"I heard you want to complete Regeneration Cradle? I read your report, it's very insightful."
Facing Helen's admiration, Aaron did not show much change in expression, speaking kindly.
As soon as her achievements were mentioned, Helen began to talk enthusiastically. "Mr. Aaron, please, you must support my Regeneration Cradle. Once successful, we might be able to create Robots that are almost human-like to work for us in the future."
"At the same time, we can use it for trauma repair, tissue and organ cultivation, human reconstruction, and other technologies that currently only exist in science fiction."
"The cradle utilizes cutting-edge technologies like nanotechnology, genetic technology, and artificial intelligence technology. Currently, only your Osborn Industries and Stark Industries can provide me with sufficiently advanced equipment and adequate personnel."
"Please believe me, give me some time, and I definitely won't let you down."
Helen was clearly very confident in her achievements.
Although it was still theoretical, she was seventy percent sure of success. The remaining thirty percent required additional funding, equipment, and technical support.
She didn't want to give up this chance to prove herself.
Aaron nodded. "I agree."
Helen was still describing the bright future of her project. "Please give me some more time, I... Huh? You agreed?!"
Helen hadn't processed it. He just agreed?
She was bewildered.
In the past, others had immediately refused after hearing about her project. They had even shown disdain for this crazy project, mocking her for overestimating her abilities.
Helen was prepared for Aaron's refusal and was thinking about how to persuade him, but… he agreed.
"It's very difficult to experiment with your technology, but I appreciate you as a person."
Aaron made no secret of his gaze. Helen immediately lowered her head in embarrassment, her hands on the table continuously fidgeting.
"Maybe we can go see a movie later, have dinner, and then find a place to have a good chat, what do you say?"
Cultivating feelings? Not a chance.
He likes to be direct.
Everyone is an adult, beating around the bush is a waste of time.
Helen's face grew redder and redder. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded.
At this moment, the noisy sound of helicopter propellers came from outside the coffee shop.
Many people looked over curiously, only to see a transport helicopter slowly landing in an open space.
Norman walked down from the helicopter.
Helen did not notice the situation outside, and she was also very curious.
Aaron glanced over, penetrating layers of obstacles, and saw Norman's figure.
"It seems today's afternoon movie will have to be another day."
Helen was confused, and also a little… dejected?
"But would you like to come with me to see some big guys?"
"Hmm?"
"Fighters."
…
Meanwhile, at Stark Tower.
Tony finally managed to escape from the arms of two beauties and arrived at his company.
When he saw the overwhelming news about Aaron, Tony ripped off his sunglasses and leaned in to look again and again.
Then he looked at Happy. "Is today April Fool's Day?"
Happy actually checked his phone, May 21, 2010. "Sir, April Fool's Day was over a month ago."
"I know."
"Perhaps without my knowledge, those boring media outlets have self-indulgently created a new April Fool's Day, and it's today."
Tony pointed at the large words in the media. "Look at this, not only does it say Howard is inferior to Aaron, but they even say I'm no match for Aaron? It's simply preposterous."
"Damn it, make a note of this media outlet, Daily Bugle? Very good, at out next press conference and product launch, the Daily Bugle is not on our invitation list."
Happy thought for a moment and said, "It seems we've never invited them?"
Tony rolled his eyes. "Not in the past, not now, and not in the future."
"Okay, I understand." Happy took out paper and pen and wrote it down solemnly.
Tony saw it and shook his head speechlessly.
At this moment, Pepper walked in with a document, followed by a red-haired woman.
Tony's gaze was instantly drawn to her. "It seems my company has a new employee, and I don't even know her name."
"She's Natalie Rushman, from the legal department."
Pepper, knowing his crude personality, interrupted his thoughts, "If you flirt with her again, then we'll see each other in court, and I won't hire a lawyer for you."
"I think I need a new assistant, Happy, what do you think?" Tony ignored Pepper's warning.
Happy looked at Tony, then at Pepper, touched the wedding ring he had bought in 2008 and carried with him in his pocket, and resolutely turned his head away.
Tony still wanted to say something,
Pepper picked up a document and said, "Mr. Norman of Osborn Industries has sent an official invitation. They are about to hold an exposition on human health and biomedical aspects."
"Tell him I'm busy." Tony refused without hesitation.
His good mood from seeing the beautiful woman was instantly ruined by the name Osborn.
"Osborn Industries won't have any good products. Their stuff isn't even fit to carry my inventions' shoes."
Tony was very confident and ordered, "When are they holding it? I think it's time for Stark Industries to hold a new exposition."
Happy couldn't help but say, "But we just finished the last exposition at the beginning of the month."
Tony smugly said, "A month? Has it been that long? Our inventions made in one month will take Aaron ten years to catch up to."
He hated it when someone overshadowed him, but he hated it even more when so many people commented that Aaron's intelligence was comparable to, or even surpassed, his own.
Ever since he shouted, "I am Iron Man!" at the press conference at the end of last year, Stark Industries had soared, leaving other companies far behind.
From then on, there were only two kinds of geniuses in the world.
One was him, Tony Stark, and the other was everyone else.
Because he, by himself, completed the energy technology revolution of human civilization.
And Aaron?
Someone who appeared out of nowhere, merely picking up a failed Osborn Industries, and thinking he could step on him to rise to power?
Dream on, why don't you run for U.S. President?
Natasha, on the side, half-agreed with Tony's words.
Tony was bad, but Aaron was worse. Choosing the lesser of two evils, she was willing to support Tony.
"It seems there are still smart people in the company."
Tony was very satisfied and liked her more and more.
Pepper shook her head speechlessly and took out a document. "I think we need to go see it."
Tony lowered his head and casually glanced at it, then glanced again. Finally, he couldn't help but glance a few more times.
His expression became solemn. "Alright, I admit he has some ability, but only a little bit."
Tony's thumb and forefinger kept gesticulating.
"So, are we going?"
"Of course, we are. I'm going to wear my new invention when I go back."
"He'll have to wait until his next life to catch up to me."
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