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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0175_part_02
Chapter 327
chapter 0175 part 2
"Because he has money!" Tang Song watched as several Security Personnel in black suits bowed respectfully to the Middle-aged Man and his entourage, and then specifically dispatched someone to lead him into the Hotel.
"In the Federation, as long as you have money, you can achieve many wishes, including eternal youth!" Tang Song smiled and looked down at Rogue, explaining to her.
"After you have money, you'll find that there aren't many troubles that bother you. If there are, it's just that you don't have enough money!"
Rogue nodded, half-understanding, then asked with a mix of envy and suspicion, "Eternal youth? Can that be achieved with the current technological level?"
No girl didn't want to stay young forever, even if she was a high school girl.
"In the underground Black Market, a set of cosmetics made from vampire heart blood costs only two hundred thousand US dollars. Applying it once a day can guarantee your appearance won't change for three to five years!"
"Vampires? You're joking with me again. That's something from urban legend. How could it really exist!"
Rogue pouted in disappointment. Tang Song shook his head and smiled, not explaining further.
This cosmetic, named Blood Bloom, which contained vampire heart blood, was the latest product from Hive Laboratory.
As he said, a box of cosmetics selling for two hundred thousand US dollars could maintain a person's appearance for three to five years.
But one box of Blood Bloom could only last a month at most.
Two hundred thousand US dollars a month... for rich people, the maintenance cost they spent on their body each month was more than that amount.
Limited by raw materials, Hive Laboratory only released three hundred sets of Blood Bloom cosmetics into the Black Market each month.
Each time, within two minutes, all three hundred sets of Blood Bloom were snatched up.
If it weren't for the limitation of raw materials, the popularity of this cosmetic in the underground Black Market alone would be enough to make Hive Laboratory's research funding self-sufficient.
Rogue thought Tang Song was joking with her, but Hawkeye beside them looked at Tang Song thoughtfully.
He knew Tang Song's true identity. This kind of thing, Tang Song clearly wasn't joking about.
Cosmetics made from vampire heart blood, he silently made a note of it.
Hawkeye accompanied Tang Song and Rogue as they stepped through the Hotel's main gate and entered the Hall of Blair House.
Inside the Hotel, a group of elegantly dressed men and women gathered together, greeting each other with incredibly refined words and extremely hypocritical tones.
From a distance, Tang Song saw the Black Person fat Elder standing in the center of the Hall, surrounded by a dozen chubby old men, like stars surrounding the moon, desperately flattering him.
Clearly, he was the main figure of this cocktail party, T'Chaka, the King of Wakanda.
Surrounding him were the top consortium heads from the Federation's upper echelon. Among this group, Tang Song also saw Pepper Potts, who was squeezed into the outermost circle.
Clearly, to these true consortiums of the Federation, while Stark Industries was developing rapidly and worth taking seriously,
Compared to these old-established consortiums, Stark Industries still fell short of being true consortiums.
In the Federation, a true consortium, in addition to achieving a near-monopoly effect in a certain industry, must also be involved in other industry fields, weaving itself into a vast network covering the Federation. Most importantly, a consortium must have its own bank and insurance business, tying themselves to the Federation's economy and public welfare.
They were truly too big to fail in the Federation. If they collapsed, it would be almost equivalent to the entire Federation's economy and public welfare having problems.
In this regard, Stark Industries was still far behind. It was only recently that Stark Industries ventured into the energy industry that these arrogant consortiums started to take it more seriously.
As for Oscorp, Tang Song didn't see any acquaintances in the Cocktail Party Hall besides Pepper Potts.
Clearly, Norman Osborn hadn't received an Invitation.
On the other hand, Tang Song didn't think his net worth was qualified to receive this Invitation.
Looking at Hawkeye, who was following closely beside him, Tang Song gave him a subtle glance.
Tang Song had no interest in these cocktail party social events. He came this time purely to watch the show.
He was just about to take Rogue to the buffet area of the cocktail party to get something to eat when an Elder wearing a black clergy robe saw Tang Song, his eyes lit up, and he strode towards him.
"Hello, Tang, I heard West mention you. I didn't expect to see you here!"
The Elder warmly shook hands with Tang Song.
"Excuse me, you are?"
Tang Song looked at the enthusiastic Elder. From his attire, this person was clearly also from The Church, but he really didn't recognize him.
"This is Bishop Hyde, the Bishop of the Federation's Great Church!" Hawkeye introduced from the side.
