After seeing Sally off, Chris' expression turned pensive - Gotham City? He really would have to visit sometime, but for now he had to infiltrate the U.S. Strategic Scientific Reserve.
With that thought, Chris backed to met Oswald's mother at her luxury apartment, then brought her home.
Seeing her son bring home an mature woman, Sarah had a complex feeling.
"Mom, this is my friend Oswald's mother, Aunt Esther. She'll be staying with us for a while." Chris introduced them.
The women shook hands, Sarah curious while the shy Esther felt like she was meeting her mother-in-law.
After breakfast, left some money behind, Chris went out again.
Esther asked, "Does he often like that?"
Sarah nodded, "Yes, he's always out making money. I just hope he stays safe and comes home every day."
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After exchanging WWII's destructive AK47 and blueprints at the Conqueror Store, Chris went to the Stark Tower.
He held out a bill to the guard, "Hey bro, pass the word that a former European weapons designer wants to meet with Mr. Stark about a new weapon, it'll only take a minute."
Eyeing the money, the guard said, "I'm a guard."
"Two hundred!" Chris held out more money.
"Money cannot sway my resolve!" The white guard shook his head.
"Five hundred!" Chris raised the amount.
The guard swallowed, struggling to say, "I said money cannot sway my resolve!"
"One thousand! I'll find someone else if you don't." Chris pulled out a stack, scorning these guards - money solved everything!
"Deal, wait here, I'll find someone." The guard hurried off with the money.
Money makes things easy, money opens doors!
The guard soon returned, "Come in. You'll be taken up there. Remember, only one minute!"
In the elevator to the eighth floor, two armed guards stood like door gods.
As he entered the office, moans could be heard - someone doing filthy business!
Soon a heavily made-up woman emerged, obviously having just been fucked!
A middle-aged man with a mustache sat roguishly on the desk, looking a bit overindulged. Obviously this man was Howard Stark - the founder of Stark Industries, and the future father of the famous Iron Man.
"So you're some kind of European weapons expert? Go ahead, you've got a minute."
Chris handed over the blueprint, "You're in mechanical engineering, you know how much this is worth."
Howard took it, glancing casually before his eyes glistened, "Good stuff, not bad. Got a working sample?"
Chris took out the AK47, "Try it, we'll discuss the price properly afterwards."
Howard rang for the guards to take the gun, "Run tests and get me a detailed report on it, make it quick!"
Drinking wine, they sounded each other out during the tests.
"I don't recall a weapons design expert named Chris in Europe, so please tell the truth." Howard lit a cigar.
"I invented it, believe it or not?" Chris snorted, pulled out his own cigarette and lit it.
"Of course, inspiration is unstoppable once it strikes, anyone could be Einstein. You don't seem to be an ordinary man either, a professional who mixes with the streets?" Howard quickly began to plan.
"The poor can only eke out a living on the streets, not everyone succeeds, we have to seize every chance to climb up! Money is everything, I want to be like you, makeing money while enjoying the air conditioning!" Chris didn't hide anything, he spoke his primal desire.
"Haha, an honest fellow indeed, not bad, not bad. My friend, I like you, Cheers!" Howard had an odd temperament, fine with cooperating if he took a liking.
Chris clinked glasses, no need to say much with these business foxes. Stark Industries was just getting started, not yet dominant. A year or two later, even throwing money at them might not get Chris a meeting.
The test results were quickly presented, and Howard scrutinized the data.
"Ten million dollars, I'll buy all the rights." Howard made an irresistible offer.
Chris shook his head, "No, I want a million, plus 5% of Stark Industries! And stock for every patent I sell you, up to a maximum of 30%."
"You're confident on Stark Industries?" Howard's eyes flickered, requests for shares were rare as Stark Industries was not yet profitable.
"Of course, compared to Wayne Enterprises, I prefer the fresh industrial start-up feel. Keeps the vigor of youth." Chris looked at his wine, somehow he already had a girlfriend to think about, even if she was about his mother's age.
With mature women, he could always feel an incomparable taboo thrill from the age difference, a pleasure brought on by the gap in years.
Before transmigration, there was no way for him to get women a generation older!
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