The group walked through most of the lab. The size of this laboratory really shocked Peter www.biquge.info, who was used to the small laboratory at school.

The lab covers half of the three floors, with hundreds of technicians in white coats working in front of a variety of instruments, and there are some patrolling security guards in the lab. According to Peter's eyesight, the quality of these security guards should not be comparable to those of the thugs he faced before.

The entire laboratory is divided into more than a dozen areas, large and small, including an exhibition area that is also open to visitors, a dedicated formal office area, and a biochemical isolation area dedicated to conducting dangerous tests.

One of the things that intrigued Peter the most was the sample storage area. In this small warehouse of more than 600 square meters, thousands of different species of animals and plants are stored, and mainly reptiles. Several of the girls in the group turned pale at the sight of the lizards, but Peter and the other boys leaned in to look at them with great interest.

After introducing a few more unique varieties, Handley gave them a little time to visit before taking them to the next part of the experiment. When they had walked around the lab, Peter realized that the morning had passed.

"It's lunch time, please come with me to the staff cafeteria on the 26th floor. There we have prepared lunch for you. You'll have two hours of free time, and we'll meet at the door of this lab at half past one in the afternoon. Handley announced a lunch break, and the interns, who had been walking all morning, were looking forward to it.

Taking the elevator to the twenty-sixth floor, the students who stepped out of the elevator found themselves in a place that looked like a classical European restaurant, and this restaurant was surprisingly large, and I was afraid that it could accommodate five or six hundred people at the same time without feeling the slightest crowd.

"This is our staff restaurant, and there are other staff restaurants on the 25th and 35th floors of the Osborne Building, which will be there in the next few weeks. As for the more upscale manager's restaurant, it's not something we can go to for the time being. Handley explained them to his students.

"The main menu here is American, French and Italian, each with dozens of foods to choose from. Of course, everyone's free lunch does not have so much freedom, and can only choose from five fixed set menus. If you like something else, you can try it, but it costs money. I personally highly recommend the mango pudding and seafood bisque, both of which taste absolutely top-notch. ”

The interns from the other groups also entered the venue at about the same time. Other prep staff at the Osborne Building were gradually filling empty seats. To receive the meal, they first had to go to the temporary table in the corner of the restaurant to get their meal vouchers, and all the interns naturally scrambled to squeeze in.

Peter, who had been working in the back of the queue for a good baby, finally got his meal ticket after waiting for more than two minutes, and the people in his own group had long since disappeared, including Gwen. Peter sighed and went to the pantry to get his meal for the day.

"A chicken wrap set, thank you. Wait, by the way, get me another mango pudding. Remembering that he had reached four figures in the bank, Peter decided to go for a rare luxury.

After taking his food, Peter looked around and found no familiar faces, which made him a little disappointed. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to sit down at an empty table in the corner.

Not long after, while Peter was gobbling up, another man sat across from Peter. Peter looked up, but it was Harry.

"What's wrong? Don't have to eat lunch with your father? Before Peter could swallow the food in his mouth, he could only vaguely say through his mouthful full of food. And don't you want to try not to let him know that I was brought in by you? Harry frowned as he looked at the ugly look.

"Bad luck, he already knew." Harry sighed. "Sure enough, I was trained for a while, but it wasn't as bad as I thought."

"That's good, I'm sorry to let you go into such trouble." Peter felt a little inexplicably guilty, after all, if Harry hadn't brought him in, he wouldn't have to endure this reprimand.

"What's that, it's still a trivial matter." Harry seemed to have something on his mind and picked up the burger from his plate. "You get ready later, Daddy wants to invite you to afternoon tea."

Peter almost squirted all the food in his mouth in Harry's face.

"See me? What does your father want to see me? Oh my God, I'll say something later. That's a figure that costs hundreds of thousands of dollars a minute. Peter panicked. Seeing Peter's performance, Harry was a lot more relaxed.

"Look at you, people still think my dad is a velociraptor yet." Harry had an angry and amused look on his face. "Wouldn't it be easier for you not to think of him as the president of the Osborne Group, but for my father?"

However, this statement had no effect on Peter.

"But he is indeed the president of the Osborne Group!" Peter protested.

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When Peter stepped into Norman with Harry. When Osborne was in his office, his hands were still shaking a little, and his mind was a blur. However, when he saw the man sitting in the office, he couldn't help but exclaim. At this time, Harry also looked at Peter with a wry smile.

Norman in front of him. Osborne was nothing like the charismatic middle-aged man he saw on TV and in magazines. Although his facial features were nine points similar to those in the magazine, his skin was extremely unhealthy-looking pale, covered with bluish-gray dots. It didn't look like the skin of a man in the prime of life, but rather the skin of a ninety-year-old man.

But even so, the mere sitting there made Peter feel a pang of breathlessness. The person who has been in the position for many years gives him an invisible aura without making too many moves.

"I'm so sorry to let you see this side of me, I usually don't bother to ask a makeup artist to help me put on my makeup when I don't need to be in public cameras. Sitting in front of a mirror for an hour and a half is not at all pleasant. "Norman. Osborne said flatly, his voice much older than his age. "Sit down, Harry has always mentioned you to me."

Peter patted his suit and removed the wrinkles before sitting down. That's what the old suit does. An assistant walked in, put down a cup of black tea and a small cake in front of Norman, Harry, and Peter, and walked out.

"Lancashire black tea, I've been drinking this stuff since the doctor advised me to drink more tea." Norman lifted his teacup and took a sip. "To be honest, after drinking it for a long time, it tastes pretty good."

Although he knew that this was rather rude, Peter still looked at Norman's pale skin from time to time. His gaze did not escape Norman's observation.

"A fairly rare genetic disorder in the Osborne family." The smile on his face faded a little. "The rapid weakening of the body's capillaries and clogging up is not a comforting disease. With little warning, one out of every twenty people in the Osborne family would fall ill with the damn thing. At least I'm a little luckier than those who had seizures in my youth. Heaven has given me enough time. ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Osborne." Peter, who was stunned by this major revelation, quickly apologized, but Norman only waved his hand casually.

"It's okay." He said. "Let's satisfy your curiosity first, so we can talk normally."

"Peter, let me start by thanking you for all you have done for Harry. To be honest, I've always been quite worried about whether Harry can have a normal high school life and a friend who genuinely thinks about him. Norman's words made Peter panic. He lowered his head, a little afraid to meet Norman's eagle-like gaze.

"But I have not invited you this time simply because you are a friend of my son. At the same time, also because you are my friend's son. ”

Norman stood up, walked slowly over to his summer vacation, took down a book, and placed it in front of Peter.

"The Puzzle of Life", Richard. By Parker.

Norman looked at Peter's surprised eyes and couldn't help but smile.

"Peter, how much do you know about your father?" There seems to be another layer of meaning in Norman's question.

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Author's words at the end ~

After being reminded by others, I suddenly realized that not everyone would go to the book review area, and few people would see the group number posted there.

The group number is: 850/141/21, just remove the middle bar.

Daredevil vs Super Killer this, I'll wait until tomorrow to make a decision. There are still some things that come out of this plot.

Above! Thank you again for your support!