Seeing the person involved appear, Colson greeted Tony and intercepted Mr. Stark before he found Pepper.

Looking from afar, Eric slowly savored the Martini in the cup. This wine, which was originally green based on aphrodisiac, gradually turned into a cloudy milky white after adding ice. The taste was light and slightly bitter, which was very suitable for eliminating fatigue. When it enters the mouth, it stirs up fine foam, which quickly makes people feel energetic.

"One?" A nice girl's voice rang next to him.

He heard the sound and looked at it. It was Director Stacy's daughter Gwen. The ponytail girl was dressed lively and beautifully today. She had just left her father and came to her side.

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

"MJ doesn't want to?" the girl smiled sly.

Eric was a little surprised: "Why is it her?"

"Intuition." Gwen didn't stay for a long time. After saying that, he smiled mysteriously and retreated back to his father. Seeing her holding her father's arm while making shooting gestures at the distance, Eric raised his cup to her from afar.

"The girls are really strange." Eric muttered to himself, turning his empty cup.

Before he could taste the complex relationship between girls like Martini, the bald executive appeared next to him again. He had already received important guests and could finally rest for a while now.

"You look like a social creature." Before the man arrived, a thick voice had already come. Obadai Stein mocked him, and Eric fought back.

"Because the young girl is happy to chat with me for the sake of money?" This hit directly hit the sadness of the visitor, Obadai's old face twitched slightly. Eric shrugged and did not continue to discuss the topic in depth. He threw the cup and helped his former allies recruit waiters.

"Familiar tone, it seems that this is one of the inherent reasons why you choose the other side." Obadai wiped his sweat and ordered a glass of wine casually.

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

Obadi took off the long white scarf, sent it away with the assistant behind him, leaned on the stage and looked at Tony Stark on the dance floor with Eric. He had already gotten rid of Agent Colson and 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 sweat beads on the executive's head, and the other party refused to comment.

"I have always been conservative about new things, especially when such things are related to you." The executive said teasingly. The news of the Vampire potion was indeed not concealed for long. Although Stryker was good at controlling his subordinates, it did not mean that his boss could be as good as him.

During the non-war period, each of the six hundred and fifty-eight windows in the White House would be ventilated outwards, and any information would be difficult to preserve. Many people in the upper class already knew the relationship between Stryker and Eric. Some people had no choice but to naturally treat it as a life-saving straw. Some people were cautious - Obadai was one of them. "I am not an old man stepping on the grave with one foot, and I have enough patience to wait for the clinical trial report to be released. I am not stingy. I just don't want to bear too many side effects, or find that continuous injections are needed to maintain the effect."

"It's a very reasonable request, but I'm sorry to remind you that you have good things that are good enough to have enough effects but not suffering from side effects at all. I'm afraid that it has never happened in the world."

"You're right, but I always feel that limited life is the foundation of human evolution." Obadai drank the wine in the glass in one sip, and then asked for another glass. "Losing the ambition and indulging in the hallucination of eternal life, I doubt that the user will eventually become a waste who only knows pleasure and is slow to respond to external changes."

Eric smiled, Obadai was a person with unique insights.

"Mr. Stan is so wise." He praised the top executive. Eric agreed to his opinion to some extent.

Think about the gentlemen and ladies in the blood clan mansion. They were once the best in those past eras, including brave and courageous knights and officers, as well as heroic female politicians and Valkyrie. However, as time goes by, their ambitions are exhausted by their nearly eternal life. They handed over the security work to the younger generation. They got used to a depressed life, lost their original courage, and finally became a poor lamb to be slaughtered under the claws of werewolf.

It’s not that their strength is not strong enough, but that they have forgotten their tenacious will.

From this perspective, any immortal potion has its disadvantages, but Eric must maintain its reputation to avoid unnecessary losses to his own income.