"Hello, Bishop Hyde!" Tang Song subtly sized up the Elder before him, whose hair and beard were white, and who bore some resemblance to Santa Claus.
Bishop Hyde laughed heartily, "Just call me Hyde. West and Weyland have both mentioned you to me!"
"You are also..." Hearing the Elder mention Weyland's name, Tang Song's heart jolted. Was this still The Church? It was practically a branch of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood.
So, Hydra's practice of occupying the magpie's nest had a legacy.
"Our world should not end like this!" Bishop Hyde said the slogan/motto of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood to Tang Song in a deliberately mysterious manner.
At the same time, he glanced at Hawkeye, who was dressed as security, "There's nothing for you here. I'll accompany Tang!"
Hawkeye glanced at Tang Song and silently withdrew.
Bishop Hyde eagerly led Tang Song into the slightly ostentatious Hall. He smiled and introduced the identities of the elegantly dressed men and women to Tang Song and Rogue.
"Bishop Hyde, why are there so many of 'our people' within The Church?"
Rogue held a tray, picking up the free delicacies from the buffet area. Expensive foie gras and black caviar piled up on a large plate.
Tang Song held a champagne and stood in the Corner chatting with Bishop Hyde. Tang Song asked Bishop Hyde about his doubt.
Hyde smiled and asked in return, "Do you think God is an earthling or an alien?"
God is definitely an earthling...
Tang Song was about to blurt it out, but then he thought about it. Jesus was indeed an earthling, but God might not be.
Thinking about Odin and Asgard, it was possible that God was indeed an alien race.
"The purpose of our Sacred Shield Brotherhood is to prevent alien invasion. He is one of them. For us, a slumbering God who doesn't perform miracles is a good God!"
In the Corner of the cocktail party, a bishop wearing a clergy robe casually uttered the most blasphemous words.
If someone who believed in Catholicism heard this, it would be enough to shatter their faith.
"Render unto God the things that are God's, and unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's!" Tang Song understood. "Render unto God the things that are God's, and unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's. This sentence is very philosophical!" Hyde savored the words, nodded in agreement, and said:
"God should be enshrined high on the cross. He doesn't need to bother with worldly matters!"
(end of chapter)
"Because he has money!" Tang Song watched as several Security Personnel in black suits bowed respectfully to the Middle-aged Man and his entourage, and then specifically dispatched someone to lead him into the Hotel.
"In the Federation, as long as you have money, you can achieve many wishes, including eternal youth!" Tang Song smiled and looked down at Rogue, explaining to her.
"After you have money, you'll find that there aren't many troubles that bother you. If there are, it's just that you don't have enough money!"
Rogue nodded, half-understanding, then asked with a mix of envy and suspicion, "Eternal youth? Can that be achieved with the current technological level?"
No girl didn't want to stay young forever, even if she was a high school girl.
"In the underground Black Market, a set of cosmetics made from vampire heart blood costs only two hundred thousand US dollars. Applying it once a day can guarantee your appearance won't change for three to five years!"
"Vampires? You're joking with me again. That's something from urban legend. How could it really exist!"
Rogue pouted in disappointment. Tang Song shook his head and smiled, not explaining further.
This cosmetic, named Blood Bloom, which contained vampire heart blood, was the latest product from Hive Laboratory.
As he said, a box of cosmetics selling for two hundred thousand US dollars could maintain a person's appearance for three to five years.
But one box of Blood Bloom could only last a month at most.
Two hundred thousand US dollars a month... for rich people, the maintenance cost they spent on their body each month was more than that amount.
Limited by raw materials, Hive Laboratory only released three hundred sets of Blood Bloom cosmetics into the Black Market each month.
Each time, within two minutes, all three hundred sets of Blood Bloom were snatched up.
If it weren't for the limitation of raw materials, the popularity of this cosmetic in the underground Black Market alone would be enough to make Hive Laboratory's research funding self-sufficient.
Rogue thought Tang Song was joking with her, but Hawkeye beside them looked at Tang Song thoughtfully.
He knew Tang Song's true identity. This kind of thing, Tang Song clearly wasn't joking about.
Cosmetics made from vampire heart blood, he silently made a note of it.
Hawkeye accompanied Tang Song and Rogue as they stepped through the Hotel's main gate and entered the Hall of Blair House.
