Superpowers Mean Being Rich

After 2B's massage and lunch, Li Wei regained his spirits.

He called out in his office, "Red Queen."

"Master."

The Red Queen's phantom appeared at once, still in the form of a little girl.

She had taken that appearance mainly because it made people feel safe. When humans saw a pretty little girl, they instinctively assumed she was harmless.

In reality, the Red Queen already had the ability to change her form at will.

To her, any form was merely a projection.

What mattered was the knowledge she possessed.

She roamed freely through the internet, absorbing knowledge in secret.

Li Wei asked, "Do you know about the Devil's Gang?"

"I do."

The Red Queen answered instantly, then raised her hand. A projected screen appeared before Li Wei.

Li Wei immediately looked it over. It was filled with intelligence on the Devil's Gang.

The Red Queen had not even taken a second.

So this was artificial intelligence?

The Devil's Gang was currently one of New York's largest gangs.

It had operated around Manhattan and Brooklyn for years, with at least several hundred members.

Gang leader: Mr. Negative.

A photograph appeared before Li Wei. He looked like he had stepped out of an old black-and-white photo, possessing only two colors—black and white—and both even seemed to glow.

Even in a photograph, he looked incredibly bizarre.

That was his ability: releasing negative energy, which made him appear black and white.

That was why he was called Mr. Negative.

Li Wei tapped the screen. Mr. Negative was extremely mysterious to the outside world, but to the Red Queen, he ought to have been called Mr. Underwear.

Because she had already stripped him clean.

Mr. Negative, whose real name was Martin Li, was an illegal immigrant from China.

A few years ago, the President of America had awarded him the Medal of Freedom.

He had established the FEAST Homeless Shelter in New York and was known publicly as a philanthropist and entrepreneur.

"So he's a capitalist. That makes things easy."

Li Wei relaxed, a faint smile curling his lips.

He knew exactly how to deal with capitalists.

So he asked, "Red Queen, how much is this homeless shelter worth?"

"Approximately thirty-five million dollars."

The Red Queen answered immediately.

"That much?"

Li Wei asked doubtfully.

"The FEAST Homeless Shelter receives subsidies from the New York government amounting to over ten million dollars annually." The Red Queen analyzed calmly. "An average of ten homeless people disappear from the FEAST Homeless Shelter every month. With the death toll exceeding single digits, I suspect they are conducting cleanup operations."

Cleanup operations was a specialized term.

It referred to things like trafficking human organs.

What was the most valuable thing homeless people possessed?

Their bodies.

Martin Li secretly controlled one of New York's major gangs, so naturally he was no good person.

Anyone who still believed people in America did charity out of kindness was far too naive.

In America, ordinary people were nothing but "blood bags."

They sucked the blood from the blood bags while also sucking America dry!

Li Wei could only say that Martin Li was quite the talent.

Unfortunately, he could have quietly made money off America, but now he had provoked Li Wei.

"As expected, no matter how good your products are or how much you sell, it's not as profitable as getting orders from America."

Li Wei sighed.

America spent countless billions every year. Did anyone really think that money was being used to get things done?

It all went into the pockets of various parasites!

Someone had to get a share of the money, so why couldn't it be Li Wei?

Then Li Wei issued an order.

"Red Queen, buy that homeless shelter!"

The moment he said it, Li Wei felt wonderful all over.

What was his superpower?

His superpower was being rich!

That afternoon, Gwen Stacy told Li Wei that the people had arrived, then hurried off to school herself.

Fortunately, he had the Red Queen now. Li Wei would know whenever visitors arrived.

He took the time to check his reputation points.

[Reputation Points: 2,638,000!]

"Tsk, tsk."

"As expected of Tony Stark. Two million already. Should I do a ten-pull?"

"No, hold back. Save ten million to buy a wife!"

Li Wei stared at his reputation points, unable to make up his mind.

One million was enough for a ten-pull, but a blueprint for an artificial human cost only ten million.

Who knew how much effort he had put into keeping himself popular?

Now he suspected Tony Stark kept dating cover girls to maintain his popularity as well.

It seemed quite effective—he got to enjoy himself and make the headlines at the same time.

Unfortunately, Tony Stark had already established himself as a playboy. If Li Wei copied him now, it would only make him look like a cheap imitation.

Just as he was wavering, the Red Queen appeared.

"Master, people from the Osborn Group have arrived."

Li Wei let out a breath. "All right, I'll head down."

"Oh, right. Any news about Tony Stark?"

He still had to work on Tony Stark.

"Tony Stark has gone to Los Angeles."

The Red Queen answered immediately.

Damn it!

He had forgotten that this damned rich guy owned homes on both the East and West Coasts!

As he spoke, Li Wei and 2B entered the elevator together.

The elevator did not stop at all. Under the Red Queen's control, it went straight to the first-floor lobby.

At that moment, a motorcade arrived outside as well. Every vehicle was a black Mercedes, while the one in the middle was a stretched Lincoln.

The Mercedes doors opened first, and a squad of bodyguards stepped out.

Only then did the rear door of the stretched Lincoln open, and a middle-aged man in a suit and tie, his hair slicked back with pomade, stepped out.

He looked somewhat thin, but he carried himself with immense presence, wearing the smile of a successful man.

Reporters had already been lying in wait, and they rushed over at once.

Li Wei's eyes immediately lit up, and he hurried over.

"Mr. Osborn!"

Li Wei greeted him with a smile.

Norman Osborn, chairman of the Osborn Group!

Although the Osborn Group could not compare to Stark Industries, it was still a colossal entity to Future Technology Company.

The Osborn Group was involved in pharmaceuticals, weapons, and many other fields. It also had military contracts, which made Li Wei envious.

On top of that, Norman Osborn himself was immensely popular. He was a successful capitalist admired by countless people.

"Li, you're even younger than I imagined."

"I only hope to become as successful as Mr. Osborn."

Norman Osborn immediately began exchanging compliments with Li Wei.

Neither of them moved. They simply shook hands and faced the cameras.

The reporters frantically snapped photos, witnessing the meeting between two major figures.

Then the reporters immediately asked, "Mr. Osborn, may we ask why you have come to Future Technology Company?"

"Of course, for cooperation!"

Norman Osborn smiled.

With a professional smile on his face, he gripped Li Wei's hand tightly and began praising him. "Future Technology Company possesses many advanced technologies, and Mr. Li Wei has ideas worthy of a genius. He is one of New York's renowned scientists, no less than Tony Stark..."

Li Wei interrupted him directly. "I'm more of a genius than Tony Stark."

"Ha ha!"

The reporters immediately had their headline.

Genius Scientist Li Wei: Tony Stark Isn't a Genius!