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"You want to become a Super Hero?"

Wang Bert’s words greatly surprised Psylocke. "BOSS, didn’t you say being a Super Hero was too exhausting and brought too much exposure?"

If Wang Bert had wanted to be a Super Hero, Psylocke would never have had the chance to become the first mutant celebrity.

"Right. I originally only wanted to be the boss of Super Heroes."

Wang Bert said, "The problem is, in the public’s eyes, I’m already a Super Hero. And those Black Qi monsters may start appearing frequently from now on. When that happens, I’ll definitely have to step in.

"Since that’s the case, I might as well become a Super Hero outright. On one hand, it’ll be legitimate. On the other, I can sell some merchandise to recoup my costs."

"That makes sense, but BOSS, being a Super Hero takes a lot of energy and time," Psylocke reminded him.

"I’ll only be a Super Hero, not a celebrity. I won’t shoot commercials or go on shows every day."

Wang Bert shook his head and said, "Besides, unless you can’t handle it, I won’t step in."

"A part-time Super Hero."

Psylocke understood. Smiling, she said, "The returns will be much lower this way, but it won’t take up too much energy or time. More importantly, you won’t have to keep wearing a mask to maintain your image."

"Exactly. My time is very valuable. Next, not only do I have to get the company listed, I also have to oversee those mutant prisoners."

Wang Bert said, "I have to say, Magneto’s demand is truly disgusting."

"BOSS, taking in mutant prisoners is a thankless task."

Psylocke reminded him, "First, the public will definitely have objections. A lot of people will take the opportunity to attack you and smear you. Second, if any prisoner escapes, you’ll receive a huge amount of criticism."

"I know, but no matter what, it’s better than releasing mutant prisoners back into society. Someone has to do this."

Wang Bert said, "Since I want to save mutants, I naturally have to take responsibility. There’s nothing more to say about that."

"BOSS, you don’t need to carry everything on your shoulders. That would be too exhausting. You’ve already done well enough."

Psylocke shook her head. "Besides, even if you do this, other mutants may not acknowledge you. For example, those prisoners will definitely hate you to the bone."

"All I ask is a clear conscience."

Wang Bert smiled. He had come to Mutant Planet to save mutants. He had to bear this responsibility.

"What a shame you’re my BOSS. Otherwise, I might really have pursued you."

Psylocke looked at Wang Bert with admiration. Her rule in life was never to have a special relationship with her boss, because that would be troublesome.

"Good thing you didn’t."

Wang Bert shook his head. If Psylocke had dared pursue him, this building might have collapsed on the spot.

Speaking of buildings, Wang Bert rubbed his chin. Should he buy an office tower? A mighty tycoon without even a single building was a little embarrassing.

"Now that my wings have grown, I can start making money without restraint. I won’t feel safe without a few tens of billions on hand."

As Wang Bert pondered, he said to Psylocke, "Psylocke, continue with your usual work. I’ll contact the Police Chief and arrange a Super Hero signing ceremony.

"Also, be careful. Magneto’s side may make a move against you. If necessary, I can send people to protect you."

"Don’t worry. I, Psylocke, didn’t start running with the streets yesterday. Unless Magneto acts personally, I’m not afraid of anyone."

Psylocke said proudly. In fact, even if Magneto acted personally, she might not lose. Magneto could not control her purple energy.

Psylocke then took her leave. Wang Bert picked up the phone and called the Police Chief to discuss becoming a Super Hero.

The Police Chief warmly welcomed the idea. "Mr. Wang, on behalf of New York, thank you."

"No need to be polite. I’m a New Yorker too."

Wang Bert smiled. The two then agreed to hold a press conference the next day.

After settling that matter, Wang Bert thought for a moment and contacted Kingpin. "I want all seven remaining potions recalled."

"All of them recalled?"

Kingpin froze. Of the Human Enhancement Potions Wang Bert had given him, he had sold one to Road Bully, injected one himself, and anonymously bought another, which he had placed in a bank vault for his son.

Kingpin asked, "Why? The price of the potions has been rising."

"Because they’re no longer needed."

Wang Bert snapped his fingers, and every potion returned to his desk. Then he said, "I’ve taken back the potions. Kingpin, we’ll work together again next time. Don’t worry, I’ll make up for your losses."

With that, Wang Bert hung up. Kingpin was merely a business partner. There was no need to explain too much.

