Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

The two have been friends since childhood, and their relationship is very close!

"This isn't the place to talk. Let's find a quiet place to talk."

Peter followed Harry into the convertible, and soon the two arrived at a quiet café.

After taking his seat, Peter didn't keep anyone in suspense and immediately pulled out the design sketch of the "smartphone" he had drawn in class that day:

"Harry, what do you think future cell phones should look like?"

"The phone of the future?"

Harry paused for a moment, then glanced at his latest Blackberry phone.

This phone has a large screen, but it's still not touchscreen; you have to use the small button at the bottom to edit messages.

"Bigger size, more features? Better signal? Or... more games?"

"Or, could a holographic projection pop up with the press of a button?"

"Do not."

Peter shook his head and pushed a design diagram of a smartphone, which would be very common in later generations, in front of Harry.

There are models similar to the iPhone 6, which only retain the home button.

There are also true full-screen models, as well as various foldable screen models.

"Although I also long for that kind of touchable holographic projection technology, such an idea is still too advanced at this stage."

Compared to purely conceptual products, I want to produce a more feasible mobile phone…

Harry's eyes widened as Peter began to describe his "smartphone" in great detail.

He looked at the simple concept drawings in his hand, and his breathing became rapid.

Although he is not a professional researcher or technician, as the heir to the Osborne Group, he still possesses a business acumen far beyond that of his peers!

Therefore, as Peter described it, he quickly realized that this so-called "smartphone" really had great potential!

If this thing can actually be made, then all mobile phone manufacturers at this stage will only have two paths to take in the future.

Either follow behind them and pick up their leftovers, or be completely swept into the dustbin of history!

“Peter…this…these are all…your idea?” Harry’s voice trembled.

"Of course."

Peter calmly nodded, then dropped another bombshell:

"Moreover, I also solved the most critical energy problem with a friend."

Once we use our newly developed battery, the battery life of our phones will be more than three times that of our competitors.

You know what this means, right?

With Peter revealing his entire plan, Harry could no longer sit still.

He's just a high school senior who just turned 18 this year, so he can't possibly be as calm and collected as Peter.

"Peter! Your idea is absolutely brilliant! And it's highly feasible! Almost every difficulty can be overcome with current technology."

Plus, with the specialized battery you and your friend developed as our core competitive advantage... as long as we have enough funding, we'll be a huge success in no time!

At this moment, Harry was even acting a bit like a madman.

Unfortunately, the repressive parenting style of old Norman left Harry with very serious psychological trauma.

Harry now dreams of gaining his father's approval and making his father look at him with new respect.

Previously, he had no special skills and could only silently suffer in the face of his father's suppression and ridicule.

But now, with the new phone Peter proposed, he feels he can finally hold his head high.

Harry couldn't help but grab Peter's shoulders, his eyes burning with passion as he said:

“This project can really work! As long as you bring the new type of battery, I’m sure I can convince my father, or at least get him a chance to meet with you alone.”

I believe that when you present these concepts to my father, even he will be amazed!

At that moment, Harry could almost see his father patting him on the shoulder with a look of satisfaction, saying, "I knew you could do it!"

He then patted his chest confidently and made a bold promise that it would definitely succeed.

……

What Harry didn't know at that moment was...

His father, Norman Osborne, whom he considered omnipotent, was currently under unprecedented pressure.

Osborne Group, top-floor office.

Norman Osborne gripped the armrests of his seat tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands.

At that moment, he was holding a medical examination report in his hand.

The report indicates that the breakdown of his genes is accelerating.

His personal physician even asserted that if no effective treatment could be found, he might only have less than a month left to live!

The shadow of death was creeping closer and closer to him.

What terrified him even more than death was the fact that his life's work—the Osborn Group—was now standing on the edge of a precipice!

"Norman, the military has issued an ultimatum."

A board member sat opposite him and said in a somber tone:

"They had absolutely no interest in the military aircraft project, and even said outright that Stark and Hammer Industries were sufficient for the ordnance project."

