Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 256 Frank Martin

When following Uncle Martin in the elevator to the laboratory, Terry silently watched the numbers on the display jump from the top to the negative numbers, feeling a little strange in his heart.

"Why does everyone like to build such high-tech laboratories underground?"

Martin Lee turned his head and looked at Terry with interest.

"Everyone?"

"Um, I mean it's just like in those movies, science fiction movies and the like, some mad scientists or villain rich people..."

Terry suddenly realized that the description was a bit too specific and closed his mouth.

Martin smiled nonchalantly.

"It seems that you have become the boss of your company. I remember that Fast also applied for a dual laboratory after transferring it to you."

Terry looked embarrassed.

Not interested either.

"Mr. Martin."

There are no scientific researchers walking around in the Fengyan Group's underground laboratory. There are just compartments marked with different uses. Compared with what Terry has been exposed to before, the conditions seem to be a little rough.

Although after taking over as CEO of Fast, Terry once had great expectations for it, imagining that he might be able to create a company that was not inferior to other major technology giant organizations in the Marvel world in the future.

Although Charlot is also troubled by Fast Company's business, who knows that this old gentleman is getting this salary.

Martin nodded, turned slightly sideways, and raised his hand towards Terry.

Martin had no grudges about Terry taking over as the boss. Now the Feast Group is developing very well. Even if Terry is not good at business, it will not affect the future lives of his uncle and nephew.

So he basically left it to Charlot, who now serves as a personal assistant and was promoted to executive vice president by Terry.

"Terry, this is Dr. Jonathan, an expert in physics."

"This is Terry, my nephew."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cubicle door opened, and a short, thin, middle-aged man with a document under his left arm walked out. He looked up and saw the two of them, and immediately greeted them attentively. , the tone was full of respect.

The specific reasons are of course more complicated, and security and privacy are also issues that need to be considered, especially when it comes to some particularly expensive experimental instruments.

It wasn't even comparable to the environment of the anatomy room that Strange lent him before.

Jonathan reacted quickly and bowed to Terry again, then stepped forward and stretched out his right arm with an eager face: "To be precise, I have some research in radiation and gravitational physics."

Following Uncle Martin's lead out of the elevator, Terry twitched his nose as he looked at the much simpler decoration style compared to the office on the top floor.

But in fact, after Terry initially came into contact with part of the company's business, he found that he was not proficient in those complicated and lengthy business processes.

Terry shook hands with the other party calmly, with a slightly curious look on his face.

The sense of déjà vu is too strong. This place does not look like the wealthy one of the Science, Strategy and Defense Bureau. A temporary stronghold can be covered with special alloy on the floors and walls. If there is more smell of disinfectant in the air, it will be more like a place. An ordinary hospital corridor.

Martin seemed to see what Terry was thinking, and while leading the way, he explained unhurriedly: "I prefer to use my money on the knife handle."

"Actually, the reason why the laboratory is built underground is not entirely because it wants to hide something, but New York City has relevant regulations on this. For example, if an accident accidentally occurs during the experiment and some toxic and harmful substances are leaked, it will not be There was a huge explosion on the ground.”

After all, the human brain is limited, and it is impossible for him to remember the names of all the villains in the world, big and small. However, considering that Uncle Martin has recruited so many future masters, Dr. Jonathan must not be a simple person. .

It's just that this is a doctor after all, so his attitude towards himself is too respectful.

It's okay to be respectful to Uncle Martin. After all, he is the boss who pays wages, but he shouldn't treat himself that way. When Terry let go, Jonathan immediately turned to Martin Lee and handed the document in his hand forward with an attentive look.

"Boss, these are some of my ideas about new projects. In fact, I have been studying this aspect before. Do you think..."

Martin took the file and flipped through it, while Terry glanced at it casually.

I can vaguely see some lengthy technical terms, but I just can’t understand them.

"How much funding is needed for the cross-time and space expansion gateway project?"

Martin Lee took off the pen hanging on the chest of his suit and tapped the cover of the document with the pen cap.

Jonathan's smile and respect deepened a little more, and he hurriedly moved forward.

"In terms of initial start-up funds, the budget is around 70 million."

Terry's pupils were shaking, and even the muscles in his neck were stiff. He couldn't believe the numbers he heard.

However, Martin Lee didn't hesitate much. He made a meaningless hum in his nose, then took off the pen cap and signed the document.

As for Dr. Jonathan, his smiling eyes were almost blinding.

When the delighted Dr. Jonathan walked away almost bouncing away with the folder in his arms, Terry quietly grabbed the hem of Uncle Martin's clothes.

"The sum just now is 70 million and it's gone?"

"I used two strokes to sign my signature. Remember to pay more attention next time."

Is this a matter of how many strokes are used to sign?
This is not the time in the Science, Strategy and Defense Agency.

When facing Nick and S.H.I.E.L.D. behind him, Terry often hears some outrageous numbers and expenses. For example, the training ground they use costs hundreds of millions of dollars.

But at that time, Terry didn't feel anything about the big numbers. After all, it wasn't his own money.

But now Terry feels an inexplicable pain, just like in his previous life, he bought a car worth 200,000 yuan with a loan with a salary of less than 10,000 yuan.

When you say you use it, you don't use it elsewhere, you use it yourself, but the pain in your body is severe.

"It was all worth it, Terry."

Martin Lee reached out and gently touched Terry's arm.

"You'll know when you see it later."

"I'm not the kind of person who doubts someone else's character when they meet them, but to be honest, uncle, news about academic fraud and defrauding funds is not uncommon."

Terry grinned and made insinuations. He didn't understand why Martin could be so trusting of scientists who had only been recruited for less than a year.

Martin Lee raised his eyebrows.

"Put aside the fact that you don't trust your uncle's vision. Since you know that I used to be Mr. Negative, you should also know that I have some mental manipulation skills."

Terry's expression was a little stiff.

"Mental control?"

"It sounds quite unfair, but you have to know that their given life could have been even worse, but at least now in my place, they are all law-abiding citizens. Or do you plan to discuss the issue of free will with me."

(End of this chapter)