Internal Strife and External Enemies

"Thank you for your concern. I'm very grateful for everything you contributed to the company's development while I was ill. I won't forget your achievements." Thanks to Esme's interruption, Old Pym suppressed the urge to punch the bald man in the face. Every word implied that he was the master here and the other man could get lost.

Old Pym quickly released the bald man's hand and walked past him as though he were nothing but air.

Unlike the original timeline, where he had been looked down on by security guards and mocked by management, Old Pym now carried the halo of a savior and stood at the center of media attention. Every move he made would be interpreted with countless implications, and that was far too important for a corporation.

Whoever could bring everyone profit would receive their support. That was how the game worked. The bald man had actually already lost the moment Old Pym appeared before the media.

"Hope, my daughter, show me around." Old Pym and his daughter truly had not gotten along, but that had been a family conflict. As time passed, the two had mended the rift between them.

As the group's vice president, Hope van Dyne took her mother Janet van Dyne's surname. Everyone knew about her relationship with Old Pym. Seeing father and daughter reconcile, the crowd became even more convinced they had backed the right horse. A harmonious father-daughter relationship could be hyped up in the media for another couple of days, and the resulting publicity would benefit everyone. They had no reason to refuse.

Americans thought far too highly of themselves, and far too little of others.

That statement applied at the national level. They believed every country outside the United States was trash. If a plane crashed, the American