"He already took them back?"

Kingpin was stunned. He hurriedly turned and walked to the vault, only to find that all the potions inside had vanished without a trace.

"Bert Wang’s methods are truly astonishing, but isn’t he giving me too little face?"

Kingpin was deeply shocked. "Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Let it go for now. We’ll talk about it later if anything comes up."

After dealing with that matter, Wang Bert had Yuriko call and arrange a meeting with the president. He had a major business deal to introduce.

"Bert, what was so important that you had to say it in person?"

At the Presidential Villa, the president asked in confusion, "Senator Cabo’s matter has only just ended. I’m extremely busy right now, especially with Congress constantly causing me trouble."

The change in how he addressed Wang Bert showed that their relationship had grown closer.

"This isn’t something suitable for discussing over the phone."

Wang Bert smiled and said, "Mr. President, do you remember the Money Power I mentioned before?"

The president asked, "The Money Power that uses banknotes to exchange for help from mysterious entities?"

"That’s right. As long as there’s money, this Money Power can do almost anything. For example, curing cancer, regenerating limbs, or letting someone live a few more years."

"Really?"

The president’s eyes lit up. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Can it get me reelected?"

Wang Bert smiled. "Ten billion dollars will do it."

"Forget it, then. If I had ten billion dollars, why would I be president?"

The president rolled his eyes. Everyone knew that the president of America was merely a puppet of capital. With ten billion dollars, wouldn’t it be better to become a capitalist directly? The president asked, "Bert, what are you getting at?"

"I want you to introduce business to me."

"Introduce business?"

The president was somewhat displeased. You want the dignified president to introduce business for you? I may be leaving office soon, but I’m not that cheap.

"That’s right. For example, if some tycoon is about to die from illness, send him to me. For five hundred million dollars, I’ll cure him."

"Five hundred million dollars?"

The president sucked in a breath. This business seemed workable.

Yuriko, who was pouring wine for Wang Bert, could not help glancing at him. BOSS had actually come up with such a way to make money?

This isn’t making money. It’s robbery. If this method really works, BOSS will become the richest man in the world in a very short time.

Yuriko was amazed. BOSS always surprised people. No wonder he had never cared much about money.

After thinking for a while, the president asked Wang Bert, "Would they be willing to pay?"

"Of course. If they don’t pay, they’ll die from their illness. This is an exclusive monopoly business. We hold the pricing power. Whatever price we name, they have to pay it."

Wang Bert said, "Of the five hundred million dollars, the mysterious entity takes three hundred million, you get twenty million, and after taxes, the rest is mine. It’s a win-win-win."

This was the method Wang Bert had devised to get rich. It was not only fast but completely legal. More importantly, it could win over part of humanity’s upper class.

Why did humanity’s upper class treat the Blood Clan well in the Marvel World? Because the Blood Clan could grant them immortality. Wang Bert could not do that, but he could let humanity’s upper class live to a ripe old age.

To resolve the conflict between humans and mutants, Wang Bert had to divide humanity’s upper class.

Moreover, he had not used this method before because his wings had not fully grown. Using it then might have brought unexpected trouble.

Humans were extremely greedy creatures.

"Twenty million for each introduction? At this rate, I’ll become a billionaire before long."

The president’s eyes practically glowed. Wang Bert raised his wineglass and smiled. "Your vision is too limited, Mr. president. As long as you cooperate with me properly, I guarantee that after you retire, your net worth will have at least ten digits."

"Bert, I’m regretting more and more that I didn’t accept your invitation back then."

The president sighed. That damned dinner had not only cost him the presidency, but also who knew how many billions.

"I regret it a little too. If I’d known the president had such a good personality, I definitely wouldn’t have gone so far."

Wang Bert said the same. Compared with Acton, this president, selfish to the extreme, was clearly more useful to him—as long as he gave the man enough benefits, he would kneel and become his dog.

In comparison, Acton clearly had greater ambitions.

"That’s fate."

The president recalled something and said, "Oh, right. I know a very wealthy man. His daughter was in a car accident, which led to amputation and paralysis. If you can restore her health, he’ll definitely be willing to pay five hundred million dollars."

"Then I’ll have to trouble you, Mr. President, to make the introduction. I happen to be short on money lately."

Wang Bert said, "Also, let’s carefully study how to avoid taxes. America’s taxes are no joke."

