"Lord! Give them eternal rest,

And shine on them with eternal light.

The Lord, the people of Zion will praise you; they will make their vows to the Lord in Jerusalem.

Please listen to my prayers!

All living beings will come to the Lord.

Lord! Give them eternal rest,

And shine on them with eternal light.”

...

Mozart, "Requiem", the chorus of the mourners echoes through the sound and the loud cycle of singing in the empty and huge space, solemn, solemn, and ethereal and pure as a group of birds flying towards the blue sky.

St. Patrick's Cathedral.

A solemn and grand funeral came to an end, and the mourning people had left one by one, and the mass after the funeral and the communion meetings of family members had also ended. The tall and magnificent ancient Gothic church seemed even colder and empty for a moment.

"I thought Norman Os could come instinctively." Meng Ao finally looked up at the high church dome, turned around and walked towards the church door.

"He hasn't attended any public occasions for a long time." said the old housekeeper Al. "There is news that he is terminally ill."

Meng Ao was a little unquestioned about this.

Even though Meng Ao still has some memories related to the characters in this world, after several years of integration and understanding of this world, he has become a little confused about those memories that he once believed in.

The biggest difference between the past and the future is that the former is a foregone conclusion, while the latter is an unpredictable unknown.

Outside the church, a man in a suit stood with his legs apart and stood in front of a black extended sedan.

The old butler Al looked at William who opened the back seat door and waited for Meng Ao to pass by, reminding Meng Ao, "In the next period of time, whether you are willing or not, William will follow you when you go out."

"Is it necessary to do this?" Meng Ao felt that Al was making a big deal, but did not show resistance.

As I said, he is a person with insecure in his heart, so even if he is in a rebellious and flying age group, he does not like to be bound by the main theme, he will not refuse the kindness of the butler Al. He knows Al's nature and knows that Al will not do extra things.

"Master Meng'ao. When you decide to inherit Storm's business, you have already waved goodbye to your past life." The butler Al said seriously and seriously: "This world is not as simple and beautiful as people imagine, and it is orderly. It is dangerous, absurd, and swaying! It is like a time bomb that explodes in an unknown time."

Meng Ao bent his knees and sat in through the wide open back seat door, saying, "Will anyone die with me on the side of the road with a bomb?"

"Believe me, if someone feels it is necessary, you will face more than just a lonely bomb." Al sat down on Meng'ao's right side, reached out to pull up the door on the right, gestured to the driver to drive, and emphasized again: "This world is very dangerous!"

...

Meng Ao is not a person who can't listen to others, even if he is in a headache-inducing age group with strong self-awareness.

This world is very dangerous.

No matter how indifferent he is, being repeatedly emphasized and reminded by the steady butler Al in a short time is enough to make people alert.

But when Meng Ao wanted to in-depth inquiry on this topic, the butler Al suddenly became cautious again. After repeated questioning, Meng Ao only got the sentence "can't say it."

Can't say it.

Not that I don't want to say it.

Meng Ao can still distinguish this clearly.

Is this world dangerous?

Meng Ao, who traveled through time to gain a new life, believed it was dangerous.

All kinds of criminals with high IQ and behavior crazy.

Mutants who want to compete with humans for living space.

According to memory, there may be some alien races that are spying on.

If these threats really exist, humans can still ensure that even if they are in an open manner, it seems to be an incredible thing in Meng Ao!

...

Meng Ao always felt that his father in this world, Mendel Storm, was a childish and paranoid person in certain things. This can be seen from many aspects.

Just like now.

On his right is the Storm Enterprise founded by his father, and on the left is the famous Osborne Industry in the fields of medicine, biological genes and high technology.

Back then, Mendel Stom's prodigal son bought the land of the building where the current Stom's company was located at no cost, and knocked down and rebuilt the floor. He had been competing with Norman Osborn for decades in the same field. To this day, in some people's words, it is still an anecdote to talk about.

But for the people of the Storm family, this anecdote cannot be regarded as a glorious anecdote.

