“After all, the condition for the Cheat to finish its cooldown and unlock has never been to build the physical object, but to fully understand the technology and perfect the theory.
I mustn’t forget that.”
The person he was currently communicating with was a renowned nuclear energy professor from MIT who commanded great prestige in the industry and held the authority to apply for use of the university’s nuclear reactor laboratory.
Shane’s plan was simple and feasible.
He would donate a generous sponsorship fee to MIT to support the university’s scientific research development.
Then, this professor would step in to communicate and negotiate with the dean of the college, explaining Shane’s research needs.
In this way, under the professor’s leadership and supervision, he could legally enter the MIT laboratory to personally conduct his nuclear battery research using their advanced equipment.
This sponsorship fee was not much of a hurdle for the current Shane, who held a company with a high valuation; it could even be described as a trivial matter.
In fact, after some communication and negotiation, he had already successfully obtained the qualification to enter the laboratory.
The specific date was set for this weekend, and everything was proceeding very smoothly.
Once he finished communicating with the professor and finalized the details for the weekend, Shane closed the chat box and let out a long sigh of relief.
He then stood up and systematically shut down all the computers in the lab.
After checking everything carefully, he pulled the main power plug to ensure there were no safety hazards.
He didn’t plan on continuing his research tonight; it was time to give himself a short break.
Tomorrow’s annual shareholder meeting was vital.
it concerned the future development of the company and the confidence of the investors.
He had to attend in his best state of mind, without making any mistakes.
The night passed without incident.
The darkness outside the window gradually faded, and the horizon began to turn gray; in a flash, it was the next morning.
Shane had rested well.
He woke up feeling refreshed and, after washing up, put on his neatly ironed black suit.
Once he finished dressing, he stepped through the doors of Skylark.
People were coming and going in the company lobby, and employees were busy in an orderly fashion, creating a tense yet organized atmosphere.
“Boss!”
As soon as he entered, a familiar voice called out with a hint of respect.
Shane looked over and saw Bernie standing in the center of the lobby, dressed in a sharp business suit with a professional smile, greeting him.
This confused him slightly—he hadn’t told Bernie his arrival time today.
Why did she seem to be waiting here specifically for him, without leaving?
He slowed his pace and stopped, asking, “Are you waiting for me?”
Hearing his question, Bernie smiled and shook her head, explaining patiently, “Not exactly, Boss.
Important guests from State Street Global Advisors are coming to attend the shareholder meeting, and I am here specifically to welcome them.”
Shane’s brow furrowed slightly, his confusion deepening.
“Why didn’t I receive any news about this?”
In his view, while State Street was one of the company’s investors, Skylark was just one of many investment projects they held, and not necessarily the most prominent one.
For just an annual shareholder meeting, there was no need for their important guests to visit in person; it seemed like too much of a fuss.
A look of apology appeared on Bernie’s face as she quickly explained, “I’m very sorry, Boss.
I just received temporary notice from them as well and didn’t have time to inform you immediately.
My apologies.”
“It’s fine.
It’s no trouble, don’t worry about it,” Shane said with a wave of his hand.
“I’ll stay here and welcome them with you then.
About what time will they arrive?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Bernie’s gaze instinctively turned toward the company entrance.
Her eyes lit up as she motioned to Shane.
“Look, Boss, that should be them.”
Shane looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a group of people dressed very decently with sharp temperaments walking slowly toward the company entrance.
Their steps were steady and their expressions serious.
One could tell at a glance that they were not ordinary people; they carried an inherent aura of those in high positions.
Leading them was a woman in a black suit.
She had an upright posture, exquisite makeup, and a powerful presence.
Every movement she made oozed professionalism and rigor, clearly marking her as someone in a high-ranking position.
Bernie quickly took a few steps forward and took the initiative to reach out, a warm smile on her face as she politely introduced herself: “Hello!
Welcome!
I am the COO of Skylark Unmanned Equipment.
You can call me Bernie.”
After speaking, she stepped aside skillfully to reveal Shane behind her, introducing both sides in advance with a respectful tone.
“This is our CEO, Mr.
Shane Grintel, who is also the founder of the company.”
Shane quickly extended his hand, a proper and gentle smile on his face.
His tone was warm yet measured.
“You can call me Shane.
Thank you very much, to you and your team, for taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend our company’s annual shareholder meeting.”
Facing Shane’s warmth, the lady in black also slowly reached out, her fingertips briefly brushing his in a handshake before she quickly withdrew, not lingering at all.
“Alexandra.”
Her voice was cold and her tone flat, revealing little emotion. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
“I hope our arrival does not disrupt your work or the progress of the shareholder meeting.”
The two sides exchanged a few more pleasantries in very polite tones before naturally walking toward the company’s internal conference room.
However, upon hearing the name “Alexandra,” Shane’s brow furrowed slightly, and a strange feeling rose in his heart.
He felt as if the name was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
There was a faint impression, yet it remained very blurred.
He quickly searched his memory, recalling all the names he had heard.
But no matter how hard he tried to remember, there was no clear, related impression in his mind—only a fog.
However, he soon shook his head and let out a soft sigh, tossing this minor doubt to the back of his mind.
He reminded himself that this was the Marvel world.
Heroes, villains, and elites from all walks of life were countless, and the names he had heard were as numerous as the hairs on an ox.
It was normal to find a few names familiar without being able to place them; there was no need to make a fuss and add to his own troubles.
As long as the other party wasn’t some pivotal key figure, and as long as he hadn’t actively provoked them or formed a grudge, there shouldn’t be any trouble.
After entering the company, Bernie took charge of the reception work, organizing the itinerary for Alexandra and her party in an orderly, warm, and thoughtful manner.
Shane didn’t interfere much with the reception.
After all, Bernie was more professional than him in this regard.
He turned and went straight back to his office.
The office was clean and tidy, with various documents neatly arranged on the desk—all materials needed for the shareholder meeting.
He sat down at the desk, took out the prepared documents, and read through them word by word.
After confirming there were no issues, he signed several urgent company files.
Once that was done, he leaned back in his office chair and waited quietly for the official start of the shareholder meeting, his expression calm.
After all, while this was the company’s annual shareholder meeting and very important, the person responsible for reporting the work was never him, the CEO.
His task was simple and easy: attend the meeting on time, quietly listen to the entire reporting process, and speak when necessary.
As for the tedious data presentations, detailed performance analyses, and future development plans, the company’s professional managers would naturally take care of those; he didn’t need to worry.
Shane didn’t have to wait long.
Before long, there was a soft but clear knock on the office door.
“Come in.”
He spoke flatly, his tone calm.
The assistant pushed the door open and stood upright at the entrance, a respectful expression on their face as they said softly, “Boss, the annual shareholder meeting is fully prepared.
All the investors and guests have arrived.
We can start at any time.”