All they want from us is the project on human physical enhancement drugs.

If we can't deliver results that satisfy them in this week's demonstration, they will withdraw all their funding, which is an outcome we cannot accept.

This news struck Norman like a heavy blow to his already fragile nerves.

Over the years, as his health deteriorated, he lost interest in paying attention to the company's numerous projects.

This indirectly led to the group investing in several costly projects with almost no return on investment, under the brain-dead management of several shareholders.

These drags have put Osborne under increasing financial pressure, bringing it to the brink of collapse.

If news were to emerge at this time that Osborne had lost military funding, its stock price would certainly plummet.

Those shareholders who have long harbored resentment towards him will, like sharks smelling blood, tear him and the empire he built to shreds without hesitation!

"I see."

Norman waved wearily, and after dismissing the board member, his last breath escaped, and he slumped helplessly into his chair.

After slumping for about half a minute, Norman rubbed his face and forced himself to cheer up.

Harry is not yet capable of standing on his own.

For the sake of his son, he must survive and clear all obstacles for his son to take over the Osborne Group!

He's willing to pay any price for this!

Chapter 30 The Birth of Two Major Villains

Norman turned his gaze to the two reports on the table.

One of them was a "physical fitness enhancement potion" that he personally supervised.

The other one is from Dr. Kurt Connors' "Lizard Serum" project.

The former had completed animal experiments a long time ago, but because the results were not stable, he had been hesitant about conducting human experiments.

The latter, which had been progressing slowly, suddenly made a major breakthrough the day before yesterday, achieving preliminary limb regeneration in mice, and is now still in the follow-up observation stage.

If one doesn't work out, there's always another as a backup...

Thinking this, a hint of determination and madness flashed in Norman's eyes.

He then pressed the call bell on his desk, summoned his secretary, Sagi, to his office, and gave the following order:

"Notify Storm to immediately arrange human trials of the 'physical enhancement drug,' and then have him visit Dr. Connors' lab."

I told him I was very satisfied with the progress of his project and encouraged him to keep up the good work and complete the animal trials as soon as possible.

"Yes, ma'am." The hot female secretary respectfully left the room, but her expression changed instantly after closing the door.

She immediately dialed a number, a chilling glint in her eyes:

"Gentlemen, the boss can't wait any longer. Furthermore, he seems to be planning to launch Connors' project as a backup plan..."

Upon hearing this, cheers and celebrations immediately came from the other end of the phone. After a moment, someone spoke:

“Very good. Next, force that cripple to immediately conduct human experiments on veterans… In this way, regardless of whether Norman’s plan succeeds or fails, we will be the ultimate victors!”

Upon hearing this, the female secretary felt her heart race.

"After it's done?"

"Don't worry, you won't be short of your share. Once we sell off the Osborn Group, you'll get at least this much..."

Hearing the astronomical figures revealed on the other end of the phone, the female secretary became even more excited. Without any hesitation, she immediately ran to the laboratory where Connors was located.

Bang!

The female secretary rudely pushed open the door and spoke arrogantly:

"Dr. Connors, I'm very pleased that your project has finally made considerable progress. Mr. Norman is quite satisfied with it."

Upon hearing this, Connors smiled, adjusted his glasses, and said somewhat shyly:

"I will continue to work hard and strive to complete the animal trials as soon as possible."

"Animal experiments?" The female secretary couldn't help but sneer.

“That matter is over. Mr. Norman has submitted all the subsequent preclinical research reports to the FDA (Food and Drug Administration), and we are just waiting for the day after tomorrow to arrange for the disabled veterans to undergo clinical trials.”

"What?!" Connors' eyes widened in disbelief upon hearing this, and he instinctively reached out to grab the female secretary's shoulder.

"You can't do this! The follow-up observations of the animal experiments haven't been completed yet, and no one can guarantee that there won't be any unexpected problems later on. Conducting human experiments now is no different from murder!"

"Doctor, these are not things you should be thinking about."