Chapter 17: Still saying you're not in true love? (Seeking follow-up reading and monthly votes) Now, it is impossible for Bant to come up with other technologies immediately. He couldn't possibly transform into a little sniper in front of Harry and the other customers in the slush shop, could he? "Harry, I know this is a little unbelievable," Bant tried to persuade Harry, "It might even be a little like a fantasy, but believe me, I can make it come true, I promise!" He looked at Harry seriously. Although he didn't say anything, his serious tone obviously reminded Harry of Bant in his memory - steady, mature... Maybe, he could do it? Harry couldn't help but think. At this moment, although Harry still felt it was ridiculous, an urge to believe it surged in his heart. He thought, what if? What if it really comes true? I can’t understand those formulas myself, maybe what’s written on them is true? After all, he is Bant! Never had a chain fall off before!
"Okay." Harry took a deep breath, as if he had made an important decision, and picked up the document that Bant gave him again. "I'll show it to my dad. There are many experts in the Osborne Group. If it is really possible, I think my dad might be willing to set up a new project." Because the person in front of him at the moment was Bant, Harry made up his mind that even if he might be despised by his father Norman Osborn, Harry would deliver the document to the other party. "Don't!" Harry felt a sudden gust of wind in front of his eyes. Then, before he could react, a force pulled his arm, and when he looked again, the document in his hand had been pressed heavily on the table by Bant! The tempered glass covering the table seemed to be hit by something powerful. It made a loud "crack" sound and exploded into pieces as big as a fingernail! "Ben......?" Harry was startled, staring blankly at his old friend whom he had not seen for many years and had already become a little strange. "Are you OK?" "It's okay...the quality of the glass seems to be a bit poor..." Bant obviously didn't expect this result. Because he was too excited, he failed to control his strength for a moment and directly shattered the tempered glass. At this time, the waiter in the store also ran over in panic and asked if they were injured. No one doubted Bant's strength. Everyone thought that there was something wrong with the quality of the glass. The store manager even planned to give Bant some financial compensation, but they were all sent away by Bant and Harry. After being interrupted by them, Bant and Harry both planned to talk about this matter somewhere else. So they walked and talked along the river bank. "Don't show it to Uncle Norman." Bant said, the wind blowing from the river made his hair look a little messy. "I don't plan to cooperate with Osborn, Harry, just with you." Bant has no intention of sharing his technology with Norman Osborn, who may become the Green Goblin in the future. Even though the current Norman Osborn is actually still a good elder, the Osborn Group is a large enterprise and everything in it is definitely not decided by Norman alone. Those shareholders are all vampires. If Bant really achieves something, everyone will want to share it. Bant can solve it, but why go through so much trouble? "Do you understand? Harry, it's just you and me," he pointed his finger at Harry's chest, "Maybe Peter will be there in the future, but there will never be any involvement from the Osborn Group or any other group." "Just us?" Harry stopped at the river bank and looked at Bant in surprise.
Bant nodded to him, leaned against the railing, and said tactfully: "After all, Osborne Group is not controlled by your father alone. I don't intend to let others interfere in my company." You know, Bant intends to build Primos Technology into a giant like Stark Group, or even a giant that surpasses Stark Group. It is better not to have those troublesome share issues from the beginning. He was not only worried about other investors, but even Harry's father was worried. Of course, it would be rude to say this in front of Harry. "I understand your thoughts," Harry nodded. "To be honest, if those shareholders had the chance, I'm afraid even the Osborne Group would be divided up by them, and not even a bone would be left." "You're right. That's what I'm worried about. Besides, if you succeed without the help of the Osborne Group, I think Uncle Norman will be more proud of you. What do you think?" "You're right, but, Ben, if we want to develop nanotechnology, it's impossible without Osborn's financial resources." Harry sighed, shook his head, and said with some embarrassment, "It will cost a lot of money just to build a nano-level laboratory." "We don't have to start working on nanotechnology right away," Bant said after thinking for a while. The highly intelligent nanorobot technology is indeed a little too advanced. His only advantage now is that he has ready-made research samples and does not have to worry about going in the wrong direction, which can save a lot of costs. "What do you think?" Harry asked. Bant naturally thought of Iron Man's armor. Many of the technologies in Mark III can be used for civilian purposes. More importantly, after Bant transformed into a little warrior, it wouldn't take him long to fully master the technology of Mark III. He can upgrade the armor and then sell the upgraded functions. "It won't cost much. I think tens of millions of dollars will be