Aaron pressed his hands down lightly, and the applause instantly ceased.
"Regarding cooperation, those interested can negotiate with Mr. Norman after the meeting. Currently, quantities are limited. First come, first served."
Hearing this, everyone present stared intently at Norman.
Their minds were filled with Aaron's phrase: Quantities are limited. First come, first served.
Norman felt his scalp tingle under so many sharp gazes. He felt he had stumbled into a huge problem and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
These people were all figures he couldn't afford to offend. However, his boss was even less affordable to offend.
Fortunately, it was currently a seller's market.
No one dared to step forward at this moment.
Especially after experiencing the battle with Ego, even fewer people dared to look down on Aaron.
"Now, we will welcome the highlight of the day." Aaron continued speaking, capturing everyone's attention.
Everyone's breathing grew more rapid.
Everyone here had come for this so-called highlight because it represented true rebirth.
No one even noticed Sultan, who was still inside the medical pod.
Curt took a golden yellow reagent from a suitcase. It looked incredibly extraordinary.
Like the blood of a god, its golden color made it mysterious and noble.
Just looking at it gave a sense of refreshment and relaxation.
Many people clenched their fists. The last shred of rationality in their brains barely allowed them to control their bodies.
They were going crazy!
The media clearly captured this scene and uploaded it to all networks in real-time.
Everyone was surprised by the reaction of these powerful figures.
Although they didn't know what this golden yellow reagent was, it definitely surpassed the previous three reagents and contained a power that drove people mad.
"I believe many people here have already guessed its name. That's right, it is the anti-aging potion, the elixir of immortality that allows people to live to at least one hundred and twenty years old, keeping them youthful for a century."
"I imagine Mr. Ronald and Mr. Stark are not unfamiliar with its effects, are they?"
As soon as Aaron said this, all eyes and cameras shifted to the two men.
Especially Ronald.
General Ronald, who was already over sixty years old this year, had appeared approximately ten years younger when he was last seen in public some time ago.
Although Tony had only just begun taking it, the effects were already apparent.
Tony, born in 1970, had just celebrated his 40th birthday on May 29th with a multi-person party while wearing his Iron Man Suit alongside female models.
His somewhat faded appearance now looked noticeably younger than before. He looked about five or six years younger.
And this was merely the result of injecting a single dose.
"The Newborn No. 1 series anti-aging potion, one dose per month, allows people to regain youth and prevents aging for decades."
"As long as one maintains proper care, living to one hundred and twenty years old is not a problem, and the maximum can reach two hundred years."
"I can responsibly tell everyone that from now on, you can buy time and longevity with money."
"Of course, I think the God of Death must really dislike me."
Aaron's final sentence elicited knowing smiles from the crowd.
If the God of Death truly existed on Earth, his business would definitely see a sharp decline. He would probably seek out Aaron, the culprit, for a serious talk that very night.
But what did that have to do with them?
Their longevity, their time, was in Aaron's hands, contained within that small test tube.
The golden yellow reagent was more expensive than an equal volume of gold. And it drove people even crazier.
After Aaron briefly introduced these items, he handed all subsequent arrangements over to Curt and Norman. They would provide further explanations to everyone in the venue.
For instance, the potion had zero side effects.
And for example, the civilian version, Newborn No. 2.
Anti-Cancer No. 2, Anti-aging No. 2, Super Healing No. 2, Limb Regeneration No. 2...
Although these were diluted, their effects were still quite terrifying.
The difference wouldn't be too great, and the price was quite favorable.
Of course, No. 1 certainly generated more profit. However, for Aaron, the amount of money was not the issue.
Just as Aaron stepped out the door, a crowd of people surrounded him outside the Exposition.
Just as they were about to speak, time seemed to hit the pause button, and everyone remained motionless in their original postures.
An elderly bald man sat in a chair, accompanied by a woman with long, cascading red hair and wearing a red dress, who walked through a path spontaneously cleared by the onlookers.
Behind them were a man wearing glasses and trying to look cool, and a woman with snow-white hair.
Seeing this familiar lineup, Aaron raised an eyebrow.
Wasn't this Professor Charles?
Originally, he had planned to visit the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. The Mutant genes there could greatly enhance his abilities.
"Hello, Mr. Aaron. I apologize for having to use this method to meet you, but the threshold here... is simply too high." Charles said with a wry smile.
Coming from a wealthy family, he possessed assets worth at least one billion dollars. In the US, he was definitely a famous wealthy man. But this Osborn Expo was different.
Whether it was wealth or status, he didn't even qualify to enter the Osborn Exhibition Hall.
Without a net worth of hundreds of billions of dollars, or being a high-ranking official from a major country, don't even think about getting an invitation to the Exhibition Hall. At most, he could only move around in other peripheral exhibition halls of the Exposition.
Even so, in this periphery, Charles's meager wealth was insignificant.
Left with no choice, he could only have his people wait outside.
Aaron scanned his surroundings.
Felicia was unaffected, while everyone else remained motionless.
It seemed like time had stopped, but it was actually an illusion caused by a disruption in thought.
"You are Professor Charles of the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters?"
Aaron glanced at the four of them, his gaze finally resting on Jean.
Scott Summers's expression darkened at this. He was currently pursuing Jean Grey, and Aaron's demeanor gave him a strong sense of crisis.
Just as he was about to make a move, Aaron suddenly spoke, "She should be Jean Grey. I can sense a powerful force within you. She is very dangerous."
Jean was a little confused, and Charles's expression subtly changed.
"You know her situation?"
"If you know about me, then you should know that no one can hide anything from these eyes of mine."
Aaron's eyes burst with golden light, attempting to see through Jean's body.
However, because of the Phoenix, he could only clearly see most areas.
In Jean's mind, there was a barrier, and within it, a blurred Phoenix vaguely flew past.
Suddenly, two pairs of eyes met.
Jean vaguely felt that there was something wrong with her body, as if something was growing in her brain.
Soon, this feeling disappeared as Aaron shifted his gaze.
"Very good."
Aaron was very satisfied, speaking with a double meaning.
Jean's face was slightly red. In that instant, she had felt as if she had been seen through.
"Hey, what did you just do?"
Scott felt something was off. He felt that something beyond his understanding was happening.
"I'm giving her a check-up. Do you have any objections?" Aaron glanced at Scott.
Brother, I saved your life. This woman is too fierce, you can't handle her. Let this humble monk do it.
Scott's face changed, and he looked at Jean's slightly flushed cheeks, feeling even more uneasy. But he couldn't articulate it, so he could only retreat, feeling wronged.
Charles's tone carried a hint of inquiry. "Mr. Aaron, how is Jean's condition now?"
"She is very dangerous. Although that mental barrier is very good, it cannot solve the problem. Instead, it will make her even more insane."
"If this continues, it will only be playing with fire and lead to self-destruction."