In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

(Changed the cover, let’s see how it works)

On a rainy afternoon, gray clouds covered the city, giving people a gloomy feeling.

Jonathan felt the gloomy mood of the Americans around him and stood in front of the power company building in an especially good mood. He looked up at the mottled sign and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

This is the old home of the Smurfs. It looks very old...

How can you not be exploited working in a place like this?

That's impossible.

So Jonathan pushed open the heavy glass door and walked into the company lobby.

A bald receptionist at the front desk looked up at him and saw that Jonathan was dressed in a suit and tie and must be a wealthy man. A professional smile immediately appeared on his greasy face.

"Hello sir, how can I help you?"

Jonathan smiled and bowed gracefully:

"I'm Harry Osborn, a representative of the Osborn Corporation, and I want to discuss cooperation with your technical director."

"Osborne... I seem to have heard this name somewhere before?"

The receptionist nodded with some recollection in mind, but there were too many distracting things on weekdays, so she couldn't remember them all at once.

The bald receptionist motioned for Jonathan to wait a moment, then picked up the phone and started making the call.

Following the excited response on the phone and the warning not to neglect, a middle-aged man who looked like a supervisor quickly walked out of the elevator.

The man was wearing a temporarily ironed suit, a tie with oil stains, and an extremely polite and flattering smile on his face.

The strong joy mixed under that equally greasy face made Jonathan feel a little outrageous.

The nutrients I just absorbed from Dr. Connors were not as much as his.

Even Jonathan had the illusion that his strength had increased by one percent.

"Hey, hello. I guess you are the son of the famous entrepreneur Norman Osborn? I am the manager here, Peter Ma... I heard that you want to discuss cooperation?"

Jonathan shook hands with him symbolically, with a smile on his face.

Horse Peter?

Nice name, welcome to Dahua.

After a few simple greetings, Jonathan's eyes inadvertently swept across the corner of the hall.

Sure enough, there was a dark-skinned man in work clothes, sitting alone, with his head down, concentrating on repairing a complex circuit board.

This person is the next chess piece that Jonathan is looking for, Max Dillon.

He has a weak character, a strong self-esteem, and a native family. He is the "strongest worker" who can be perfectly deceived with just a little warmth.

Which boss doesn’t like it?

Jonathan withdrew his gaze without leaving a trace and said to Ma Peter:

"In fact, I would rather discuss this directly with your front-line technical staff. After all, they are the ones who truly understand the actual situation."

Ma Peter was a little surprised by Jonathan's words, but he still nodded flatteringly, rubbing his hands and saying flatteringly:

"Hey, Mr. Harry, I'll have our technician come and talk to you. I guarantee you'll be satisfied, haha!"

Jonathan smiled and waved his hand.

"Don't bother. I think that gentleman is good."

Then Jonathan pointed in Max's direction.

Ma Peter followed his gaze and frowned suddenly:

"Oh, he's Max Dillon, just an ordinary technician. Are you sure you want to talk to him?"

Max is usually an unpopular soft persimmon in the department. Anyone can bully him and he often messes up things.

If it weren't for the fact that he was always hardworking and willing to do whatever he was told, and was a good cheap laborer, Ma Peter would have fired him long ago.

Ma Peter was afraid that this unlucky guy would mess up the "wealth that had come from heaven" that he had worked so hard to obtain.

Jonathan nodded.

"Yes, I want him. Why... do you have any objection?"

"Hey, no, no, I'll go call him right away."

As he said that, Ma Peter straightened his street stall suit, walked to Max and whispered in his ear.

"Max, there's a boss over there who wants to talk to you... You better be careful, even I can't afford to offend him... If you mess up, I'll fire you right away, do you hear me?"

Max raised his head woodenly, looked at Ma Peter in shock, then looked at Jonathan in the distance, seeming a little at a loss.

"Me? Talk to me?"

The rest is unbelievable.

However, what made Max even more unbelievable was that the rich man that Ma Peter mentioned, Jonathan, actually came over in person and extended his hand to him in a friendly manner.

"Hello, Max. I'm Harry Osborn."

Max hesitated, then stretched out his greasy hand and shook his.

"Hello, Mr. Osborn…I'm Max Dillon."

"So... Mr. Dillon, can you tell me about your work?"

Max felt a little embarrassed. Why was this rich man so polite... and even called him sir?

But then, when he heard about his professional field, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, and he spoke as if he was offering a treasure.

"It's nothing, actually... I'm just responsible for maintaining and repairing some electrical equipment. I've also participated in some large projects in the company."

Jonathan nodded with an "appreciative" expression.

"That's great. I've been looking for talents in the field of electricity. Maybe I can cooperate with your company. My project needs talents like you."

Max was a little flattered when he heard this, but he still kept calm.

"No... No, I'm just an ordinary technician. I may not be able to help you."

Can't help?

Man, it would be a big help if you turned into a big Smurf...

There was a gleam of amusement in Jonathan's eyes.

"Oh... don't say that, Mr. Dillon. Everyone has their own uniqueness. I believe in your ability."

Hearing this, an unnatural blush appeared on Max's dark face. His self-esteem was greatly satisfied. He raised his head and looked at Jonathan seriously.

"Thank you, sir... But with my ability, I'm afraid I really can't help you..."

In the end, Max refused. He was very aware of his own abilities. If he really went, he really wouldn't be able to help much... Wouldn't that be repaying kindness with enmity?

"Well... Max, if there is a chance, I hope to invite you to join our team and work on bigger projects together."

Jonathan was not surprised by Max's rejection. He had a very twisted personality, and if he wanted to conquer her completely, he needed to proceed step by step.

Thinking of this, Jonathan immediately took out an exquisite business card from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand.

"Here are my contact information. If you need anything or change your mind, feel free to come and see me."

Max took the business card and took a look at it. It had the words "Osborne Group" and Jonathan's personal number printed on it.

"Thank you. I'll think about it."

Jonathan stood up and patted his shoulder encouragingly.

"I look forward to seeing you again, Max."

"Come on, Peter Ma, let's continue to talk about cooperation."

Max looked at Jonathan's departing back, his heart full of doubts and complicated emotions. He looked down at the business card in his hand, his fingertips gently stroking the smooth paper surface.

“Am I really that good?”

Max muttered to himself.

Although he was confused, he still carefully put the business card into his pocket, intending to keep it safely.

Uncle Ben’s house.

Peter slept in bed all night.

He slowly opened his eyes until the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into the room through the curtains.

But what surprised him greatly was that, unlike the drowsy feeling yesterday, he now felt refreshed and filled with unprecedented strength.

"What the hell just happened?"

Peter muttered to himself, then sat up in bed.

Just as his eyes were wandering, Peter discovered that his vision had become unusually clear. He could even see the tiny cracks on the distant wall, and even -

The fly fluff hiding in the corner and rubbing its hands can also be seen clearly.

"Wodfake...am I not nearsighted?"