Seeing the subject appear, Coulson hurried over to Tony and intercepted Mr. Stark before he could find Pepper. 》

Looking over there from afar, Eric slowly savored the martini in the glass, this astringent vermouth-based wine was originally green with ice cubes added and gradually turned cloudy milky white, with a light and slightly bitter taste, which is very suitable for eliminating fatigue, and when it enters the mouth, it stirs up fine foam, which quickly refreshes people's spirits.

"Alone?" A nice girlish voice sounded beside him.

He heard the sound and looked over to see that it was Gwen, the daughter of Director Stacy, the ponytail girl who was dressed up lively and beautiful today, and had just left her father to come to him.

"Yes, don't laugh at me." Eric said frankly. "I admit that I couldn't find anyone willing to accompany me."

"MJ doesn't want to either?" The girl laughed slyly.

Eric was a little surprised: "Why her?" ”

"Intuition." Gwen didn't stay long, and then smiled mysteriously and fell back to her father, seeing her holding his father's arm and gesturing to shoot from a distance, and Eric raised his cup to her.

"The girls are really weird." Turning the empty cup, Eric muttered to himself.

Before he could savor the complicated relationships of the girls like a martini, the bald executive appeared next to him again, having finished receiving important guests and now finally able to rest for a while.

"You look like a social creature." Before the people arrived, the deep voice had already arrived, Obadi. Stan taunts him, and Eric fights back.

"Because young girls are willing to talk to me for the sake of money?" The blow hit the comer's heart, and Obadi's old face twitched slightly. Eric shrugged and didn't go into any further discussion of the topic, dropping his cup and helping his former ally get a waiter.

"Familiar tone, it seems that this is one of the internal reasons why you chose the other side." Obadi wiped his sweat and ordered a glass of wine at random.

Eric smiled and didn't answer. His relationship with Tony wasn't what Obadai thought it would be, but there was no need to deny it.

Obadiah took off his long white scarf and beat it away with his assistants behind him, leaning back on the stage and watching Tony on the dance floor with Eric. Stark, who had gotten rid of Agent Coulson, was dancing with Pepper.

"Why is it so hard, don't you know that there is a potion that can keep people young forever recently?" Eric asked, pointing to the beads of sweat on the executive's head, who was noncommittal.

"I've always been conservative about new things, especially when they are related to you." The executive said teasingly, the news of the blood clan potion really couldn't be concealed for long. Although Stryker is well controlled, it does not mean that his boss can be as good as him.

In non-war times, every 658 windows in the White House are ventilated outward, and it is difficult to preserve any bit of information, and many people in high society are already aware of Stryker's relationship with Eric, some have no choice but to use it as a lifesaver, and some are cautious - Obadiah is one of them. "I'm not an old man with one foot in the grave and enough patience to wait for the clinical trial report to be released. I'm not stingy with giving. I just don't want to take on too many side effects, or I need to take constant injections to maintain the results. ”

"A very reasonable request, but I would like to remind you that you want a good thing that is effective enough and completely free from side effects. I'm afraid it has never been in the world. ”

"You're right, but I've always felt that finite life is the foundation of human evolution." Obadiah drank the wine in one gulp, then asked for another one. "Lose your ambition. Blindly indulging in the illusion of eternal life, I doubt that the user will eventually become a waste that only knows pleasure and is slow to respond to changes in the outside world. ”

Eric smiled, Obadiah was an insightful man.

"Mr. Stan is wise." praising the top executive. Eric agrees with him in a way.

Think of the gentlemen and noblewomen of the Bloodline Mansion, who were once the best of the past, from brave and resolute knights and officers to heroic politicians and Valkyries, but as time passed, their ambitions were worn out by their near-eternal lifespan, and they left the guard to the younger generation, accustomed to a life of grievances, lost their original courage, and finally became poor lambs to be slaughtered under the claws of werewolves.

It's not that their strength isn't strong enough, it's that they've forgotten their stubborn will.

From this point of view, any elixir of life has its downsides, but Eric must protect its reputation so as not to cause unnecessary loss of his own income.

