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Or... does the Ryan family possess unimaginable technological investigative capabilities?
Fear instantly overwhelmed anger and humiliation.
“Mr. Ryan… I…” Killian’s voice was dry and hoarse, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor. His bargaining chips, which he was so proud of, seemed so ridiculous and fragile in the face of the other party’s absolute insight.
His carefully prepared "sincerity" instantly turned into a hot potato.
“No need to be nervous, Doctor.” Hawke suddenly leaned back in his chair, his face regaining that nonchalant smile, as if the soul-piercing question from before had never happened.
“I told you, I see your sincerity. But it’s still not enough. I want 40% of the shares, and the reconstruction of the Binzhou factory will cost three hundred million US dollars. You will pay for that.”
What a twist!
But the conditions are outrageous!
"40%?" Killian stood up in shock, his eyes wide open!
He only owns 60% of the shares; isn't this going to kill him?!
Having anticipated Killian's reaction, Hawke chuckled and said, "I'm not doing nothing. First, I'll resume supplying your lab with materials. Second, I'll continue to provide you with technical support. Third, and most importantly, I can help you pass the IRB's review so you can conduct legal human experiments!"
Killian's pupils constricted, and this last point was very tempting. If they were certified by the IRB, their human experiments would be considered legal, but experiments of this magnitude obviously could not be conducted openly.
Most importantly, it allows them to conduct human trials openly in regions that recognize IRB certification.
Hawke's seductive voice came again: "Dr. Killian, I glanced at your reports. You've established experimental bases in the Ganges and Africa, and even bought the equipment, just waiting to put them into use. But because you haven't passed IRB certification, you can't conduct human experiments."
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Killian nodded with difficulty.
He took a deep breath and admitted that he was tempted. The reason for his temptation was not that he could conduct his experiments without having to hide in the shadows, but that he could move his experimental results out of the United States.
What good will it do to be a major shareholder by then?
So what if you own 100% of the shares?
You'll regret going once you see a lab that's completely empty!
Of course, Killian couldn't show any of this; he swallowed hard, feigning difficulty.
I glanced at Maya and saw the complex emotions in her eyes—fear, helplessness, but also a hint of... relief after compromise?
Maya seemed to believe that, in the face of absolute control, cooperation was the only way to save the project and everyone's lives.
"Hmph, foolish woman." Killian chuckled inwardly, but he still had to keep up the act.
“…Agreed.” Killian’s voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, heavy with surrender. “Mr. Lane’s conditions…are reasonable.”
Hawke nodded in satisfaction, his smile becoming more genuine: "Very good. Emilia!"
Emilia, who had been waiting at the door, immediately pushed it open and entered with a professional smile on her face and two documents in her hand.
"Take Dr. Killian and his assistant to the legal department to sign the formal equity transfer and new cooperation agreement framework. Have them finalize the details with our general counsel," Hawke instructed.
He had naturally seen Killian's shifty eyes and understood what Killian was thinking.
He even hoped that Killian would go to a foreign laboratory to conduct human experiments!
Such experiments are too labor-intensive. Even if they are certified by the IRB to conduct human trials, these experiments are still voluntary!
Even with so many homeless people in New York, it can't withstand this kind of drain.
Not to mention that AIM within the United States has always been secretly conducting very small-scale illegal human experiments!
But the Ganges and Africa are different. Once certified, there are plenty of Ganges monkeys and African monkeys, which can greatly accelerate the process of developing a successful extremist virus!
This is Hawke's fundamental purpose!
As for whether Killian will run away?
Heh, if you dare to run, I'll pin you against the wall and kill you. The whole AIM is mine!
In the afternoon, Columbia University
The afternoon sun lazily spilled onto the paths of Columbia University's campus. Hawke Lane, with his signature charming smile, was like a walking hormone generator, attracting a constant stream of greetings from women wherever he went.
"Hi, Hawke~"
"Good afternoon, senior!"
"Yesterday's party was amazing! Hawke, it's a shame you couldn't come!"
Hawke responded with an impeccable smile, effortlessly greeting each face—whether innocent, fiery, or shy—as naturally as breathing.
But deep down, a subtle sense of boredom quietly began to grow.
"Tsk," he muttered, "It lacks Professor Emilia's mature charm and academic pressure; it just feels a bit off..."
These young and beautiful female college students are certainly wonderful, but even the most stunning ones seem to have become mass-produced copies, more like delicious but monotonous desserts, lacking challenge and a unique attraction that can truly stimulate his senses.
However, since Emilia became the CEO of Lane Capital, he has seen her less often, and sometimes he has even lost interest in her.
This made Hawke start to doubt himself!
