Another afternoon. ∝⊥ ∝⊥ ∝⊥ Xiao ∝⊥ said, ◆.2↓3x.c→om The GIs who had been training all day surrounded Eric and begged to show them something new, Eric did not shirk, took out something he had made recently, adjusted the settings and turned on the switch in front of everyone, and then with a shout, the spaceship flashed with five-colored light and ascended to the sky.

"It's an incredible masterpiece." As the happy GIs chased the ship away, a familiar voice rang out.

"Thank you." Hearing this, Eric raised an eyebrow.

Since the start of this era, he has met Stryker's father and Warren's grandfather, been exposed to the youth of the captain and the Winter Soldier, is in a cold war with Tony's father Howard, and now has a young Obadi.

It's really gratifying.

Ten minutes later, the two men arrived at the bar of the Officers' Club, walked through the bustling noise, sat down in front of the relatively secluded bar and asked for a Corona beer.

"Eighty-nine days! In less than three months, you have created a full 100 important Ming, an average of more than one per day. You know Eric, you break past records every day, and you keep surprising people. If this wasn't in a closed barracks, if the outside world knew about your amazing talent, you would have become the greatest of all the Ming families in history. Obadi's voice was filled with admiration and amazement.

"Does that include Stark? Mr. Obadai. Eric asked, smiling, as he turned to the other side and raised his glass to the other.

This question made Xi Executive, who had not yet fully turned into a bald head, shrug his shoulders.

"I don't know if Howard would agree with that, but as far as I know, he was no longer obsessed with his real room since forty days ago." Obadai shook his head, although he didn't want to admit his partner's shameful defeat, but his heart was full of admiration for the Ming family in front of him. "Your light eclipses all the geniuses of this era, and the crystallization of your wisdom can only be left quietly rusted in the storeroom of the barracks, with all due respect, this is not responsible behavior."

"So. What should I do? Eric humbly asked.

"Save them, dig them, give them the space they deserve." Obadi waved his arms in amazement to strengthen his tone. "I'm not a scientist, but I've had the privilege of working with the smartest people in the world, and I know what scientists think of their hard work, and that's their child. How can you lock a child in a dark warehouse, that's a crime! ”

Eric understood what he meant, just like seventy years later, he and Obadai always needed each other, but sadly. He came too late this time.

"I think I see, are you going to invite me to Stark Industries?" Eric didn't say no, he turned the cup and said slowly.

"No, I don't have that luxury." Obadai laughed, revealing his snow-white teeth. "The outside world compares you and Howard to Edison and Tesla, and as far as I know, these two gentlemen have a very bad relationship, and if I had any sense of reason, I wouldn't try to do the impossible. Let's be honest. I want to partner with you, just like I did with Howard. ”

"Very good idea." Eric was noncommittal.

Howard could see his indifference, but he thought it was his relationship with Howard that was causing him to be worried.

This concern had long been expected by him, and he explained it sincerely. I want to dispel the suspicion of the other party.

"I know that you are a thoughtful person who takes action, as concise and efficient as your research style, and I will not hide it from you. Nor will I try to deceive you, I can make concessions on the company's equity, as long as I guarantee the power I deserve. Trust me. I am only interested in managing the most promising companies in the world. As he spoke, he showed Eric a signed letter of intent stating that he would renounce any attempt to seek control of the company in any way, and that he would be liable for damages if he violated it.

"I even have a name for the future company, which is called Exploration Spaceflight, and I will do the spacecraft and rocket business you talked about, sending people and goods into space. We can even take Howard's idea and put the engine in steel armor and make it fly like an airplane, becoming a personal flying machine that will completely change the way people live. Although the market was a little smaller at the beginning, fortunately there was no competition, and this was a unique business. I can lobby Washington to pull orders from the Pentagon - of course if the name you are not satisfied with it can be revised. He said confidently, his eyes shining with hope.

Eric didn't answer, just touched his glass with him.

All that had to be said was said, and Obadiah did not dwell on it, he drank his beer in one gulp and got up from the stool.

"Come to think of it, you don't have much time, and so do I. You know, Howard doesn't like people meddling in his field. The current de facto manager of Stark Industries patted him on the shoulder, meaning something.

When his figure disappeared outside the door, the person who had been peeping here finally walked over.

"The millionaire came all the way from New York just to treat you to a beer, and your magic is growing, Mr. Spy." As a pleasant female voice sounded, Peggy. Carter sat gracefully next to Eric.

