Marvel's Speedster

In the headquarters building of the Osborn Industrial Park, Chairman Norman Osborn was leading a group of company executives to the product showroom through the transparent cross-floor bridge when he suddenly heard his son Harry's voice coming from behind him.

"Harry, what's the matter?" Norman was tall and skinny, with a somewhat ferocious appearance, but his attitude seemed quite modest. When he saw the lazy Harry running towards him, he immediately looked at his son with eagle-like sharp eyes. Normally, this gentleman is willing to communicate with Harry, but today is an exception--a big client is waiting in front, and he can't stay for a long time--General Suo, who is in charge of procurement at the Ministry of National Defense, has just taken office, and for the first time When you come to Osborn to visit, you must not neglect it.

"Some accidental discoveries, I think it might be helpful to the company." Harry usually had little contact with company affairs, and he didn't know that an important guest would arrive today. Running all the way over, without wiping the sweat off his forehead, he handed over a document with full expectation, which he quietly took away from the laboratory while Ross and Dr. Connors were talking. But to his disappointment, this hard work was not taken seriously. His father frowned and looked at the title and abstract of the report. He didn't even open the table of contents, so he handed it to the secretary beside him.

"Dad, this report is really useful. I've seen the animal tests done in the laboratory, and the results are amazing!" The intense exercise made the blood rush to his head, and the young man waved his arms excitedly for fear of missing the opportunity, but he His father stopped him immediately.

Turning back to signal the group to leave first, Norman led Harry to the side of the flyover.

"Harry, I know I've put all my energy into my career and ignored your feelings all these years, but I'm also doing it for the future of our family. Your grandfather founded the first Osborn business, but a bad decision caused the company to compete I still remember the voice of shareholder criticism and the economic crisis at home at that time. Although I was not as old as you are now at that time, I saw it in my eyes and remembered it in my heart. I don’t want you to be like me again You are also under so much pressure, so I sent you to boarding school at the age of eleven. I can understand your feelings, but I don't want you to take too much responsibility at your age."

Norman said earnestly. In his opinion, his son must have been deceived by some technology brokers. These examples are too common in the circle of rich young masters. There are always some despicable people who make a living by this. Based on Norman's understanding of Harry, although his son can't be called frivolous and dissolute, he has not inherited the ability to run his own business, and the indispensable qualities of shrewdness and decisiveness are still far from him. Harry Maybe he can play the role of a good son and a good husband, loyal to his friends, and not too extravagant in life, but if he wants to be in the business world and maintain a company as big as Osborn, honesty and friendship alone will not work. Norman really can't do it. He is optimistic about Harry inheriting his own business, so he has never let Harry get in touch with business matters.

According to Norman's vision, he will still be in charge of Osborn for a long time to lead the company to a higher peak. If Harry has a child in the future and the next generation has the ability, it will not be too late to train his grandson with all his strength. Otherwise, just like other rich people who have no qualified heirs, it is not bad to set up a trust fund to avoid heavy taxes and make life worry-free for future generations.

Time was running out, and Norman didn't listen to Harry's explanation. He hugged his son tightly, patted his back, and turned around decisively to leave.

Staring blankly at his father's back disappearing into the corridor, Harry's enthusiasm when he came cooled down little by little.

***

While the Osborn father and son were talking, the military officer corps dispatched by the Ministry of Defense had already launched an official visit to the Osborn industry, and now they are watching a bat-shaped flight device accompanied by the company's chief scientific officer.

"...At the request of the military, we invested heavily in research and development, solved the problems of parallel gliding and gravity balance, and produced a prototype hang glider. It weighs less than one ton, and its front end can stretch out a blade. It also carries 12 rounds of miniature air-to-surface missiles, 5,000 rounds of miniature machine guns and ammunition, as well as lighting equipment and fire-breathing equipment. It can also detonate the target when necessary. The role of..."

The aging scientific officer, dinging the strong wind and noise released by the glider engine, loudly explained the product to the visiting military officers of the Ministry of National Defense, but to his surprise, he did not hear a lot of praise like before. Instead, he only got a rude refusal. The newly appointed General Suo didn't even have an interest in taking a second look at that expensive flight machine, and directly put forward a new request.

"I've seen hang gliding, but it's the same as my predecessor, it's a thing of the past, I'm not here for this, I want to see the report of the physical enhancement program!"