Do I like Emilia, or do I like Emilia's identity as her teacher?
Just then, a face suddenly popped into my mind.
It wasn't any of the people around her, but those icy, lake-like grey-blue eyes, the mysterious figure shrouded in a sharply tailored trench coat, and that whispered, tobacco-scented voice: "Welcome to my class!"
Vivian? Or whatever she calls herself.
Actuarial science teacher?
"Teacher?" Hawke's lips curled into a playful smile.
This identity label itself carries a sense of taboo and the potential for a reversal of the desire for control, making it far more interesting than the innocent junior schoolmate.
What's more, that face is strikingly similar to Amber Heard's portrayal of Mera in her previous life...
He casually took out his phone and opened the course schedule.
At 2:30 PM, the actuarial science elective course will be taught by Vivian.
Location: Hamilton Building 305.
As for that required course? The professor's old face instantly blurred in Hawke's mind.
It's over!
reason?
How about donating another multi-functional classroom?
Hamilton Building 305.
When Hawke quietly pushed the door open, most of the students were already seated.
He deliberately chose a seat in the back row by the window, so that he could have a panoramic view of the whole scene while discreetly observing the scenery on the podium.
Vivian's trench coat hung to the side, revealing an ivory-white silk shirt underneath, paired with a dark gray pencil skirt. This outfit softened the mysterious and dangerous feel of the trench coat, adding a touch of intellectual elegance.
But his dark chestnut curls remained loosely draped over his shoulders, and when his gray-blue eyes scanned the classroom, his gaze lingered for a fraction of a second over Hawke's position before shifting away imperceptibly, as if he were just an ordinary student.
The class began.
Vivian's teaching style is just like her: calm, precise, and with a logical chain as tight as a Swiss watch.
She explained the complex actuarial model in a low voice, yet her voice carried clearly to every corner of the classroom, exuding an unquestionable sense of authority.
Hawke didn't pay much attention to the specific content; his gaze lingered on Vivian's fingers as she flipped through the lecture notes, on her gracefully shaped neck, and on the curve of her hips outlined by her skirt as she occasionally turned to write on the blackboard.
"Hiss—" Hawke touched his neck. "Am I becoming a little perverted?"
After thinking about it, I realized I should be a normal person!
This is the "Queen of the Sea"!
If someone stood right in front of you, wouldn't you be tempted?
Even if she poops in bed...
“This student,” Vivian suddenly called on, her gaze precisely fixed on Hawke, who seemed to be listening attentively but was actually daydreaming, “Could you briefly describe the main limitations of the pure premium pricing model when assessing the extreme tail risk of long-term life insurance products?”
The classroom fell silent instantly, and all eyes turned to Hawke. Only then did people realize that the "eye of the financial storm" on Wall Street was in the same class as them.
Vivian's question was quite technical, requiring an understanding of the underlying logic of the model.
Hawke stood up casually, showing no sign of panic from the surprise attack.
He glanced at Vivian's slightly raised eyebrows, his eyes seeming to say, "Stop pretending to be a good student. Let me see what you're really capable of."
“The main limitation,” Hawke began, speaking slowly and analytically, “lies in its failure to predict extremely low-probability events and its neglect of the nonlinear impact of systemic risk on key factors such as mortality rates and interest rates. Simply put, it assumes a world that is too ‘mild,’ while reality… often prefers to deliver a ‘BOOM.’”
He used a vivid onomatopoeia, which made several classmates who understood it chuckle.
A faint hint of appreciation flashed across Vivian's eyes.
This guy is pretty good at playing the "BOOM" game in the financial markets, and his professional knowledge far exceeds that of ordinary students.
“Good answer, Mr. 'BOOM'. Please have a seat.” She nodded, her tone calm, which was an acknowledgment.
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In the following class, Hawke didn't lose focus again, but he didn't listen attentively either.
The bell rang, and the students filed out.
Hawke slowly packed his things, his gaze fixed on Vivian, who was organizing her lesson plans on the podium.
"Teacher Vivian." He walked to the podium, his voice carrying just the right amount of politeness and a hint of intimacy.
Vivian looked up, her grey-blue eyes meeting his, her expression blank: "Hawk, is something the matter?"
"Regarding the question about tail risk assessment, I have some further thoughts that I'd like to discuss with you, Professor. Do you have time... for a cup of coffee?" Hawke smiled innocently, but his eyes were quite direct.
Vivi stared at him quietly for a few seconds, seemingly assessing his intentions.
A few seconds later, a very faint smile appeared on her lips, a smile that conveyed a sense of understanding and interest.
"Ten minutes later, at the 'Scholar's Corner' café downstairs."
Hawke whistled: "Yes, sir."