My Superpower Is Money

After a massage from 2B and lunch, Li Wei felt refreshed.

"Red Queen," he called from his office.

"Master."

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

She used that appearance because it put people at ease. Humans instinctively saw a pretty little girl as harmless.

In reality, Red Queen could take any shape she pleased.

To her, every form was just a projection.

What mattered was the knowledge she possessed.

She roamed the internet, gathering knowledge and secrets.

"What do you know about Devil's Gang?" Li Wei asked.

"I know about them."

Red Queen answered instantly. She raised a hand, and a projected screen appeared before Li Wei.

He looked it over. It was full of intelligence on Devil's Gang.

Red Queen had put it together in less than a second.

So this was artificial intelligence?

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

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

Gang leader: Mr. Negative.

A photograph appeared before Li Wei. The man looked like an old black-and-white photo, composed entirely of black and white, except those colors seemed to glow.

Even in a photograph, he looked deeply unsettling.

That was the effect of his power: he emitted Negative Energy, which made him appear black and white.

Hence the name Mr. Negative.

Li Wei tapped the screen. Mr. Negative might have been mysterious to the outside world, but Red Queen had stripped him bare.

Mr. Negative's real name was Martin Li, an undocumented immigrant from China.

A few years earlier, the president of America had awarded him the Medal of Freedom.

He had founded 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 touching his lips.

He knew how to deal with capitalists.

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

"Approximately thirty-five million dollars."

Red Queen answered immediately.

"That much?" Li Wei asked.

"FEAST Homeless Shelter receives subsidies from the New York government totaling over ten million dollars a year."

Red Queen continued her analysis calmly. "On average, ten homeless people disappear from FEAST Homeless Shelter each month. The death toll is also in double digits. I suspect they're involved in organ harvesting."

"Organ harvesting" was the term for things like trafficking in human organs.

What was the most valuable thing a homeless person had?

Their body.

Martin Li secretly controlled one of New York's major gangs. Of course he was no good man.

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

In America, ordinary people were just walking blood bags.

He drained those blood bags while draining America dry, too!

Li Wei had to admit the man had talent.

Unfortunately for Martin Li, he could have kept quietly making money off America. Instead, he had crossed Li Wei.

"Sure enough, no matter how good your products are or how many you sell, nothing beats a government contract."

Li Wei let out a sigh.

America spent countless billions every year. Did anyone really think all that money went where it was supposed to?

It went straight into the pockets of parasites!

Someone was going to get a cut. Why not Li Wei?

Then Li Wei gave his order.

"Red Queen, buy that homeless shelter!"

The words left Li Wei feeling wonderful.

What's your superpower?

My superpower is money!

That afternoon, Gwen Stacy told Li Wei his visitors were on their way, then hurried off to school herself.

Luckily, Red Queen was there now. Li Wei would know when the guests arrived.

He found a moment to check his Reputation Points.

Reputation Points: 2,638,000!

"Well, well."

"No wonder it's Tony Stark. I'm past two million. Should I do a ten-pull?"

"No. Hold out. Ten million buys me a wife!"

Li Wei stared at his Reputation Points, torn.

A ten-pull cost one million, but the design plans for an android cost ten million.

Only he knew how much effort he had put into staying in the spotlight.

Now he suspected Tony Stark kept dating cover models to stay in the spotlight, too.

It certainly seemed effective: Tony had his fun and made the headlines.

Unfortunately, Tony had already established himself as a playboy. If Li Wei copied him now, it would look pathetic.

As he wrestled with the decision, Red Queen appeared.

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

Li Wei exhaled. "All right. I'll head down."

"Oh, any news on Tony Stark?"

He still needed to get more mileage out of Tony Stark.

"Tony Stark went to Los Angeles."

Red Queen answered at once.

Damn it!

I forgot that rich bastard has homes on both coasts!

As he spoke, Li Wei stepped into the elevator with 2B.

The elevator made no stops. Under Red Queen's control, it went straight to the ground-floor lobby.

Just then, a motorcade pulled up outside: black Mercedes vehicles surrounding a stretch Lincoln.

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

Only then did the rear door of the stretch Lincoln open. A middle-aged man in a suit and tie stepped out, his hair slicked into place.

He was somewhat lean but carried himself with authority, a successful man's smile on his face.

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

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

"Mr. Osborn!"

Li Wei greeted him with a smile.

Norman Osborn, chairman of Osborn Group!

Osborn Group might not rival Stark Industries, but it was still a giant compared with Future Technology Company.

It operated in pharmaceuticals, weapons, and other fields. Its military contracts alone made Li Wei envious.

Norman Osborn was also famous in his own right: a successful capitalist admired by many.

"Ren, you're even younger than I expected."

"I only hope to be as successful as you, Mr. Osborn."

Norman Osborn and Li Wei traded compliments.

Neither moved on. They simply shook hands and faced the cameras.

The reporters hammered their shutters, capturing the meeting of two industry titans.

Then they called out, "Mr. Osborn, what brings you to Future Technology Company?"

"To discuss a partnership, of course!"

Norman Osborn smiled.

Keeping his practiced smile in place, he gripped Li Wei's hand and began praising him. "Future Technology Company has plenty of cutting-edge technology, and Mr. Li Wei has a genius's ideas. He's one of New York's best-known scientists, every bit the equal of Tony Stark—"

Li Wei cut him off. "I'm more of a genius than Tony Stark."

"Hahaha!"

The reporters had their headline.

Genius scientist Li Wei: Tony Stark is no genius!