"Please note." Eric said. "Human beings are creatures who are born with a sense of crisis, otherwise the selfish genes that seek advantage and avoid harm will make them forgetful, and eternal life is just an excuse for the weak-willed to persuade themselves to give up, and it is always themselves who control the present, not some kind of medicine."

"But the storage of the medicine itself has shaken the foundations of the country. Everyone who is awake should understand that the long-term economic prosperity is only an illusion, that the essence of the American economy is reinvestment, and that the estate tax redistributes the overly concentrated wealth, and that the cycle, although not perfect, has worked effectively for the past two hundred years. Now that you break it, the rich can live longer and longer, they accumulate more and more, the chances of the middle class rising are rapidly decreasing, and the gap between the rich and the poor is further divided, and you think that these changes will be unnoticed by others? ”

"Then you can try to convince those who are nearing the end of their lives to see if they are willing to sacrifice themselves for the country, or to give up their private property for a chance to prolong their lives." Eric scoffed. "Allow me to remind you once again that the American dream is full of struggles and gains, but there is no need to highlight examples of failure. It is a man-eating flower with an enchanting fragrance, and only after it has consumed enough flesh will the lucky ones be allowed to pluck the fruit on the top of their heads. People don't see its danger but lust. Hope drives them to ignore a qiē. ”

"When someone finally gets the results, he will not attribute his achievements to luck, but take it as a reward for hard work and hard work, and the latecomers also think the same, so the generations have come and gone, what makes them desperate, is the so-called essence and mechanism? No, it's no, it's the human impulse to satisfy the ego itself. It is with this impulse that someone crossed the ocean into this strange 6 places, and this country was born, the so-called mechanism, the so-called essence, they are nothing more than ancillary products, not unimportant, but by no means irreplaceable. ”

"So you want to break the old balance of power and establish a new equilibrium?" Obadiah sighed and drank the second glass of wine. "We don't have a conflict, Eric and Obadi should be like-minded, but now we're sitting face to face."

He still wants to enlist Eric on his side, or at least remain neutral, but Eric must keep Tony in order to plan next.

"Life is like a rushing river, we are two boats passing over it, and it is normal to have one after the other. You think we're face to face, but who knows if we're just passing by? He didn't close the door, but in Obadai's view, it was a tactful refusal.

Since he had tried his best and still couldn't get it back, he didn't waste his efforts in vain.

"It's funny, keep your humor up, I appreciate that." Obadai clapped his hands, and Eric bowed to him slightly.

"Each other." Eric said slowly. "I've always wondered what kind of person can work with two generations of genius in a row, genius is not uncommon in history, and someone with genius and can become immensely rich is as incredible as a living dinosaur. Now that my curiosity has been satisfied, Mr. Stan's talents may not have been shown in scientific research, but there is no doubt that you are a thinking person, not a mere executor. ”

"If I were like that, Stark Industries would have fallen in the waywardness of their father and son." Obadai laughed heartily, drawing attention from the people in the distance, but now he didn't care, there was a lot of conversation tonight, and only this one was the one that liked him the most.

"Outsiders only see the brilliant achievements of Stark and his sons, but they never pay attention to what holds up this glory - there are mountains of waste under the delicate bright feet, and behind the glamour there is my dedication. After Howard's death, I had a chance to reclaim what I deserved, but I didn't do anything, I was single-minded in maintaining our business, but Tony's willfulness could overturn my efforts at any time. ”

"Don't look for me, but look for Obadi; This doesn't work, that doesn't work - thank you Tony! I used to think of him as my own son. But when my hard work was trampled on by him again and again, my patience was exhausted. I'm not a babysitter, and I'm not Howard, and I don't have an obligation to tolerate him again and again. I just want to take back my company, she's like my daughter, soaked in every inch of my life from head to toe, and for her I can work with the devil, whether it's Tony or you standing in front of me. ”

Dropping the glass, Obadiah stood up, perhaps because of the alcohol, he had already said too much today, and it was time to leave.

"Be careful, Eric. My efforts failed once, but my new ally hadn't made a move. ”

Pointing to Eric's chest, Obadi walked briskly out of the concert hall, followed by Tony, and after a brief argument, the two men left.

Eric thought for a moment and followed behind Tony. (To be continued!)

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