"...dark creatures unknown to you..."
"...Last night, a battle broke out in Brooklyn. Brave soldiers, fearless of sacrifice, stopped the evil vampire army from entering downtown Manhattan..."
"...The legends you know aren't necessarily all false, for example: vampires..."
"...Beware! There are aliens hiding among humans, constantly trying to overthrow humanity..."
"...Obituary: Councillor XX and his family were brutally murdered by vampires in the villa..."
"...Officials: We will crack down on and eliminate vampires, and purge those who are not human..."
"...Hyperion Industries will establish a charitable fund for the families of those killed by vampires last night and donate $100 million for the fund's initial expenses and operations. The families of the deceased will receive $XXXX from the fund annually for three years..."
"...Norman Osborn: The value of studying vampires that you don't know..."
"…"
Reports were overwhelming, unsurprisingly all about the vampires. Such a major event was impossible to suppress. Even the footage of the Brooklyn battle, even before the reports were released, had already been uploaded to the internet and circulated like crazy. Even today, some tabloid newspapers, unable to catch up with firsthand news, simply borrowed images from the internet.
The authorities also took the opportunity to exaggerate the evil and danger of the vampires, saying that the authorities will eliminate these cancers at all costs and ensure the safety of people's lives, etc.
"We're almost there." Nick Fury stood up and patted Luke's shoulder, waking him up from the pile of newspapers.
The door of the CEO's plane belonging to Hebolen slowly opened, and Luke, Ina, Nick and others walked down under the protection of bodyguards. The airport had an official welcoming team, including two generals and a colonel, all of whom were familiar faces.
"Little Luke, your growth has surpassed the expectations of us old guys." After the greetings, General Evra smiled and hugged Luke's shoulders, praising him warmly. Nick and his agents followed from a distance, making no attempt to approach.
Facing the overly enthusiastic old general, Luke felt a little uncomfortable. What was with that look that treated him like his own blood nephew? He struggled slightly, but the old general's hand was unexpectedly strong, as if he was afraid Luke would run away, holding him tightly. Luke couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He really didn't want to get too close to these old guys, or show such intimacy.
If it were Tony Stark, he would have already dodged and broken free, saying something like "Don't touch me, your contact makes me uncomfortable."
"Little Luke, we're old friends. I know the longevity potion is in high demand and the supply is limited, but Farah and I only want two!" Seeing his old friend, General Farah, blocking the other people who came to meet him at the airport and holding back that difficult woman, Ina Sandra, to create some space for himself and Luke alone, General Evra lowered his voice and spoke quickly to Luke, "Four hundred million US dollars! We understand the price!"
"According to my agreement with S.H.I.E.L.D., this is Director Fury's business, and you should talk to him. He's right in the back, do you need me to call him up for you?" Luke spread his hands.
"No, no, no, I won't talk to that black-hearted guy! He asks for too many things, and it's hard for me to satisfy him." General Evra's face changed when he heard Nick Fury's name. He didn't even want to look back. He looked at Luke with earnest eyes: "Little Luke, I helped you when Heberon was still young. We have always had a good relationship and a pleasant cooperation! Your helicopters are great. Farah and I have always wanted to order more."
"Excuse me, General Evra, but the number of longevity potions is limited, and you don't look like you're ready to use them." Luke understood that General Evra was playing the favor and profit cards with him, using a two-pronged approach.
"But being younger is always good, isn't it? I can already feel my current body starting to weaken. I want a healthier, more energetic body." General Evra looked at Luke with a burning gaze. "I know some people may need it more than I do, but that's how the world works. Competition is the norm, isn't it? We have a connection, and that's my advantage!"
"Two?" Luke sighed and made a two gesture.
"Two!" General Evra's face lit up and he nodded.
"I will not help you bear all the troubles and consequences caused by this." Luke stated first.
"Of course. If anyone dares to embarrass you, tell them to come to me." General Evra promised.
"Just this once, General," Luke said.
"I know." Evra didn't take it seriously. He patted Luke's shoulder affectionately, feeling satisfied. He leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I still have two hundred vampires. They've all lived for at least two hundred years, and a few have lived for five hundred! They're useless to me. If you need them, just name your price. I'll have them sent to Heberon."
"Thank you very much," Luke said, and in return, he offered a discount: "Thirty million dollars for those two potions."
…
After finally getting rid of the enthusiastic Evra and the other two generals, Luke, Ina, and the others hadn't gone far when they ran into another group at the airport. Norman Osborn, dressed in a suit and tie, with slightly graying temples, was also leading a group of people from the other side. Seeing Luke, Norman paused, turned around, and walked towards Luke.
"What is this old guy doing here? He's not easy to talk to." Ina Sandra frowned when she saw Norman approaching, and whispered to Luke.
"Luke Field? Hello, Ms. Sandra." Norman stopped beside Luke, a friendly smile spread across his stern face, and extended his hand.
Luke reached out and shook Norman's hand, and he and Ina also greeted Norman with a smile. The two teams gathered together.
"Young and promising! If Harry were half as good as you, I wouldn't be worried about Osborn's future." Norman sighed as he looked at Luke. "You've established a charitable fund for those who died in the Battle of Brooklyn. That's a great idea and a great move. Osborn is willing to donate $200 million to this fund. No financial involvement is required, and no subsequent audits are required."
"So what do you want?" Ina asked sensitively. She didn't want to believe that a businessman like Norman wouldn't have any requirements.
"What do you want? Ms. Sandra, aren't all the people attending the meeting here today here to share the spoils? Please forgive me for being so harsh. Osborne Industries is also here to get a piece of the pie, but I have no intention of stealing business from Heberon. Self-healing potions and longevity potions, this is your territory, and I will not enter without your permission.
Your products are aimed at officials and the upper echelons! I'm different. I'm targeting the lower classes! The masses!" Norman clearly had his own business plan. He looked at Luke with the eyes of a genius. "Forcibly degrading the status of an intelligent life form to a legal commodity has surprised everyone. Don't worry about me. The better your product sells and the more famous it becomes, the more I'll benefit. Today, Osborne Industries and I will stand by you."
After Norman finished speaking hurriedly, he turned around and went to greet Generals Evra and Farah.
"What does he want to do?" Ina Sandra frowned as she watched Norman Osborn coming and going in a hurry.
"Maybe he wants to sell similar products. For example, health supplements containing vampire factors?" Luke recalled Norman's words.
Once the information that vampires are the raw materials for longevity and self-healing potions spreads widely, it's clear that any product containing vampire factors will naturally become popular. Osborne Industries can leverage its reputation and technological prowess to seize this nascent market for vampire-factor health products.
Strengthen your body and prolong your life?
As for the technology? This isn't medical! He doesn't even need mature technology and clinical trials in the early stages! He doesn't even need to actually have a vampire gene! All he needs is publicity to drive a market worth at least tens of billions. The craze might not last, but Osborne Industries doesn't need to last either.
It seems that this is really going to be a capital feast.