In a fast-food restaurant in New York.
Ivan was starting to regret his decision. He felt he had agreed to Yang Bo's terms far too hastily. With the forceful way Yang Bo had shown up and all his badass talk, Ivan had assumed he had a powerful organization behind him, at least on par with Stark Industries.
But after arriving in New York, he discovered that Yang Bo had jack shit. Even the plane that had brought them back was fucking borrowed...
Forget a professional laboratory-he didn't even have a suitable workshop!
Looking up at Yang Bo, who was checking out the long-legged beauties by the roadside, Ivan sighed deeply. He felt as though he had walked straight into a trap. If the gold Yang Bo had produced earlier hadn't been the real deal, he would have taken his father back to Siberia to grow potatoes.
"Boss, what do we do next?"
Ivan's voice interrupted Yang Bo's lewd daydreams. Wiping away the drool that had almost escaped the corner of his mouth, Yang Bo turned and said with a perfectly straight face, "Relax. I've already asked S.H.I.E.L.D. to help me buy a workshop in New York. The laboratory you want is being set up!"
"What you need to do now is work with your father to build a miniature reactor!"
As the saying went, money could make the devil turn a millstone. Yang Bo had tossed two gold ingots onto the Quinjet and asked Black Widow to help buy a suitable workshop and equipment in New York. If the money wasn't enough, she could call him.
Ivan nodded, accepting Yang Bo's approach. In the movie, Tony Stark had built a reactor in a cave with crude equipment. Ivan could do the same. That was precisely why Yang Bo had gone