Ever since she had left Howard in the hotel that day and run back to inspect the barracks, the female agent had regained her former composure, as if she had figured out what was more important to her, wrapping the woman's mind in a thick shell, keeping her distance from Eric, and doing everything on business.

Eric, of course, understands where this change is coming from, but he has already got what he wants most, and now he just has to wait for another one to arrive.

It was beyond his expectations to be able to obtain it so easily, and perhaps fate would have asked him to return to this era and re-walk the path of evolution as a human being.

Miss Carter's psychology doesn't matter, she's like a roadside landscape that you forget after seeing it.

She's just a thing of the past—Eric said to himself, and the more casual he becomes toward Carter in this self-suggestion.

"My magic is right for Peggy. Did Miss Carter work? Eric looked concerned.

"What do you think?" Carter, who refused to fall behind in the slightest, immediately asked rhetorically.

Her question made Eric laugh, and it would be a fun game if it went on in a loop.

"Something?" He called in the bartender, but Carter didn't ask for anything.

"No, I'm not going to accept an invitation from a custodial subject." She called the poor bartender back. "Stark's partner came and said something to you, can you sue me? It's late now, and I'm going to write a report when I go back, you know that staying up late is not good for a woman's skin. ”

Eric raised an eyebrow.

"It makes sense, you need to pay attention to maintenance at your age."

His words made Carter's eyelids jump, and she knocked on the table in displeasure, reminding the other party not to interrupt.

"What did he say?" The female agent asked bluntly.

Eric squinted and smiled, slowly savoring the special Mexican flavor with the addition of white lemon slices.

"He wanted to be George in 1943? Westinghouse, fund me like Tesla, probably because I have one thing in common with Tesla......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted impatiently by Carter.

"The same genius." Carter mimicked newspaper praise in a sarcastic tone. "Thanks, I think I already know and don't need your reminder. My esteem for you is high enough that I will not increase it again. ”

Her words are still so sharp that anyone with a slightly weaker self-confidence will be hit and can't hold their heads up.

Luckily, Eric wasn't that kind of person, and Miss Carter's momentum couldn't weigh him down.

"Well, thanks for the reminder, I admit that I do have some inclinations towards Naxos, I won't tell you, the common denominator I want to say is that I don't value profit as much as Tesla."

Listening to his teasing, Carter was a little embarrassed, she knew very well why she was aggressive towards Eric, but her feelings were always difficult to control, in order to hide the embarrassment in her heart, she hurriedly ordered a glass of soda.

Eric quietly looked at her translucent snow-white cheeks in the light, and his heart gradually became a little melancholy, and he explained in a low voice.

"The reason why Obadai persuaded me, apart from his willingness to concede a controlling stake, was that there was another factor that he thought could help me."

"What is it?" Carter asked in a whisper, rubbing the soda bottle in her palm, but not holding it up to drink, intently observing the wood texture on the bar, as if it was hiding a myriad of secrets.

Eric admired her side and slowly spoke up what he knew.

"Soon, I'll be sent to Europe."

The news sent Carter's body shake, and the bottle fell onto the bar, spilling soda all over his hands.

She didn't bother to wipe the liquid off her hands, and asked repeatedly.

"Why?" The female agent asked aloud.

Eric pulled out a tissue from nearby and took her hand and wiped it carefully.

"It is said that the Allies have recently been hit by strange weapons there, and they need top scientists to help solve it, someone recommended me, and the Pentagon came directly to order, and that's it." Eric said nonchalantly, then added, "Three hours ago, Colonel Phillips officially announced the transfer to me, so the news Obadius got is outdated. ”

Peggy. Carter stood up sharply, retorting fiercely.

"It's not in order! You are the object of my supervision, and the message should be conveyed by me! ”

Eric smiled and didn't make a sound, Carter's attitude moved his heart slightly, but unfortunately some things were predestined, this was not his time, he had to leave after all.

"I'm leaving for New York early tomorrow morning, and then my regulator will move to Europe. I hope the next time we meet, I can treat you to a drink. Finally holding her hand and kissing it gently, Eric called the bartender to settle the bill.

"By the way, Peggy, rest early at night, staying up late is not good for your skin." After a joke, Eric's figure disappeared from the bar, leaving Carter sitting there in a daze. (To be continued!)

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