Rise of an Empire

"I told you a long time ago, young people should not be too impulsive and should pay attention to their health." Norman Osborne stood in front of Conrad's desk and said in an old-fashioned way, looking like someone who had been through it before.

"I'm annoyed." The Duke was lying on the table like a fish, with no energy.

The list that I have painstakingly studied for several days turned out to be useless. The only one with a slight chance, Arnim Zola, also received the news last night. The other party was recruited by the US government eight years ago. Now, Exactly where one works is kept completely confidential.

Of course, as he is familiar with the plot, he naturally knows that the short doctor is now working for S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Yes, yes, I know you're annoyed, but it's been a week, and even the freshness should be over." Osborne smiled like an experienced driver and winked at him.

"How does that girl taste? Although she is a bit older, she has that figure and that mouth. Have you ever asked her to serve you up and down?"

"Your uncle, I've been here until now, forget it." After Osborne reminded him, Conrad then remembered the sexy beauty Tina who he had taken as his maid.

It stands to reason that he should have developed the other party thoroughly as early as a week ago. Although Tina was definitely not willing to do so, but to be honest, the privileged class sometimes does not need to be reasonable.

It's a pity that something big happened when he went back on the first day, which made him forget about the other party.

In the next few days, although Tina was always by his side, whenever Conrad was about to pull her into the room for Fa-rectification, Gudrun would come out of nowhere and say nothing. If he didn't, he would just stare at him with her green eyes, which made the Duke feel scared.

So, until now, the poor Duke is still a virgin.

Of course, it must be natural to practice with Tina when Gudrun is not paying attention.

It's just that I really don't know how long this affair-style life will last.

"What do you mean? You haven't done anything yet, have you? I heard that you raised people directly into your home. Don't tell me you are still so innocent." Osborne suddenly transformed into a tabloid reporter, full of excitement. Face of curiosity.

"What a joke, how is that possible? Let me tell you, I'm so tired these days just because that woman is so energetic."

No matter when, a man must not lose face in this aspect, so even if he has not really mastered it until now, he must still pretend to be familiar with it.

"Take care of yourself, brother," Old God Osborne patted Conrad's shoulder and warned him earnestly.

This day is simply unbearable. If you say that you haven't done anything until now, this kid will think that you are useless, but if you say that you have done something, this kid still thinks that he is useless.

It’s simply an unsolvable knot.

Fortunately, Osborne finally got down to business after a few jokes.

"Tonight is a big gathering. Do you want to come over?"

Having said this, Osborne looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to them, then he lowered his voice and said.

"Conrad, I know that you will inherit the title of the Weiyan family in the future, but after all, East Germany has been occupied by the Soviets, and your ancestral fiefdom will not come back. New York is no better than Europe. Your noble status can only mean that you have a higher level than others since you were born, but if you don't make connections, you will definitely be surpassed by others in the future."

The United States is a country of immigrants. Although people here also have the concept of nobility, it is not as strong as that of Europeans. If Conrad's dukedom was in Europe, he could have some connections with the royal families of various countries, and he could also borrow tiger skins. Show off your power.

But in New York, everyone only recognizes money and not people. Osborne knows that the inheritance passed down by the Weiyan family for hundreds of years is enough for his best friend to spend a lifetime, but in that case, this life will basically be just money. I can be a second-generation ancestor who just eats and waits for death.

Although in the eyes of others, Norman Osborne is also a second-generation ancestor who is just waiting to die, but as the sole heir of the Osborne Group, if he really didn't have two brushes, his father would have probably started practicing a new one. Called

"Okay, okay, why don't I go at night?" To be honest, he was a little touched by Osborne's admonition.

It's hard to tell that this kid seems to be out of his element every day, but he is quite considerate in his heart.

"That's right, two brothers in one generation. Since that girl is so powerful, why don't you borrow my brother for a few days to help you get revenge?" After receiving Conrad's reply, Osborne immediately returned to his playful smile. .

"Go away, I don't have that messy hobby like yours." That blonde beauty hasn't gotten started yet. How could she lend it to this guy?

Four o'clock in the afternoon, after class

"Conrad, today I want to introduce you to some good friends." Osborne walked into the house at the lead and pulled him towards the middle seat.

Many people came to say hello and join in the fun along the way, but Osborne didn't bother to pay attention to them at all. Sometimes it was unavoidable and he just smiled politely.

"Those are all speculators. Unless necessary, we don't need to deal with them." Although Osborne seems to be a tease in front of Conrad, in fact, this young master is still very capable of handling things.

The courtyard is not big. After all, in a place like Manhattan where land is precious, no one dares to be too ostentatious. A one-acre manor like Conrad's is basically the limit.

"Alexander, you are so unkind, you actually attacked me again." Osborne slapped a young man in fine clothes on the back, staggering the guy who was lying on the maid's body and chewing something. .

"Asshole Osborne, this is my home, okay?" The boy who was slapped reluctantly let go of the maid in his arms and returned depressed.

"Alexander Pierce, the young master of the Pierce family, his father is the Secretary of State, Clarence Pierce." Osborne punched Alexander in the chest before introducing with a smile.

"Conrad Weyen, my best brother. This brother of mine is an authentic European Duke with a thousand-year heritage. He is completely different from an upstart like you who claims to be famous."

Alexander probably knew that Norman Osborne's foul mouth couldn't say anything good at all, so he simply ignored him and extended his right hand to Conrad.

"Nice to meet you, Your Majesty the Duke. It is really a great honor for me to have you come to attend this gathering."