The president laughed. "What a delightful problem to have."

The two talked for quite some time before Wang Bert finally left. In the car, Yuriko said, "BOSS, this method is indeed fast for making money, but it will expose your Money Power."

"Money Power couldn’t be hidden from the beginning, and I never intended to hide it."

Wang Bert shook his head. "If I really wanted to conceal it, I could simply use Money Power after receiving payment and make everyone forget about it."

"You can even do that? BOSS, your Money Power is absurdly useful."

Yuriko sighed. "BOSS, aren’t you worried enemies might target you? For example, freezing your accounts?"

"The reason making money is a little difficult for me now is because I’m making legitimate money."

Wang Bert said, "If they use despicable means, then I have plenty of illegitimate ways to make money. For example, taking money from banks, or using an intelligent system to transfer funds."

In fact, the Adamantium Nanotech Armor already had an intelligent system, but Wang Bert had not upgraded it into something like Jarvis.

As he had said before, there was no rush. He would take it slowly.

"And you dare call that difficult?"

Yuriko wanted to complain. What was the difference between that and picking up money? She said, "In that case, there’s nothing to worry about."

"There was never anything to worry about."

Wang Bert smiled. "Yuriko, help me register Rebirth Group, then place Universe Recycling Company under Rebirth Group. Also, help me find a suitable office tower. I’m not used to renting offices."

"Alright. I’ll keep an eye out for anyone selling an office tower in Manhattan."

Yuriko asked, "By the way, BOSS, should we buy back some shares of the Recycling Company?"

"It doesn’t matter. The most important asset of Universe Recycling Company is me. Once it goes public, I’ll establish a voting rights system. By then, even without shares, I’ll be able to control the company."

Wang Bert shook his head. "Also, keep an eye on labor-intensive industries. I want to acquire a large number of companies to solve the employment problem for mutants."

Although Universe Recycling Company had quite a few positions, one company alone could not accommodate all mutants. Acquiring other businesses was imperative.

"Alright. I’ll watch for labor-intensive companies in America."

Yuriko nodded. "BOSS, can we have the president give us some preferential policies? That could save us a lot of money."

"I’ll discuss it with the president."

Wang Bert nodded. As long as mutants had jobs, they could gradually return to society. Work was very important.

The greatest difference between Wang Bert and Magneto or Professor X was that he had never intended to reach the heavens in a single step. He wanted to solve the mutants’ problems one step at a time.

Thinking of something, Wang Bert instructed Yuriko, "Help me spread a rumor online."

After hearing the content of the rumor, Yuriko was dumbfounded. BOSS, it would be such a waste of talent if you didn’t become a screenwriter.

The next day, Wang Bert signed an agreement with the New York Police Department and officially became a new Super Hero. The citizens were delighted. With Bert Wang around, New York would definitely become safer. After all, he was the strongest mutant, and he had saved the world.

Wang Bert had quite a few fans. It was foreseeable that once his merchandise—the Adamantium Nanotech Armor model—went on sale, it would quickly sell out.

"Once this batch sells out, I can make a new style and keep selling. Wait, could this be why Tony Stark made so many suits of armor?"

Wang Bert thought to himself. Although this money could not compare to the major business deal with the president, who would ever think they had too much money? The friend introduced by the president was indeed generous and loved his daughter deeply. Upon hearing that Wang Bert could restore his daughter’s health, he immediately agreed to the exorbitant price of five hundred million dollars.

Wang Bert did not waste words. He directly spent five million dollars to cure the daughter’s paralysis and regenerate her legs.

The tycoon wept with joy and repeatedly thanked Wang Bert, making Wang Bert feel a little embarrassed—the money he had gouged was simply too much.

With this income, Rebirth Group was successfully established. At the same time, the purchase of an office tower and acquisition of other businesses proceeded at full speed. Zuo Yi and Yuriko were run ragged, working overtime every day.

A massive business empire was rapidly taking shape. Wang Bert, this mighty tycoon, was gradually living up to the name—his account balance had already exceeded one billion dollars, and this was only the beginning.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a month passed. On this day, Wang Bert received Thing and Colossus in his office.

"After the two of you enter the Secret Service, do your best to protect the president. Also, if you receive unfair treatment, come find me anytime. I’ll stand up for you."

Wang Bert said. These two were the mutant presidential bodyguards he and Professor X had selected.