The hardest part was done by Dr. Yinsen, so it wasn’t hard to get Stark to speed up his recovery.
Driving the car and taking the two to his temporary camp, Alvin lit a bonfire, found a large pot, and made a pot of noodles. Hmm, Alvin carried everything by himself, how could a Diablo profession not have a space backpack with dozens of square meters?
Alvin and Dr. Yinsen’s noodles were sweet with lunch meat. Stark was miserable, his body should be fine, and under the action of the Carrion Vine, the wounds have been closed. But Alvin, who was worried, only gave him a bowl with mushed noodles that had been chewed over and over again. Who told you to have a broken bowel!
Stark took a fork and pounded the mushy noodles in his hand one by one. Watching Alvin and Dr. Yinseen eat he sighed in despair, he made a big mistake today.
Alvin raised his eyes and saw Stark’s expression, and said amusingly: “Man, you have to be happy, how many people are like you, that can survive in this situation?”
Stark glanced at Alvin angrily and said, “If you were me, what would you do in my situation?”
Alvin listened, thought about it, and said seriously: “If I were you, I would first thank my savior, and then use extremely attractive conditions to ask my savior, to not use my new nickname.!”
Dr. Yinsen was eating noodles and watching Alvin and Stark bickering, finding it amusing. Stark was not a good-natured guy. Dr. Yinsen had met Stark on many different occasions before. He had never seen him talk to anyone so docile before.
Stark was very angry. He didn’t speak, he just pulled the noodles into his mouth hard. He was indeed a little hungry.
After Alvin ate the last noodle in the bowl, he looked at Dr. Yinsen with a smile and said, “Dr. Yinsen, after this matter is over, what are you going to do next?”
Dr. Yinsen, after listening to Alvin’s words, held the bowl of noodles, was a little dazed, and his eyes began to lose focus. Without answering Alvin’s question, he just murmured, “Yeah! Where should I go?”
Seeing that his face was not good, Alvin patted his shoulder with concern and asked, “Dr. Yinsen, what’s the matter with you?”
Dr. Yinsen, looking at Alvin, said, “I don’t have a place to go for now. My family was all killed by terrorists. Maybe I should go back to my hometown in Switzerland and see if I can find a teaching job.”
Alvin was excited, what kind of job was he looking for! Come to the community school!
Alvin said tentatively: “Maybe you can come to my community school, you can become the school’s science teacher, if you want, it’s better to take the position of the school doctor as well. Of course, I can offer you two salaries.”
“Don’t listen to him, Yinsen buddy, when you go back, come to my Stark Group, I will prepare an independent laboratory for you in the Stark building, where you can fully develop your talents, instead to be some kind of teacher in a community school!” Stark interjected.
Alvin glanced at Stark with a knife-like look, and said, “Maybe we should discuss the light bulb on Mr. Stark’s chest! I’m curious, Dr. Yinsen, when he doesn’t have this light bulb, what will he do? Can he survive”
Dr. Yinsen finally understood why Stark didn’t want Alvin to save him so early. Although it was a bit riskier, it was estimated that it would be worse than now.
Dr. Yinsen was a simple and honest person, he just smiled, didn’t speak, just sat there, watching Stark and Alvin confronting each other and staring at the bickering.
Stark looked nervously at Dr. Yinsen, seeing that he didn’t reveal his bottom. He breathed a sigh of relief, stared at Alvin, and said, “I’ll tell you, but you won’t understand. What can you understand, a fool who doesn’t even know what college is like?”
Alvin smiled, looked at Stark’s stubborn expression, and said, “Yes, I didn’t go to college, man, but I would never live with a car battery, that thing is not very light!” He also glanced at Stark’s chest, “In comparison, your current light bulb is much better.”
Stark was stunned for a moment, glanced at Dr. Yinsen, who was also a little surprised, and shouted: “You bastard, you were actually spying on me! I’m going to beat you, you wait, Alvin, wait for my injury to heal, I’m going to beat you, one-on-one, with your Hell’s Kitchen rules. If you lose, promise never to talk about me.”
Alvin looked at Stark like a fool, and said, “Dude, what do you think, that life is not exciting enough?”
Having said that, seeing Stark’s furious appearance, Alvin felt that he couldn’t stimulate him. If there was an accident, or even worse if he decided not to donate money, it would be bad, so he said: “If there is one, people-loving person, who built a teaching building for our community school, do you think that as the principal, should I keep a little secret for this kind man?”
Stark was not too dissatisfied with this kind of ripping-off. To be honest, Stark enjoyed the activity of bickering with Alvin. Occasionally gaining the upper hand he would be very happy for a long time, and since all the money Alvin wanted was used to run the school, there was no problem.
Stark hurriedly stretched out a hand, shook Alvin firmly, and said, “Deal, man, this year is not long enough, next year you will see the most modern teaching building, appearing in your, um, our school!”
Alvin shook hands with Stark, and then said, “Dude, tell me, what the hell is going on with you this time? It was so bad, is the American military a waste?”
As soon as the topic started, Stark fell silent, thought for a long time, and did not say anything else, but stared at the fire in front of him.
“I decided to shut down Stark Group’s weapon design and manufacturing department!” Stark said deeply.
Dr. Yinsen, who was watching the excitement, saw Stark’s sudden decision, and said suspiciously: “Why? The weapons design and manufacturing department is the pillar of your Stark Group. If you make this decision, your board of directors will make a big fuss.”
Stark touched his head with his hands and said, “I always thought that the weapons I designed were being used by the American military to fight terrorists. But in actuality, terrorists are also using weapons manufactured by the Stark Group. Then when I design and produce those weapons, what am I doing? The bad guys are using my weapons to hurt others, do you know what I think? I sometimes feel like an executioner, and a lot of people die because of me.”
Alvin ignored Stark’s madness and did not comfort him. This was the process of his own psychological transformation, and Stark had never been a determined person.
Instead, he stimulated Stark and said, “You take yourself too seriously, man, you can’t attribute crimes to weapons. Without you, bad guys can still get weapons and do bad things.”
Speaking of which, Alvin sighed and said, “Actually, bad guys can always obtain weapons more easily than good guys. This is not something you can solve by shutting down a few Stark factories.”
Stark thought for a while and said, “Maybe you are right, but I have decided that I don’t care where the bad guys get weapons to do evil, at least not from my hands.”
Alvin looked at Stark and said seriously, “Have you decided?”
“It’s decided!” Stark said decisively.
Alvin nodded, took out his cell phone, and called Foggy Nelson:
“Foggy, man, it’s Alvin, do you want to make a fortune?”
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“Of course, it’s not illegal. The premise is that you have a familiar stock manager.”
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“Yes, I have absolutely reliable inside information.”