Beauty Spreads All over the World

Smiling and hugging old Osborn, Mick said softly in his ear: "Norman, I promise you will be very happy to attend my party."

After speaking, after releasing it, Yu regained his original smile.

Old Osborn was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed.

The fact that his Osborn family has a family-borne disease is no longer a secret, and almost everyone in the upper classes of New York knows it.

Others have family antiques and so on. Osborn's family is better. Not only family antiques, but also a family disease.

Simply fantastic.

"Mengsan, take Mr. Osborn to the reception room first."

"Yes, BOSS!"

Osborn looked at him and walked in front of him. The mighty, polar bear-like Meng San smiled and expressed his kindness. After saying a few more words to Mick, he followed Meng San's back and walked in. go.

As for the bodyguards, they were all arranged by Mick to have tea and snacks in the back garden.

This time, he sent the invitation in the capacity of Duke Edinson III, and there was a splendid building in New York under renovation.

The status is higher than that of ordinary businessmen like them.

It is understandable to bring bodyguards here, but if you bring bodyguards in the conference room, you will be slapping Mick in the face.

Which one is left or right.

how?

Worried that a noble third Duke will catch them all with his brains, and not worry about his own personal safety?

It is clear.

Osborn knew this too, and didn't call the bodyguard.

at this time.

A luxury car appeared on the passage outside the castle.

VIPs gathered. . . . .

Chapter 34: Planning First Steps

"Hello, Mr. Tevara."

This is the owner of the largest-selling Tevala Motor Group in the United States.

"Hello, Ms. Alvin."

This is the female president of the largest cosmetics Alvin Group in New York.

"Hello, Mr. Hammer!"

This time, Mick finally saw a familiar name, the president of New York Hammer Industries, Justin Hammer.

"Hello, Dr. Doom."

"Hello, Mr. Temer!"

"Hello,……"

At the door, Mick listened to the words of the Protoss in the earphones, showing the demeanor that a noble gentleman should have.

With a smile on his face, Mick, who was MMP in his heart, stood at the door and squeezed out a smile, swearing fiercely in his heart.

After this time, he completely escaped into the darkness and never stepped forward again.

It's so tiring.

The reception lasted nearly two full hours.

More than fifty successful entrepreneurs, worth more than countless small countries combined, are already in the room.

"call--"

Mick rubbed his cheek, and he felt that the whole face was not his own.

Coulson and Hill, who didn't seem to go in a short distance away, asked aloud, "Don't go in?"

"Can we?"

Coulson was stunned for a moment, then asked suspiciously.

With so many entrepreneurs meeting together, it must always be a confidential matter, and they have no intention of going in on their own.

Mick smiled and said indifferently: "It's okay, maybe I can do business with your bureau."

Coulson glanced at Hill, who had not spoken, the latter nodded, and Coulson smiled at Mick and said, "Thank you."

Mick shook his head, glanced at several reporters who didn't know they were touching outside the castle, and said to Meng Er, "Close the door."

Meng Er nodded calmly.

……

Just pushed open the door of the conference room, there was no sound inside.

At first, Mick thought that the gathering of these old men and ladies would be hot, but now it seems.

It seems to be wrong.

Mick walked towards the main seat prepared for him in the conference room, sat down, and coughed.

Swish!

More than fifty successful entrepreneurs set their sights on Mick, but no one spoke first.

In any case, everyone is a successful person with a name and a surname in the United States. If you speak first, it is a bit lower than the others.

People who fetched sky-high prices for a bottle of ordinary red wine to be able to lift each other's bar are convinced of one sentence.

to their level.

Face is important!

Mick was helpless and could only speak first: "You must be curious, why did I invite you here."

Everyone still did not speak, but their faces were full of expressions that this is not nonsense.

Mick smiled and said, "Don't worry, everyone, I promise you will make a worthwhile trip."

After speaking, he gestured to the star spirit standing beside him.

Protoss nodded and operated a few times on the computer in front of him.

A picture is projected into the middle of the conference table.

Mick said, "You don't have to ask, just read on."

Everyone had to suppress their curiosity and patiently watched the video playing on the screen.

on the screen.

While looking at the instrument in front of her, a female researcher asked a few scattered questions to the experimenter lying on the bed next to her.

Almost even the age of not wetting the bed is involved in the problem.

The screen turns.

In a white laboratory, the volunteer whose hair fell out just now watched the researchers in masks extract blood, DNA and genes from his body, a little nervous.

Seeing this, everyone doesn't know why.

Coulson, who was sitting in the back, asked in a low voice, "Hill, do you see anything?"

Hill replied, "No."

But thinking of that dinner, Mick's words suddenly got a little creepy.

"You said, if Magneto regained his youth, would you still dare to hunt him down?"

Back to the screen again.

The picture in the projection changed again. This time, everyone present had their eyes wide open. If they hadn't kept their identity, they would have run to the Protoss computer long ago to see the high-definition image quality.

"This is……"

Hill also looked from the chair, looking at everything in the picture in disbelief.

on the screen!

In the clone cultivation base, the researchers went through a series of operations. In the cultivation warehouse, the clone of the volunteer just now began to breed in it.

The screen after that is fast forward.

From embryo to baby, from baby to child, from child to teenager, from teenager to adult.

This clone develops at a rate of one month a year.

one more time.

The screen turns.

I went back to the room with two special instruments.

When everyone saw the volunteer in the picture, it was obvious that the volunteer was older and more uncomfortable than before.

When a researcher placed the clone on one of the beds.

The people present finally couldn't bear the throbbing in their hearts.

"This is……"

The old Osborn looked at the picture with a pair of tiger eyes, and his hands couldn't help shaking.

He knew that his days were running out, otherwise he wouldn't have let his company sponsor Professor Connors' xenotransplantation experiments.

For, isn't it to be able to find a way out for one's own life?

But right now.

But when he saw that the volunteer was also quietly lying down on the other bed, he couldn't bear the inner call, and said to Mick, who was sitting on the main seat with a smile: "This is true, I want the first one, no matter how much it costs."