Mind Control

There was nothing to report overnight.

Yuri and the silly cat and bird fought until Ethan arrived at the shop to start his shift. After breakfast, he moved the two beds belonging to Kate and Vanax from the second floor to the third, finally resolving Vanax's deep resentment.

"Your task today is to understand and learn about various exploration tools that can be searched online. By the time I get back, I want to see five reasonable and feasible Arctic exploration plans."

After issuing the order, Yuri grabbed his car keys and left. He was going to Wall Street to invest and grow the $500 billion he borrowed from Tony. He had given his plan a very vivid code name: "Borrowing a Chicken to Lay an Egg."

That's right, he planned to use the entire $500 billion to purchase shares of Stark Industries. If he remembered correctly, the biggest stock price change this year would come from here: after Tony announced the closure of the weapons manufacturing department, Stark Industries' stock price plummeted. A weapons company that no longer produced weapons was nothing in the eyes of ordinary people. Fortunately, Obadiah managed to turn the tide, barely stabilizing the stock price through repeated press conferences. But as fate would have it, just as his plan was about to succeed, he was killed by his own nephew, Tony, on the company's rooftop as a criminal.

No one believed a playboy could save a collapsing tower, even if he was a notorious genius inventor.

Through Tony's intentional maneuvering, with the strong assistance of the artificial intelligence Jarvis, Stark Industries' stock price had already experienced more than a dozen limit downs without a single cent of increase. Under this trend, many media outlets had already published speculations that "Stark Industries is about to be delisted..."

Yuri, of course, knew Tony's purpose for doing this – to consolidate scattered shares and strengthen his control over the company's decision-making.

As everyone knows, Tony and Yuri are brothers who have shared life and death, a fact even evident when S.H.I.E.L.D. visited. Therefore, what belongs to Tony also belongs to Yuri. These $500 billion in stocks, which Tony was going to acquire, would be the same in Yuri's hands. In any case, when it came to company operations, he had always been a loyal supporter of the former.

Tony, you must be very pleased that I trust you so much...

"Good morning, sir, how may I help you?"

The receptionist greeted him with a sweet smile. She could tell at a glance that the young man looking around was not only handsome but also possessed considerable financial strength and a prominent family background. "Do you have an appointment?"

Yuri gave a noncommittal hum. In such a prime location on Wall Street, a financial company owning an entire building must have considerable business capabilities. His bright golden eyes turned slightly white, easily influencing this ordinary human. "Is the boss in? If so, tell me his location."

"The boss is in."

The receptionist, not sensing anything amiss, readily told Yuri everything he wanted to know. "The top floor is his office. You can take the private elevator to save time."

Then, she smiled and handed Yuri a gilded black card. "You need this to open it~"

Yuri smiled gently, took the card, and said, "Thank you, beautiful lady."

He then exchanged a glance with another receptionist who was about to stop them. The latter immediately lowered her hand that was reaching out, and the confusion on her face turned into a genuine, sweet smile. "It is our honor to serve you."

The private elevator was a must. The public elevator, just a stone's throw away, was crowded with company employees in suits and ties, but the elevator in front of them kept moving between a few floors, showing no intention of descending to the first floor. In the short time it took Yuri to walk from the reception desk to the elevator, he had already seen several white-collar workers forced to take the stairs due to their inability to wait for the elevator.

Amidst envious and jealous gazes, he easily swiped his black and gold elevator card to open the private elevator door, which had been waiting in the lobby. With his long legs, he unhurriedly stepped into the elevator car, and before leaving, he waved goodbye to the two blonde beauties at the reception who had been watching him.

"Ding dong!"

The elevator slowly stopped on the top floor, the 17th. The two perfectly fitted steel doors opened slowly, revealing a luxurious corridor and a line of burly bodyguards in black suits. One of them sized Yuri up and then blocked his path. "Sir, the company board meeting is in session. Please proceed to the waiting room."

Yuri glanced at the bulging waist of the bodyguard, not sensing the slightest threat. His eyes turned completely white, and his powerful psychic abilities instantly took control of everyone present. "Take me to where the directors are meeting."

The bodyguard immediately retracted his hand that was blocking Yuri and led the way to the end of the corridor, his tone full of obedience and respect. "This way, please."

Yuri leisurely followed him to a carved door and watched as the bodyguard placed his finger on a specific spot to unlock it.

"Click."

The heavy conference room door slowly opened, and the clamor of the board meeting seeped through the gap. Yuri strode into the conference room amidst a sea of surprised and uncertain gazes. Before the door could even close, he heard a fat, greasy middle-aged man sitting near the back ask, "Where did this guy come from? Did any of you invite him?"

"Click."

The door closed and locked again. Yuri surveyed the financial magnates sitting around the huge round table, each with a different expression. He got straight to the point. "Before this, I didn't know any of you. But from now on, you have been chosen to carry out a project for me."

"If you'll permit me to say, sir."

A man seated quite high up but still some distance from the chairman took a deep drag from the cigar at his fingertips. Under Yuri's gaze, he slowly exhaled a puff of light blue smoke, his expression arrogant and disdainful. "Although I don't know how you managed to get our bodyguard to open the door to the board meeting for you, why do you think everyone here will obediently follow your orders like those fools outside and help you complete your damn project?"

"With this."

Yuri pointed to his eyes, which had instantly turned white. He easily took possession of the souls and consciousness of the 26 shareholders present in the financial company. The white-haired old man sitting at the head of the table silently gave up his seat to Yuri, took out a new wine glass, and carefully poured him half a glass of crystal-clear wine.

Yuri snapped his fingers, his pure white eyes scanning all the shareholders again. "From now on, you will work with me to acquire Stark Industries' stock with all your might. Use all the public resources the company can mobilize and every method or trick you can think of to convert this $500 billion check I have into Stark Industries' stock in the shortest possible time."

"If you want to obtain the most shares, it will likely take some time, sir."

A man with glasses on his right operated his computer and then looked up. "A week. We'll need a week."

Yuri downed the wine in his glass. The glass body clinked against the solid wood table, producing a pleasant sound. He stood up and walked towards the conference room door. "A week is a completely acceptable timeframe. Also..."

He pointed to the two shareholders who had spoken earlier and smiled. "If there's a slight funding shortfall, have these two contribute generously. I believe they are very generous people, right?"