American comics: Extracting the immortality of cancer cells at the beginning

(Changed the cover, see how it works)

On a rainy afternoon, the gray clouds enveloped the city, giving people a gloomy feeling.

Jonathan felt the gloomy mood of the Americans around him, and stood in front of the power company building in a particularly good mood. He looked up at the mottled sign, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes.

This is the old company of the Smurfs, it looks very old...

Working in such a place, do you want not to be exploited?

That's impossible.

So Jonathan pushed open the heavy glass door and walked into the company lobby.

A bald receptionist at the front desk looked up at him and found that Jonathan was dressed in a suit and tie. He was definitely a rich man, and his greasy face immediately showed a professional smile.

"Hello sir, may I help you?"

Jonathan smiled and bowed gracefully:

"I am Harry Osborn, the representative of the Osborn Group, and I would like to discuss cooperation with your technical director."

"Osborn... I seem to have heard this name somewhere?"

The receptionist nodded with some memories, but there were too many distractions on weekdays, so he couldn't remember it all at once.

The bald receptionist motioned Jonathan to wait for a moment, then picked up the phone to start contacting.

With the excited response on the phone and the reminder not to neglect, a middle-aged man who looked like a supervisor quickly walked out of the elevator.

The man wore a temporarily ironed suit, a tie with oil stains, and an extremely polite and flattering smile on his face.

The rich joy mixed under that equally greasy face made Jonathan feel a little outrageous.

The nutrients he just absorbed from Dr. Connors were not as much as his.

Jonathan even had the illusion that his strength increased by 1%.

"Hey, hello. I guess you are the son of the famous entrepreneur Norman Osborn? I am the manager here, Peter Ma... I heard that you want to discuss cooperation?"

Jonathan shook hands with him symbolically, with a smile on his face.

Peter Ma?

What a good name. Welcome to Dahua.

After a few simple greetings, Jonathan's eyes inadvertently swept across the corner of the hall.

As expected, there was a dark-skinned man in work clothes sitting alone, repairing a complex circuit board with his head down.

This man was the next chess piece Jonathan was looking for this time, Max Dillon.

With a weak personality, strong self-esteem, and a native family, he was a "strongest worker" who could be perfectly deceived with just a little warmth.

Which boss doesn't like him?

Jonathan retracted his gaze without leaving a trace and said to Ma Peter:

"Actually, I would rather discuss it directly with your front-line technicians. After all, they are the ones who really understand the actual situation."

Jonathan's words surprised Ma Peter, but he still nodded flatteringly, rubbing his hands and flattering:

"Hey, Mr. Harry, I'll let our technicians come and talk to you, I guarantee you'll be satisfied, haha!"

Jonathan smiled slightly and waved his hand.

"No need to bother, I think that gentleman is good."

Then Jonathan pointed in the direction of Max.

Ma Peter followed his line of sight and frowned suddenly:

"Oh, he is Max Dillon, just an ordinary technician, are you sure you want to talk to him?"

This Max is usually an unpleasant soft persimmon in the department, anyone can pinch him, and he often messes things up.

If it weren't for his usual hard work and being a good cheap laborer, Ma Peter would have fired him long ago.

Ma Peter was afraid that this unlucky guy would mess up the "wealth from heaven" that he had finally obtained.

Jonathan nodded.

"Yes, I want him. Why... do you have any objections?"

"Hehe, no, no, I'll go call him now."

Ma Peter tidied up his street stall suit, walked to Max and whispered in his ear.

"Max, there is a boss over there who wants to talk to you... You should be careful, even I can't afford to offend him... If you mess up, I will fire you immediately, do you hear me?"

Max raised his head woodenly, looked at Ma Peter in shock, and then looked at Jonathan in the distance, seeming a little at a loss.

"Me? Talk to me?"

The rest was unbelievable.

However, what made Max even more unbelievable was that the rich man that Ma Peter mentioned, that is, Jonathan, actually came over in person and extended his hand to him in a friendly manner.

"Hello, Max. I'm Harry Osborn."

Max hesitated, then stretched out his greasy hand and shook his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Osborn...I'm Max Dillon."

"So... Mr. Dillon, can you tell me about your job?"

Max was a little embarrassed. Why was this rich man so polite... He even called him Mr.?

But then he heard about his professional field, and a trace of pride flashed in his eyes, and he said it like he was offering a treasure.

"Actually, it's nothing... I'm responsible for maintaining and repairing some power equipment, and I've also participated in some large projects in the company."

Jonathan nodded, showing an "appreciative" expression.

"That's great, I've been looking for talents in the power field, maybe I can cooperate with your company, my project needs talents like you."

Max was a little flattered when he heard this, but he still kept calm on his face.

"No... No, I'm just an ordinary technician, I may not be able to help much. ”

Can’t help?

Dude, if you become a big Smurf, that would be a big help…

Jonathan’s eyes flashed with a hint of amusement.

“Oh… don’t say that, Mr. Dillon, everyone has their own uniqueness, I believe in your ability.”

Hearing this, Max’s dark face showed an unnatural blush, his self-esteem was greatly satisfied, he raised his head and looked at Jonathan seriously.

“Thank you, sir… but with my ability, I’m afraid I really can’t help you…”

In the end, Max still refused. He had a clear understanding of his own abilities. If he really went, he really couldn’t help… wouldn’t that be repaying kindness with enmity?

“Okay… Max, if there is a chance, I hope to invite you to join our team and participate in bigger projects together. ”

Jonathan was not surprised by Max's rejection. He was a very stubborn person, and he needed to proceed step by step to conquer him thoroughly.

Thinking of this, Jonathan took out an exquisite business card from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand..

"Here is my contact information. If you need anything or change your mind, you can always come to me."

Max took the business card and took a look. It was printed with the words "Osborne Group" and Jonathan's personal number.

"Thank you, I will think about it."

Jonathan stood up and patted his shoulder encouragingly.

"I look forward to meeting you again, Max."

"Come on, Peter Ma, let's continue to talk about cooperation."

Max looked at Jonathan's back as he left, his heart full of doubts and complicated emotions. He looked down at the business card in his hand, and his fingertips gently stroked the smooth paper surface.

"Am I really that good? "

Max muttered to himself.

Although he was confused, he still carefully put the business card into his pocket and planned to keep it well.

Uncle Ben's house.

Peter slept all night in bed.

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the curtains into the room, he slowly opened his eyes.

But what surprised him was that unlike the drowsy feeling yesterday, he now felt refreshed and full of unprecedented surging power.

"What the hell happened?"

Peter muttered to himself, and then sat up from the bed.

Just when his eyes were wandering, Peter found that his vision became unusually clear, and he could even see the slight cracks on the wall in the distance, and even--

The fly fluff hiding in the corner of the wall rubbing its hands could be seen clearly.

"Wardfake... Am I not nearsighted?"