Aaron looked at Otto. "Dr. Otto."
"I'm here."
Otto stood tall and straight, his posture quite standard, as if he were a soldier waiting for a general's inspection.
Aaron said, "I heard you are researching that mini sun project?"
Otto nodded. "Yes, it is a Nuclear Fusion project, a type of controlled nuclear fusion reaction that uses a resonance frequency to enhance the effect of Nuclear Fusion, ultimately generating massive amounts of energy, like the sun, providing endless power."
"Once the Nuclear Fusion machine succeeds, it will be a mini sun, capable of providing cheap electricity for everyone..."
Aaron patiently listened to him describe his plan.
"So, Mr. Otto, you need a lot of money."
Otto nodded. "Yes, sir. My plan requires the precious element Tritium, and currently, Tritium is extremely valuable. Without sufficient funds and technology, it is impossible to produce the amount of Tritium required for the mini sun, and furthermore..."
"So, you're saying that as long as you have enough Tritium, you can build it at any time?"
Aaron didn't listen to the technical jargon, he only cared about what concerned him.
Otto nodded. "I have spent half my life on this. The Fusion Reactor has been completely designed, it just needs startup capital..."
"But you cannot guarantee its safety."
Otto grew anxious. "I am confident..."
Aaron looked at him calmly. "I have seen too many people like you, but they all failed. Currently, there is only one successful person."
"That is Tony Stark."
When Otto heard that name, he wilted.
"Alright, I know. Stark has already developed my concept. He has perfectly mastered the energy of the sun."
"But sir! Stark became an energy giant relying on the Arc Reactor. As long as you help me build the Fusion Reactor, Osborn Industries can also compete with him in the energy domain."
Aaron lightly said, "But I don't need it."
Otto was stunned.
If Osborn Industries didn't fund him, no one else would be this "sucker."
Stark Industries has a ready-made product that is more miniaturized, safer, and more reliable.
His device, just like Curt's, only existed in theory. It had never undergone practical verification.
Moreover, it would be fine if it succeeded, but what if it failed?
Aaron chuckled lightly. "Is Stark Industries very powerful? Why would I need the Fusion Reactor just to surpass him?"
"Is the limb regeneration potion enough? Is the super healing potion enough? Is the anti-aging potion enough?"
Otto was startled, then said dejectedly, "Then, Mr. Aaron, why did you call me here? You aren't just trying to mock me, are you?"
Seeing his reaction, Aaron knew the time was right. He paused for a moment and changed to a more comfortable position.
"Dr. Otto, although Osborn Industries does not need your technology, I personally value your intelligence."
"I am personally willing to fund you to complete your dream, but you need to serve me for the rest of your life."
"I don't just want to build the Fusion Reactor, I also want to create things that only exist in science fiction. Do you understand?"
Compared to the Fusion Reactor, Aaron valued Otto's talent more.
Perhaps in terms of sheer intellect, he couldn't compare to Tony Stark nor could he compare to Howard Stark, who had been dead for over a decade.
But undoubtedly, he was one of the smartest people in the Marvel Universe.
Aaron needed such talents to work for him.
As for intellect... there would be ways to deal with that in the future.
Otto struggled with the decision for a long time, thinking about Curt's performance just now, and recalling the various ingenious potions Aaron had casually mentioned.
Most importantly, Aaron genuinely appreciated him.
Just for his talent, he was willing to personally pay, regardless of the cost, to fund him in realizing his dream.
A boss like this was extremely rare throughout history.
"Boss, maybe we can start working as soon as possible."
Otto made up his mind: he would board this giant ship from now on.
Anyway, he didn't have many days left to live.
Aaron didn't know his thoughts. If he did, he would definitely say: Don't worry, I will let you live longer and work for me for a lifetime, until I become omniscient and omnipotent.
"Very good. Oh, right, Dr. Otto, I heard you also created a set of intelligent mechanical auxiliary arms." Aaron brought up another point.
Otto brightened up. "Yes, Boss. They were specially designed for handling Nuclear Fusion, capable of resisting high temperatures and magnetic forces. They connect directly to the human spinal cord, and the brain then controls these mechanical arms via neural linkage."
"I utilized nano-neural wiring..."
Aaron raised his hand to interrupt. "Later, I will give you enough funding. I want a set of those."
Hearing this, Otto immediately nodded. "No problem. I'll go back and fetch them right now."
"However, Boss, they carry a certain degree of danger. If you intend to use them yourself, you must protect the inhibitor chip inside to prevent the mechanical arms from taking over."
"I won't be using that thing." Aaron shook his head.
He certainly wouldn't use it, even without Otto's reminder. He knew even better than Otto exactly how dangerous that thing was.
Thinking of something, he suddenly spoke, "In that case, do you also have research in the field of artificial intelligence?"
Otto proudly raised his head. "I researched it for a while in my spare time. In the field of artificial intelligence, I am at the forefront of the world."
Aaron said, "Good. Later, I want you to develop an artificial intelligence program for me. The smarter, the better. I have a use for it."
Otto readily agreed. These were minor tasks. If it meant helping him achieve his dream, what was the harm in developing ten of them?
After sending Otto and Curt away, Aaron shivered, then praised after a moment, "Felicia, you have improved greatly. You deserve praise."
Felicia crawled out from under the desk, wiping her mouth and swallowing.
"Boss, mainly the ability you gave me is too powerful. I feel like my tongue is more flexible than my hands."
Saying this, she licked the corner of her lips.
Giant Tongue Whiplash was no joke.
Universal for both sexes, incredibly flexible, definitely one of the best auxiliary abilities.
Aaron nodded slightly, then frowned. "Where is Norman? I haven't seen him since morning."
"Did he go to research the healing potion?"
Norman, with his Green Goblin serum development experience, was naturally the undisputed supervisor of the healing potion reverse-engineering project.
It was said that he was conducting experiments late into the night at the hidden laboratory base in his own villa.
He was more anxious than Aaron, the Boss himself.
Felicia quickly took out her phone and asked Norman's secretary.
"This is bad, Boss. The other shareholders have banded together to challenge us. Mr. Norman has been arguing with them all morning..."
Hearing this, Aaron slightly frowned. "Those fat rats... wouldn't it be better if they took the money and scrammed?"
But there was no money.
Felicia didn't say this aloud.
Osborn Industries' stock price had fallen. Coupled with Norman's previous failed investments, Osborn Industries was at their lowest point.
If it weren't for the cooperation with the military on human enhancement potions, which secured a significant amount of military research funding, Osborn Industries would struggle to maintain normal operations.
"Boss, someone leaked the news that Norman abandoned the human enhancement potion to focus on the so-called super healing potion. The relevant military officials have expressed considerable dissatisfaction."
"I think those shareholders want to use this opportunity to force him out, planning to package and sell the corporation while it hasn't completely collapsed and is still worth a considerable amount of money."
"According to reliable sources, politicians, the military, and other powerful companies like Hammer Industries, A.I.M., Pym Technologies, and Callisto Aerospace are currently watching this showdown."
"Especially A.I.M., their positioning is similar to our Corporation. They not only specialize deeply in the biochemical industry but also conduct military research."
Oh, ho, treating me like a giant cake, eagerly rushing over to share the spoils?
Aaron raised an eyebrow. "So these rats are puppets secretly supported by them?"
"Take me to see. I'd like to know who dares to challenge me."
"They've been spoiled."
Aaron didn't like killing people, but that didn't mean he couldn't kill. He was just too lazy to do it.
If someone was foolish enough to provoke him...