enough." Bant blinked at Harry, and Harry shook his head helplessly. He originally thought that he was just supporting an old friend's business and would spend at most a few hundred thousand to set up a small company, but he didn't expect that he might have to invest tens of millions... "Guess I'll have to sell a few cars." He shrugged. Then, the two of them talked about the company's shares, which was easier than expected. Young Harry was not a shrewd businessman at all, or in other words, he did not regard it as a business. In the end, he only wanted a small portion of the shares. "Money is not very important to me," Harry said, shaking his head. "You came to me for help, and I helped you. It's that simple!" "Besides, I will inherit the Osborne Group sooner or later. Even if my father is not satisfied with me, I am his only son." Harry smiled and patted Bant's shoulder. "The best way for you to repay me is to make the company a success and make my father look at me with new eyes!" "Don't worry, Harry, I won't let you down." After solving the funding problem, Bant was about to say goodbye to Harry, but Harry stopped him. "and many more……" "What's wrong? Do you have anything else to do?" Bant asked. "Really, Ben?" Harry exclaimed in surprise, "I just decided to give you all the money I've saved since I was a child, and I might even have to sell my car, and you actually want to leave me alone on the street!" "Why do you make me sound like a heartless person who turns his back on me as soon as his pants are pulled up?" "You are!" said Harry. "You should at least invite me to dinner." He hooked Bant's shoulder without saying anything and dragged Bant towards Queens. "It just so happens that I haven't seen Peter for a long time. I finally got out of boarding school. I don't want to go back so soon!" After talking for so long, it turns out it was all for Peter. It turns out that you two are true love, right?
Bant rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. Harry and Peter did have a very good relationship. They knew each other earlier, and Peter and Harry could get along better than the more mature Bant. The two returned home, and Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben had not yet gotten off work at this time. In order to supplement the family income, especially to raise two children, they obviously had to pay more, especially in the early years, when Uncle Ben had to work until late at night almost every day before he could go home, and Aunt May also worked several jobs. For a long time, Bant and Peter planned to do odd jobs after school, but he was too young at the time, so Uncle Ben never agreed. But Peter was at home. Because of Aunt May's incident a few days ago, Peter realized that he had put too much thought into his deceased parents. It's not that this is bad, but he shouldn't ignore the family members who are still around him. This made him feel a little guilty, so he didn't go to see Dr. Connors during this period. Of course, on the other hand, he thought that he had solved the problem of the serum by bringing the formula left by his father last time, so there was no need to go again. "Let's wait a while before going to see how the doctor's research on the serum is going." Peter muttered to himself as he squatted and proofread the gadgets on the table. ——Spider silk shooter! After receiving Bant's proposal, Peter has been thinking about the battle suit and the spider silk shooter. For some reason, he felt like it was an instinct. In his brain, he knew clearly what to do to produce a special enzyme and synthesize it into spider silk. And he succeeded. All that's left is the suit and the launcher. "I don't know where Ben has gone again. He said he didn't want to be a superhero, so he really doesn't help me at all." Peter sighed, but quickly cheered up. He came up with a good idea. "Even though you said you don't plan to be Spider-Man, I won't forget you if something good comes my way. After all, you are my cousin!" Peter smiled secretly, flipped through the draft that Bant had given him before, and picked out another suit. "This one looks good--" Peter picked up the design in one hand and held the semi-finished Spider suit in the other, thinking about how to change the style for Bant. At this time, he heard the sound of a door opening downstairs, and then an electric current spread across his scalp. "Is Ben back? I can just ask him which one he likes." Peter complained about the inexplicable feeling again and prepared to go to Bant with the draft. Just at this moment, a voice that sounded a little strange to him came from outside the door. "Peter?" Harry shouted upstairs before he even walked up the stairs, and then stepped on the old stairs. Suddenly, the stairs made a teeth-grinding creaking sound. "I think the stairs in your house are quite old," Harry complained. He was afraid that he would collapse them if he walked on them. "According to seniority, you can call it Uncle Stairs," Bant said casually, "But don't worry, it doesn't have osteoporosis, so it won't collapse." "hope so." Harry walked to the door of Peter's room and was about to knock when the doorknob turned by itself, and Peter walked out with a card full of Spider-Man's suit design drawings in his hand. "Long time no see, Peter!" Harry first greeted him excitedly, and then his eyes fell on the picture album in Peter's hand. "what is this?"
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