaron knew the time was right. He paused for a moment and changed to a more comfortable position.
"Dr. Otto, although the Corporation does not need your technology, I personally value your intelligence."
"I am personally willing to fund you to complete your dream, but you need to serve me for the rest of your life!"
"I don't just want to build the little sun; I also want to create things that only exist in science fiction. Do you understand?"
Compared to the little sun project, Aaron valued Otto's talent more.
Perhaps in terms of sheer intellect, he couldn't compare to Tony Stark.
Nor could he compare to Howard Stark, who had been dead for over a decade.
But undoubtedly, he was also one of the smartest people in the Marvel Universe.
Aaron needed such talents to work for him.
As for intellect... there would be ways to deal with that in the future.
Otto struggled with the decision for a long time, thinking about Curt's performance just now, and recalling the various ingenious potions Aaron had casually mentioned.
Most importantly, Aaron genuinely appreciated him!
Just for his talent, Aaron was willing to personally pay, regardless of the cost, to fund him in realizing his dream.
A boss like this was extremely rare throughout history!
"Boss, maybe we can start working as soon as possible."
Otto made up his mind: he would board this giant ship from now on!
Anyway, he didn't have many days left to live.
Aaron didn't know his thoughts. If he did, he would definitely say: Don't worry, I will let you live longer and work for me for a lifetime, until I become omniscient and omnipotent.
"Very good! Oh, right, Dr., I heard you also created a set of intelligent mechanical auxiliary arms."
Aaron brought up another point.
Otto brightened up. "Yes, Boss. They were specially designed for handling Nuclear Fusion, capable of resisting high temperatures and magnetic forces. They connect directly to the human spinal cord, and the brain then controls these mechanical arms via neural linkage."
"I utilized nano-neural wiring..."
Aaron raised his hand to interrupt.
"Later, I will give you enough funding. I want a set of those."
Hearing this, Otto immediately nodded.
"No problem. I'll go back and fetch them right now!"
"However, Boss, they carry a certain degree of danger. If you intend to use them yourself, you must protect the inhibitor chip inside to prevent the mechanical arms from taking over."
"I won't be using that thing."
Aaron shook his head. He certainly wouldn't use it, even without Otto's reminder.
He knew even better than Otto exactly how dangerous that thing was.
Thinking of something, he suddenly spoke, "In that case, do you also have research in the field of artificial intelligence?"
Otto proudly raised his head. "I researched it for a while in my spare time. In the field of artificial intelligence, I am at the forefront of the World."
"Good. Later, I want you to develop an artificial intelligence program for me. The smarter, the better. I have a use for it."
Otto readily agreed. These were minor tasks. If it meant helping him achieve his dream, what was the harm in developing ten of them?
After sending Otto and Connors away,
Aaron shivered, then praised after a moment, "Felicia, you have improved greatly. You deserve praise!"
Felicia crawled out from under the desk, wiping her mouth and swallowing.
"Boss, mainly the ability you gave me is too powerful. I feel like my tongue is more flexible than my hands!"
Saying this, she licked the corner of her mouth.
Giant Tongue Lash was no joke!
Universal for both sexes, incredibly flexible, definitely one of the strongest auxiliary abilities!
Aaron nodded slightly, then frowned. "Where is Norman? I haven't seen him since morning."
"Did he go to research the healing potion?"
Norman, with his Green Goblin serum development experience, was naturally the undisputed supervisor of the healing potion reverse-engineering project.
It was said that he was conducting experiments late into the night at the hidden laboratory Base in his own Villa.
He was more anxious than Aaron, the Boss himself.
Felicia quickly took out her phone and asked Norman's secretary.
"This is bad, Boss. The other shareholders of the Corporation have banded together to challenge us. Mr. Norman has been arguing with them all morning..."
Hearing this, Aaron slightly frowned.
"Those fat rats... wouldn't it be better if they took the money and scrammed?"
But... there was no money!
Felicia didn't say this aloud.
The Corporation's stock price had fallen, coupled with Norman's previous failed investments.
If it weren't for the cooperation with the Military on human enhancement potions, which secured a significant amount of Military research funding, the Corporation would struggle to maintain normal operations!
"Boss, someone leaked the news that Norman abandoned the human enhancement potion to focus on the so-called super healing potion. The relevant Military officials have expressed considerable dissatisfaction."
"I'm afraid those shareholders want to use this opportunity to force him out, planning to package and sell the Corporation while it hasn't completely collapsed and is still worth a considerable amount of money..."
"According to reliable sources, politicians, the Military, and other powerful companies like Hammer Technology, A.I.M., Pym Technology, and Exploration Aerospace are currently watching this showdown."
"Especially A.I.M., their positioning is similar to our Corporation; they not only specialize deeply in the biochemical Domain but also conduct Military research."
Oh, ho, treating me like a giant cake, eagerly rushing over to share the spoils?
Aaron raised an eyebrow. "So these fat rats are Puppets secretly supported by them?"
"Take me to see! I'd like to know who dares to challenge me!"
"They've been spoiled!"
Aaron didn't like killing people, but that didn't mean he couldn't kill; he was just too lazy to do it.
If someone was foolish enough to provoke him.
Then too bad, he would let his enemies know why flowers are so red!
Because, ah, they are all blood!
..."Norman, let me reiterate, the Osborn Group's situation has reached an extremely dangerous point."