Entering the company, climbing the elevator, and pushing open the meeting hall of the board meeting. The first person who stood up was a gentle middle-aged man.

"Little Mendel, you don't need to take over the company in such a hurry. We manage the company well." The middle-aged man who stood up met Meng Ao with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry about Cook, I'm not here to steal the position under your butt this time." Meng Ao glanced at the middle-aged man who came up to him and wanted to shake hands with him. While speaking, he kept walking around him and walked to his own position and sat down: "I don't mean to take over the company's operation power."

Cook Bein, one of the representatives of Wall Street's people in Storm's business, is also the CEO of Storm's business. He seems gentle, but his reputation is as cunning as a fox.

"What is the purpose of the board of directors this time?" Cook Bein retracted his extended hand and returned to his position, just as the embarrassment that Meng Ao turned a blind eye to him just now did not exist, and he still smiled.

Decide on a new chairman?

When this sentence was about to blurt out, it was swallowed by Cook Beiyin. He has made a lot of preparations and won a lot of support over the years, but the words he said on this occasion are even greater than the possibility of self-inflicting humiliation compared to the successful seizure of power.

"I will take over the company's application science and technology department in some positions, and I will announce it." Meng Ao sat in the swivel chair, gently swirling his body left and right, and said slowly.

Ministry of Applied Science and Technology.

This department exists in many technology companies similar to Storm Enterprises. According to the company's attention, this department can be very small, and its scope of responsibilities and importance can also be very large. As for Storm Enterprises, the importance of this department to the company is unquestionable.

"We had an agreement with Mr. Storm at the beginning..."

"I know." Meng Ao interrupted Cook: "He is only responsible for the positions and product development of the Ministry of Technology, and the corresponding rights such as operation are in your hands when the company is booming."

"so……"

"So I think it's time to change this situation." Meng Ao interrupted Cook again, not looking at his ugly face. "My father and you have an agreement in the past. Now the person sitting here to take charge of this business is me! My name is Meng Ao Storm!"

"The company is operating well, we can't let you do whatever you want." Cook stood on the conference table with both hands, staring at Meng Ao with fierce eyes.

"We? Sorry." Meng Ao's tense face couldn't help but sneer, and looked around with a finger. "I don't think Mr. Cook, you can represent the majority of people here. Does anyone agree with my proposal? Raise your hand and let Mr. Cook and I see who is the majority of 'we'."

Scattered and scattered, the people present were hesitant, lowered their heads, or flashed their eyes, but the arms that were raised all the time made Cook-Beyn's face turn from ugly to ashen.

"You did a great job in this position, and you worked with my father very well," Meng'ao stood up and walked to Cook to tidy up his collar. "But you probably didn't realize that your collaborator has now changed to someone named Meng'ao Storm."

"He is very young, and young makes people feel a little worried about his ability."

"He still has a bit of uncomfortable control."

"By the way, the young man's anger and irritability are a bit..."

"What do you want to say?" Cook looked at Meng's face that made him hate, desperately resisting the anger he wanted to print his fist on it.

"I just want to tell you that the characters I play with you have changed. My father needs you and gives you the right because he wants to use the power of you and the people behind you to fight Norman Osborn in the market. I don't have this idea."

Meng Ao tidied up Cook's clothes and returned to his position: "Before the end of this meeting, I will introduce you to someone who will exercise my power on my behalf in the future." He patted his palms at the door of the conference room.

The closed conference room door was pushed open from outside, and two slender legs hidden under the black professional skirt stepped in with a pair of black high heels.

The woman with capable and short hair and graceful figure walked to Meng Ao with constant rhythm under the gaze of everyone and stood in front of him.

"Maybe some of you know this, one of my father's personal assistants during his lifetime. Of course, in order to avoid the fact that anyone present doesn't know her, please ask her to introduce her to you in person." Meng Ao stepped on the ground and moved his body and the swivel chair under him away.
Chapter completed!