"Please note," said Eric. "Human beings are born with a sense of crisis, otherwise the selfish genes that seek benefits and avoid harm will make them lose their minds. Immortality is just an excuse to convince people to give up. They are always themselves, not some kind of potion."

"But the existence of the agent itself has shaken the foundation of this country. Every sober person should understand that long-term economic prosperity is just an illusion. The essence of the American economy is reinvestment. The inheritance tax redistribution of overly concentrated wealth. Although this cycle is not perfect, it has been operating effectively for the past two hundred years. Now that you have broken it, the rich can live longer and longer, their accumulation is more and more, the chances of rising middle class have rapidly decreased, and the gap between the rich and the poor have further differentiated. Do you think these changes will be unaware of anything else?"

"Then you can try to convince those who are about to reach the end of their lives to see if they are willing to contribute to the country, or to throw away their private property for a chance to extend their life." Eric sneered. "Please allow me to remind you again that there are struggles and gains in the American dream, but there is no need to emphasize the example of failure. It is a man-eating flower with a charming fragrance. Only after swallowing enough flesh and blood will the lucky ones be allowed to pick the fruits above their heads. It is not that people cannot see its danger, but desire. Hope drives them to do whatever they want."

"When someone finally gets the results, he will not attribute his achievements to luck, but to take them as a reward for hard work and hard work. Later generations think so, so generations of people continue to do so. What makes them desperate? It is the so-called essence and mechanism? No, it is the impulse of human beings to satisfy themselves. It is precisely because of this impulse that people cross the ocean and enter this strange land, and that the birth of this country is the so-called mechanism and essence, they are just auxiliary products, not unimportant, but they are by no means irreplaceable."

"So you want to break the old balance and establish a new balance?" Obadai sighed and drank the second glass of wine in one go. "We have no contradictions. Eric and Obadai should have been like-minded, but now we are sitting face to face."

He still hopes to get Eric to join him, or at least stay neutral, but for the next plan, Eric must keep Tony.

"Life is like a rushing river. We are two boats passing by it. It is normal for them to have first and then. Do you think we are facing each other, but who knows if we are just passing by?" He did not shut the door to death, but in Obadai's view, this was a kind of tactful rejection.

Since he had tried his best but still couldn't save it, he no longer wasted his efforts.

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

"Erric said slowly. "I have always been curious about what kind of people can cooperate with two generations of geniuses in a row. Although geniuses are rare, they are not uncommon in history. People with geniuses and who can become rich are as incredible as living dinosaurs. Now my curiosity is satisfied. Mr. Stan's talent may not be shown in scientific research, but you are undoubtedly a thoughtful person, not a simple executor."

"If I were such a person, Stark Industry would have fallen under the will of their father and son." Obadai laughed heartily, causing people from far away to pay attention, but now he no longer cared about it. He had a lot of conversations tonight, and only this sentence best praised him.

"Outsiders will only see the brilliant achievements of Stark and his son, but never pay attention to what supports this brilliance--the exquisite invention is piled up with mountains of waste under their feet, and behind the glamorousness is my efforts. After Howard's death, I had the opportunity to regain what I deserve, but I did nothing. I devoted myself to maintaining our career, but Tony's willfulness can overthrow my efforts at any time."

"Don't look for me, please look for Obadai if you have something to do; this doesn't work, that doesn't work-------Thank Tony! I used to treat him as my son. But when my hard work was trampled on by him again and again, my patience was exhausted. I am not a nanny, nor Howard, and I have not tolerated his obligations again and again. I just want to take back my company. She is like my daughter, soaking my life from head to toe every inch. For her, I can cooperate with the devil, whether it is Tony or you standing in front of me."

Dropped the cup and Obadai stood up. Perhaps because of alcohol, he had said too much today, and it was time to leave.

"Be careful with Eric. My efforts failed once, but my new allies have not taken action yet."

Pointing to Eric's chest, Obadai quickly walked out of the concert hall, and then Tony followed, and after a brief dispute, the two left one after another.
Chapter completed!