Inside the Hotel, a group of elegantly dressed men and women gathered together, greeting each other with incredibly refined words and extremely hypocritical tones.
From a distance, Tang Song saw the Black Person fat Elder standing in the center of the Hall, surrounded by a dozen chubby old men, like stars surrounding the moon, desperately flattering him.
Clearly, he was the main figure of this cocktail party, T'Chaka, the King of Wakanda.
Surrounding him were the top consortium heads from the Federation's upper echelon. Among this group, Tang Song also saw Pepper Potts, who was squeezed into the outermost circle.
Clearly, to these true consortiums of the Federation, while Stark Industries was developing rapidly and worth taking seriously,
Compared to these old-established consortiums, Stark Industries still fell short of being true consortiums.
In the Federation, a true consortium, in addition to achieving a near-monopoly effect in a certain industry, must also be involved in other industry fields, weaving itself into a vast network covering the Federation. Most importantly, a consortium must have its own bank and insurance business, tying themselves to the Federation's economy and public welfare.
They were truly too big to fail in the Federation. If they collapsed, it would be almost equivalent to the entire Federation's economy and public welfare having problems.
In this regard, Stark Industries was still far behind. It was only recently that Stark Industries ventured into the energy industry that these arrogant consortiums started to take it more seriously.
As for Oscorp, Tang Song didn't see any acquaintances in the Cocktail Party Hall besides Pepper Potts.
Clearly, Norman Osborn hadn't received an Invitation.
On the other hand, Tang Song didn't think his net worth was qualified to receive this Invitation.
Looking at Hawkeye, who was following closely beside him, Tang Song gave him a subtle glance.
Tang Song had no interest in these cocktail party social events. He came this time purely to watch the show.
He was just about to take Rogue to the buffet area of the cocktail party to get something to eat when an Elder wearing a black clergy robe saw Tang Song, his eyes lit up, and he strode towards him.
"Hello, Tang, I heard West mention you. I didn't expect to see you here!"
The Elder warmly shook hands with Tang Song.
"Excuse me, you are?"
Tang Song looked at the enthusiastic Elder. From his attire, this person was clearly also from The Church, but he really didn't recognize him.
"This is Bishop Hyde, the Bishop of the Federation's Great Church!" Hawkeye introduced from the side.
"Hello, Bishop Hyde!" Tang Song subtly sized up the Elder before him, whose hair and beard were white, and who bore some resemblance to Santa Claus.
Bishop Hyde laughed heartily, "Just call me Hyde. West and Weyland have both mentioned you to me!"
"You are also..." Hearing the Elder mention Weyland's name, Tang Song's heart jolted. Was this still The Church? It was practically a branch of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood.
So, Hydra's practice of occupying the magpie's nest had a legacy.
"Our world should not end like this!" Bishop Hyde said the slogan/motto of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood to Tang Song in a deliberately mysterious manner.
At the same time, he glanced at Hawkeye, who was dressed as security, "There's nothing for you here. I'll accompany Tang!"
Hawkeye glanced at Tang Song and silently withdrew.
Bishop Hyde eagerly led Tang Song into the slightly ostentatious Hall. He smiled and introduced the identities of the elegantly dressed men and women to Tang Song and Rogue.
"Bishop Hyde, why are there so many of 'our people' within The Church?"
Rogue held a tray, picking up the free delicacies from the buffet area. Expensive foie gras and black caviar piled up on a large plate.
Tang Song held a champagne and stood in the Corner chatting with Bishop Hyde. Tang Song asked Bishop Hyde about his doubt.
Hyde smiled and asked in return, "Do you think God is an earthling or an alien?"
God is definitely an earthling...
Tang Song was about to blurt it out, but then he thought about it. Jesus was indeed an earthling, but God might not be.
Thinking about Odin and Asgard, it was possible that God was indeed an alien race.
"The purpose of our Sacred Shield Brotherhood is to prevent alien invasion. He is one of them. For us, a slumbering God who doesn't perform miracles is a good God!"
In the Corner of the cocktail party, a bishop wearing a clergy robe casually uttered the most blasphemous words.
If someone who believed in Catholicism heard this, it would be enough to shatter their faith.
"Render unto God the things that are God's, and unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's!" Tang Song understood. "Render unto God the things that are God's, and unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's. This sentence is very philosophical!" Hyde savored the words, nodded in agreement, and said:
"God should be enshrined high on the cross. He doesn't need to bother with worldly matters!"
(end of chapter)
