Obadiah Stane didn't cry or stand up to jerk off. Once he learned that Luo Xia had registered a company whose main business was nuclear waste recycling and environmental pollution control, he knew he'd been played.
There was no way Obadiah Stane would believe Luo Xia genuinely wanted to work in environmental protection. A perfectly good weapons designer with exclusive, cutting-edge technology was turning down the most profitable business there was to pursue a charitable cause? You'd have to be out of your mind.
Those so-called charitable foundations were just tools that unscrupulous businessmen and Hollywood celebrities used to dodge taxes and put on a show. He'd never seen anyone make one their life's work.
What's more, Luo Xia wanted to recycle and process nuclear waste, a business widely known to be a huge headache. There was basically only one way to handle nuclear waste: seal it in special materials and bury it, or dump it in the ocean.
There was no technical difficulty involved in this business, so the costs were completely transparent. That was why the government had always had to subsidize it. Nobody wanted to get into a business that didn't make much money.
Though he couldn't figure out what sort of trick Luo Xia was trying to pull. Was he willing to throw away his own money just to screw him over, taking a loss to drag them both down?!
That made no damn sense!
But it didn't matter that he couldn't figure it out. Obadiah Stane had been careless and practically given Luo Xia the factory's land for free. Though he still controlled personnel appointments and the company's finances, he no longer had the energy to think about how to squeeze every last cent of profit out of it.
As far as Obadiah Stane was