"As for shutting down the weapons division—yes, I've made up my mind. Obadiah, do you know? Our technology can be applied to far broader fields, such as the new energy market. We can't keep indulging in the creation of tools for killing. It's time for Stark Industries to transform and move toward a brighter future."
Upon hearing this, Obadiah curled his lips into a cold smile, one laced with disappointment and mockery.
"Shut down the weapons division? Tony, do you know what that decision means? That's the backbone of our company, the foundation Stark Industries has relied on for years! Your recklessness will cause the company enormous losses and may even push it into bankruptcy!"
His voice rose higher and higher.
Tony did not back down. His gaze only grew more resolute.
"I know this decision will bring short-term pain, but in the long run, this is a necessary change. We can't keep relying on weapons manufacturing to keep the company alive. That will only trap us in an endless cycle and turn us into accomplices to war. New energy—that is the direction of the future, the field where we can truly contribute to humanity."
As he spoke, Tony walked to the window and looked out at the bustling yet complicated city nightscape, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
"Obadiah, we both once dreamed of changing the world with technology, but our methods differ. What I want is to make this world more peaceful and beautiful through our efforts—not to let more people bleed and die because of our weapons."
Obadiah fell silent. As he watched Tony's back, his heart was equally conflicted.
"Tony, give me a little more time to think."
Obadiah finally spoke, his voice carrying a trace of weariness and concession. "I'll work with you and do