"You're right."
Tony sat down beside Harry, looking dejected, while Pepper, feeling somewhat at a loss, could only stand by his side.
"What did I tell you? Although we are all in the same industry, he is undoubtedly much darker. People like him lack the ability to create and develop, so they tend to use the most primitive methods—plundering and stealing existing achievements."
"And we all know that this is a dead end."
Harry had always looked down on such people, and naturally, he would lash out given the opportunity.
"What about you? Why did you help me? You want this, right?" Tony looked truly shaken, and on the spot, he showed Harry the arc reactor in his chest.
In response, Harry smiled and pulled something out of his bag that Tony couldn't believe:
An almost identical arc reactor—or what Tony called an arc reactor.
"This is impossible!" Tony was shocked beyond measure and nearly jumped up. "How did you get this!"
"You say that as if I stole it from you. You can take it back and examine it; I made this thing before you returned to the country," Harry said, pushing the arc reactor to Tony without a care. "This is the third round you've lost, Mr. Iron Man."
"What? You Jarvis, compare the voiceprints."
"Sir, the voiceprint match is 8%. They are the same person."
The intense shock left Tony breathless, and he paced back and forth, lost in thought.
"You see, if I were the same kind of person as that bald guy, I would have sold this thing long ago. If this were used to replace the energy supply in the power armor, the Military would surely be overjoyed."
"No! You can't do that."
Tony was very emotional.
It seems the public's speculations about Tony were correct; he was indeed suffering from mild post-traumatic stress disorder.
He had transformed from a carefree playboy and arms dealer into a humanitarian who shouldered all the responsibility himself.
However, this was also related to his own character—he was Howard's adopted son. People like him, once sheltered by someone else's umbrella, would hope to become that kind of person themselves.
Simply put, he was not a bad person.
"I indeed didn't do that, but I have my own considerations. I just want to say that I am not the kind of guy who only cares about money like Obadiah."
After a brief silence, Tony spoke first:
"Then what is your goal?"
Thinking calmly, Tony believed that what Harry said was true; compared to Obadiah, they were more similar to each other.
But he didn't think Harry had developed a strong anti-war sentiment like him, so what was he doing this for?
Tony felt a bit uncomfortable—he couldn't see through this 18-year-old brat.
"Have you ever squeezed onto a bus?"
Of course not; this question was simply idiotic. Tony thought to himself that any single car in his garage was worth more than a dozen buses, not to mention his private yacht and plane.
"Seats on a bus are limited, so people usually advocate giving up seats to vulnerable groups; this is considered a virtue—or social responsibility."
"Now, you, Tony Stark, are an enthusiastic young man. Every time you take a bus, you give up your seat to those vulnerable groups."
"But one day, you didn't get a seat, and a wobbly old man got on the bus, but no one gave him a seat."
Harry shrugged.
"I also don't have a seat to give up, so I can only watch it happen." Tony somewhat understood what Harry meant. "So, you want to be the person who always has a seat?"
"I want to be the driver," Harry smiled, or rather, the owner of the car.
"I didn't expect you to be a philosopher," Tony said thoughtfully. "Then where will you drive the car?"
"To the docks to get some chips."
"Huh?"
Harry's nonsensical words interrupted Tony's train of thought.
He wasn't lying; these words were his true feelings, but he didn't think Tony could understand his thoughts at this moment.
A person's experiences shape their character. Harry, who had the past life of an ordinary person, still truly longed to live a relaxed and comfortable life.
Of course, to achieve this goal, he might act a bit radically.
"In any case, I am not your enemy. On the contrary, you now understand who the guy you really need to watch out for is. If you need help, call me, although I will also need your help."
Stark could help Harry in many ways.
Not to mention his brain and his amazing inventions—like Jarvis, whom Harry had coveted for a long time.
Stark Industries itself also had a powerful network in politics, especially in the Military.
Harry didn't say anything else and turned to leave.
The words had been said; Tony would figure it out himself, and Harry had to continue dealing with his own affairs.
As for helping him deal with Obadiah in advance, forget it; providing help in times of need is more meaningful than adding flowers to a brocade.
There were still three weeks until the general election, and he couldn't relax now.
"Father, how is the air in Washington?" Harry turned on the video call.
"Not bad. The power grid project is progressing very smoothly. It's a hot project now, and many big figures hope to use this to extend their terms."
The situation was about what Harry had imagined.
After Osborn Corp mastered nuclear fusion, most old-fashioned power companies had to be crushed into the ground.
"There is one more thing; the Department of Energy seems to have an intention to purchase this technology."
This was a matter of course.
Allowing a company to control the nation's energy lifeline—no politician, no matter how stupid, could just stand by and watch.
Need to ask for more money.
"Regarding this, Father, we can share the benefits with a few large energy companies, but the actual control of the power grid must remain in our hands."
"That was my thought too. The details have already been sent over there, and they should contact you with terms very soon."
The father and son smiled at each other; it seemed Norman had already arranged everything.
"By the way, Father, is General Ross in Washington? I haven't heard from him in a long time."
"No, I heard he's commanding a secret mission and is often hard to find. Do you have something to discuss with him?"
The secret mission seemed to be hunting the Hulk.
Harry fiddled with the USB drive in his hand.
This was the neural implant that General Ross had entrusted him to manufacture.
Previously, when talking about the Military prosthetic project with General Ross, he had provided Harry with some data—Hulk's data.
He hoped Harry could create a neural implant capable of suppressing the Hulk's actions.
However, Harry's opinion was—this was almost impossible.
The data provided by General Ross looked intimidating, but when combined, it was still just a carbon-based organism.
But the Hulk's actual performance far exceeded that of a carbon-based organism. To control the Hulk, his data was not enough, and Harry's technology still needed innovation.
However, he did have a neural implant that could help Banner control his emotions.
"Just a previous project has reached a conclusion. If you can contact him, have him contact me."