America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

“Peter.”

“Yes, Mr. White.” Peter turned to look at Walter White.

“Your voice sounds very gentle, but you’re not suited to pretending to be a tough guy,” Walter said to Peter.

“Mr. Walter, your smile is very endearing,” Peter said.

“You look like a younger version of me,” Walter White said to Peter.

"really?"

“I personally attest to this.” Walter White looked at Peter Parker, shook his head, and smiled.

"I want to tell you to your face: stay away from biochemistry; chemistry is dangerous."

“Actually, I’m better at physics,” Peter said.

"You could consider majoring in biophysics."

“Look at me, when I was young I worked with friends at a chemical research institute, and being exposed to those dangerous chemicals changed the rest of my life.”

Walter White glanced at his youngest son, Walter Jr., who was on crutches, and then pointed to his chest.

Lung cancer.

“Mr. Walter, you will be alright,” Peter said.

“Mid-stage lung cancer still has hope for treatment, which is why I came to New York,” Walter White said.

“Everyone dies eventually, you don’t need to worry about it.” Walter smiled at the group.

“Dad, stop talking,” said little Walter.

Stephanie's expression froze, and she stood frozen by the stove.

“We’ve all experienced the loss of family members,” Gwen said.

"My mother also passed away from cancer."

“I can’t remember much about my childhood with my mother,” Harry said.

“Both Liqun and I lost our parents in an accident,” Peter said.

Walter White stared, turning his head to scan Peter and the other three men.

He was somewhat surprised, and Stephanie and her younger brother Walter Jr. made the same surprised, gaping expression as their father Walter. The kitchen was quiet except for the sound of chicken wings being fried in oil in the pan.

“That’s a heavy topic.” Walter White winked and laughed.

"I'm prepared myself, but Stephanie and Walter aren't."

“Not many people are mentally prepared for this,” Peter said.

Li Qun turned to look at the window, and in a daze, he saw the "Lady of Death" flash by again.

Li Qun looked at Walter White, whose life had already been sealed by death.

Li Qun suddenly understood.

In this world, cancer may be the mark that the "Lady of Death" places on those she targets.

“Mr. White, I’d like to show you something. The advice you gave me last time led me to this.”

"Let's go to the living room, so your little gadgets don't affect the kitchen."

Walter White and Peter went to the living room, which was separated by a half-wall, and Peter took out his modified spider silk protein from his backpack.

Upon seeing the white, unidentified substance, Walter White tensed up for a moment, but when he saw Peter take out his modified spider silk protein and draw it into fine threads, Mr. Walter felt somewhat relieved.

“I want to modify this biomaterial into a textile material,” Peter said.

"I misunderstood."

Walter White curiously picked up Peter's modified spider silk protein. The fine threads he pulled out were a bit sticky, and if they were made into clothes, they would feel very uncomfortable to wear.

"It needs to be dehydrated."

"Let me think about it."

“Peter, you’ve already tried physical dehydration, haven’t you?” Walter White asked.

“Yes, it didn’t achieve the result I wanted,” Peter said.

“You can try this…” Walter White thought for a moment and gave Peter a few chemical treatment options.

He only provides the ideas; whether they will actually work is still unknown.

"Take good care of yourself, Peter, don't kill yourself."

Chapter 162 Past Events

"I think I'm getting addicted to cola chicken wings."

“Mr. White, if you’d like to try something new, you can come to my uncle’s restaurant.”

Li Qun took out the business card of the Yellow Crane Tower Chinese Restaurant, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Walter White.

Walter White looked at Li Qun and laughed; today was probably the day he had laughed the most since he and his family moved to New York.

"Do you think I can be a good chef?" Walter White asked Li Qun.

“It should be possible,” Li Qun said.

“Actually, I haven’t looked for a job yet, and I don’t want to be a teacher anymore,” Walter White said.

“Dad, I thought you had already found a job. Mom told me not to worry,” Stephanie said.

“I only went for a few interviews, and the results weren’t ideal for me,” Walter White said.

"I still have one last company I haven't interviewed with, but I'm 100% confident I'll get the job, and I'm hesitating."

"Which company is it?" Harry asked curiously.

“Osborn Industries,” Walter White said.

“…Uh.” Harry shut his mouth. He didn’t want to tell Mr. Walter White that he was the eldest son of the chairman of Osborn Industries when he was a guest.

“Stephanie, would you mind if I became a street food truck owner?” Walter White asked.

"Dad, why did you suddenly want to do this?" Stephanie couldn't understand Walter White's idea at all.

“I still have some money, enough to buy a license to operate a food truck on the streets of New York. The license is valuable, and it can be passed down to you after I die,” Walter White said.

“A food truck operating license in New York is practically a guaranteed job. Even if you don’t want to run it yourself, you can rent it out and collect rent,” Li Qun said.

“Business licenses aren’t easy to buy, are they?” Gwen said.

“I have an old friend in New York, and given our past relationship, he wouldn’t mind helping me with this,” Walter White said.

"Liqun, I want to buy your cola chicken wing recipe."

“There’s no need to buy these. Many people know how to make cola chicken wings,” Li Qun said to Mr. Walter.

“Mr. Walter, you want to sell cola chicken wings? Your food truck must come to the vicinity of our school,” Harry said.

“As long as street vending is allowed, I can go near Midtown High School.”

……

……

Norman Osborne took off his white coat, walked out of the laboratory, turned and went into his office, staring blankly at the ceiling.

After regaining some composure, Norman picked up the mail on his desk and began to examine it one by one. One letter in particular caught his attention.

"I'm back in New York, and I'd like to see you. This is my phone number now, and you can also send letters to this address. Walter White."

Norman Osborne narrowed his eyes. The letter was brief, but it carried great weight in Norman's mind.

He didn't found Osborn Industries alone; it was a three-person effort involving his wife and Walter White.

He and Walter White were once best friends, but they parted ways due to differences in their ideologies.

Of Osborn Industries' many products, the military's favorite was a high-energy chemical explosive, which he developed with Walter White. A single unit the size of a baseball could release enough energy to instantly reduce a person within a three-meter radius to ashes.

The disagreement began here: Walter White refused to put their jointly invented high-energy chemical explosives into military use, and Norman tried to persuade Walter, but ultimately failed.

Norman Osborne took out his phone and wrote down Walter White's phone number.

He hesitated, wondering whether he should call his old friend Walter right now.

Norman reminisces about his past with Walter White. The two met in college, admired each other's talents, thought the other was a genius, and fell in love with the same person.

The person they both liked was Harry's mother.

Norman remembered that the first time he impressed Walter was when Harry's mother chose him and married him.

"Walter, do you want to come back? I told you, I've always kept a place for you in the company. You can contact me by phone; this is my personal number. Norman Osborne."

Norman took out some stationery and began writing a reply. He found an envelope, sealed the same short letter, and filled in the return address on the envelope, following Walter White's original address.

Norman Osborne leaned back in his chair and laughed to himself in his office.

The research project he's working on with the military is going through a difficult time, and if his old friend Walter White could come back to help him, everything would go back to normal.

They were the most compatible research partners, and with Walter's brilliant mind, he was sure to think of things Walter couldn't.

Walter is back in New York...

Why would an old friend return to New York?

Norman Osborne began to ponder.

A voice inside Norman urged him to call Walter White immediately.

No, call Walter White right now!

Norman glanced at the time; it was a little past nine in the evening. Walter White should still be awake at this hour.

Norman Osborne made the call.

“Hello, this is Walter White…”

"I am Norman, do you remember my voice?"

"...Norman, did you see the email I sent you?"