General Suo’s voice was very loud, and Norman heard his request before he even set foot in the exhibition hall. He rushed to his side to apologize for being late, but beside the general, Norman accidentally found two important members of the board of directors. The figure of the member. The white-haired, glasses-wearing Mr. Ba and the bald-headed Mr. Fei in a wheelchair are pure financial speculators who know nothing about industrial production. They have never appeared on such occasions before. It is hard to imagine that they will have anything to do with the new procurement officer.

The entrepreneur's intuition made Norman immediately raise his vigilance, but General Suo's attitude made him hopeless. He had to hope that the scientific officer who had cooperated with him for many years might be able to cover up the problem vaguely.

"We subjected the rats to vapor inhalation experiments, and their physical strength increased eightfold." The science officer explained to the striding general, and Osborn also tried to be more specific about the positive side.

But General Suo was always unwilling to reassure them. He looked at the experimental equipment with an arrogant and critical look, and never talked about the purchase intention mentioned by his predecessor.

This attitude makes people feel very anxious.

Norman Osborn's heart slowly contracted. In the eyes of others, he is one of the few industrial tycoons in the United States. He has tens of thousands of employees and an annual industrial output value of tens of billions of dollars. His business fields span chemical, biological, mechanical, and energy He is a world-renowned billionaire, but as the leader who developed this company from a family business to a large listed company, he is well aware of the development of heavy industry. It has its own rules, long investment cycle, slow results, huge demand for funds, high operating costs, hundreds of millions or even billions of research and development investment, it is not like laymen think that a lot of liquidity can be drawn casually.

In order to meet the requirements put forward by the former military procurement officer, Osborn Industry has exhausted its annual budget to the fullest, and even had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank. If the military withdraws its purchase intention now, or refuses to develop for the next Level 1 stage If you pay the bill in the process, then your decades of painstaking efforts may collapse in an instant, fall to pieces, and become the prey under the claws of others.

Realizing this, Norman immediately turned his hands and feet cold, while General Suo still chased the scientific officer for questioning.

"You said that there was an experiment that went wrong, so in that experiment that went wrong, what were the side effects?"

"The other experiments were all successful, except for one accident!" Norman rushed over to interrupt as if he had been whipped, but this time the science officer could no longer hide, and he had to tell the military representative the truth.

"Violence, aggression, madness... Ha!" The general sneered, and other members of the officer corps were talking behind him.

"Mr Osborn, I'll be honest with you, I never supported your plan, it was approved by the previous chief, but it's outdated now."

Norman Osborn's eyes widened as he watched the majority shareholder of the board of directors stand beside the general to explain for him.

"General Suo will choose to support the Exploration Aerospace Corporation's Flight armor plan. It is planned to conduct a formal test in two weeks. If your human body enhancement plan has not been successful by then..."

"If the human experiment is not successful at that time, I will withdraw your research funding and transfer it to someone else."

Watching the general lead the team away, Norman felt cold in his heart.

After driving away the others and sitting in the lab with the science officer for two hours, he made a risky decision.

"Mr. Osborn, please don't do this, the physical enhancement program is not complete, we can't take any chances, just give me another two weeks..."

The science officer chased after Osborn and begged, but Norman was determined to conduct human experiments by himself and directly grasp the first-hand information.

"Two weeks? If we don't get the contract within two weeks, the Osborn industry will be over!" Norman Osborn yelled at the science officer. He searched everywhere on the Internet for the successful case reports that he had voluntarily participated in the experiment before. Just when he was determined to put all his eggs in one basket, a document placed by the secretary on the table suddenly jumped into his sight.

"Personal enhancement potions... Kurt Connors... and... Ross Byrne?"

After flipping through a few pages, Norman's attention was unknowingly attracted by the detailed experiment report. He forgot to conduct the human body enhancement experiment himself, and read another report on human body strengthening medicine with full concentration.

"Protein kinase, autophagy...why didn't we think of it?" Seeing that he was no longer mad, the scientific officer also looked sideways. As a top expert in this field, he soon discovered the wonderful things in it .

"This is the gift Harry gave me? I really underestimated him. In this way, we don't have to take any risks with mature new ideas." Norman handed the report to the science officer, and closed his eyes to think .