Harry's goal in coming here was simple.
To share the cake!
Before seeing Anton, he'd been in the office, conducting business discussions with the old man, Jonah Jameson, and quickly reached a friendly agreement.
Of course, it was a verbal agreement.
The specific details concerned how to divide the arms orders from Hammer Industries.
The reason Harry was so understanding was, on the one hand, because his mentally unstable father, Norman Osborn, was still locked up somewhere by Batman, and Anton was Batman's representative, so he had to give face; on the other hand, in the matter of capturing Justin Hammer, the forces belonging to Batman had contributed the most, not the New York Police Department, as the public currently believed.
Batman's forces naturally had to include the Jameson family, as well as the newly established, yet already undeniable, Wayne Company.
Therefore, Wayne Company must have a place at the table when sharing the cake.
If I don't give the cake to Batman, who knows if I'll get into trouble?
Harry, who had been in charge of Osborn Company for six months, had completely grown into a qualified chairman, accustomed to considering problems from a profit perspective.
"Did you guys reach an agreement?"
Anton's gaze flicked between Harry and the old man. He shrugged, "Harry, I'm glad you can represent Osborn Company here."
"No, we're just benefiting from Batman."
Harry smiled, "Anton, besides the cooperation this time, I have something else I want to ask you."
"Wait, let me think."
Anton wasn't surprised. He paused, then asked, "Is it about your father, Norman?"
"Yes."
Harry nodded, uncharacteristically nervous. "I want to see him."
At this moment, the current chairman of Osborn Company finally revealed a hint of youthful awkwardness.
"His mental state has been stable recently. Our people have made some commendable progress. In a while, we might be able to completely eliminate the side effects of the human enhancement serum your father injected."
Anton didn't refuse, stroking his chin. "How about this, let's make some arrangements. When I have time, I'll have the turtles find you and take you to see your father… He's currently locked away by us in a place nobody can find, a place that can guarantee his safety one hundred percent."
"Thank you."
Hearing Anton's reply, Harry was overjoyed.
He hadn't expected Anton to agree to his request immediately.
After all, Norman was locked up in Batman's territory. Even if Anton was Batman's representative, it didn't mean Anton could make decisions for Batman.
But he didn't expect Anton to actually think for a moment and then agree.
Harry came back to his senses and pondered.
Did this mean Anton's status in the Justice League was even higher than he imagined!
But, Harry got definite information through some reliable channels that Anton was not Batman.
"Anton, what exactly is your role in the Justice League?"
After getting a satisfactory answer from Anton, Harry left the Wayne Company.
Standing at the entrance of the building, he was in a daze.
Suddenly, he turned his head again, looking at the large characters of Wayne Company behind him.
"Limb regeneration technology, and..."
He pondered for a moment: "Advanced technology, but the origin of the military technology is unclear... Is all of this being orchestrated by Batman?"
"Boss."
His driver parked the car in front of him.
Harry came back to his senses, got into the backseat, and was then slowly driven away from the area, returning to Osborn Company.
Inside Wayne Company, the office.
Anton stood by the window, watching Harry standing on the steps at the entrance, pondering for a moment before getting in the car and leaving, revealing a faint smile.
"Old man, your face is splitting with that grin. Did you have a good haul today?"
He turned his head and said, "I have to say, Harry has changed my impression of him. In time, even if Norman Osborn returns to Osborn Company, he might not do as well as Harry."
"He's a qualified chairman, and he's more generous than Norman."
The old man chuckled, "He promised to give us sixty percent of Hammer Industries' orders."
"Sixty percent of the orders? Don't overdo it, old man!"
"I won't."
The old man said, "I've already planned to buy Hammer Industries' arms production lines! Justin Hammer was just arrested today. After the news simmers for a few days, let the situation develop a bit, and Hammer Industries will truly realize what it means to be beyond redemption. This time, even the military won't protect them anymore."
He paused, his smile deepening, and then continued, "At that time, Hammer Industries will be like prey surrounded by a pack of wolves, unable to escape from the palms of us hungry wolves."
"Old man, you're starting to sound like a bad guy!"
Anton eyed the old man carefully, feeling he resembled a mafia boss from The Godfather: suited, cigar clenched in his teeth, surrounded by a haze of smoke, with white hair at his temples and an expression that was both calm and ruthless.
"I've never claimed to be a good man."
The old man shrugged, exhaling a puff of smoke. "But that doesn't stop me from having the heart of a good man, and acting accordingly."
"Oh, right."
As if remembering something, the old man spoke again, ordering, "If you don't have anything else to do, you'd better stay in New York. John is coming back. You and your father haven't seen each other in over a year; he'll be happy with your accomplishments."
"John?"
Anton was stunned.
After a long pause, he realized the John the old man was referring to wasn't John Constantine, the one most ingrained in his memory, but John Jameson, this body's cheapskate father, the astronaut who didn't eat jelly.
"He's back from space already?"
Anton was surprised.
"His job this time wasn't to go to space," the old man said. "Quite the opposite, he was coaching others to go to space."
"What do you mean, coaching?"
"The government has a plan to build a space station. They need to send a team of scientists to space to conduct certain experiments. John, as an experienced astronaut, was hired as the coach for this team of scientists, assisting them with some special astronaut training."
The old man continued, "The plan is nearing completion. That team of scientists has already been sent into space, so John's job is finished."
"A team of scientists in space..."
Anton muttered, his expression strange.
He couldn't help but feel that this story was familiar!
"That team of scientists, how many people were there? Who were they?"
Anton thought for a moment and couldn't help but ask, "They must be quite famous to get funding from the government, right?"
"I remember there were four of them, three men and one woman. The leader was called Reed Richards, a super genius who had a doctorate in engineering, mathematics, physics, and several other fields. He was once on par with Tony Stark, but unfortunately, Reed didn't have Tony's family background, so he's relatively unknown now compared to Tony."
The old man didn't notice Anton's somewhat frozen expression as he spoke.
Good heavens! Fantastic Four confirmed!
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