Chapter 237 The scales of fate are quietly tipping in a corner unnoticed by anyone.
Under the same night sky, across the ocean in Manhattan, New York, it was dusk, and nightlife was just beginning.
Lavoisier stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse apartment, which overlooked half of Manhattan, holding a glass of amber-colored aged whiskey, the ice cubes clinking gently in the glass.
Behind him, a small but lavish celebration was taking place in the huge living room.
The air was filled with the fragrance of fine clothes and the rustling of hair; wine cups clinked and toasts were exchanged.
Those invited included representatives of several key investors in the Angel Wings project, astute investment bank managers from Wall Street, well-known figures in the pharmaceutical industry, and several tabloid reporters:
They are responsible for spreading the news and celebrations of tonight in the most appropriate way.
The theme of the reception was to celebrate the exciting initial results achieved by the Angel Wings entry-level product, the Source of Vitality series, with its first limited number of customers.
Lavoisier's face beamed with a smile that was a mixture of self-satisfaction, ambition, and a deliberately crafted humility.
He moved among the guests, raising his glass in greeting and accepting compliments that were either sincere or polite.
"Mr. Lavoisier, congratulations! My uncle's years-long insomnia and lack of energy have greatly improved after taking 'Vitality Source,' and he raves about it!"
"A young, arrogant, and wealthy man in a custom-made suit spoke enthusiastically."
"The data are very positive, with stable increases in cell activity and minimal side effects. Lavoisier, your lab did a fantastic job this time!"
A shrewd investment bank manager wearing gold-rimmed glasses lowered his voice, his eyes gleaming with the prospect of huge returns.
"I heard that the second-generation product is already under development, and the effects will be even more significant?"
A balding pharmaceutical company executive asked tentatively.
Lavoisier gave a perfectly timed, mysterious, and confident smile:
"Yes, we are integrating some... groundbreaking new elements. Believe me, soon you will witness a real miracle."
The groundbreaking new element he was referring to was naturally the core gift that had been painstakingly obtained from the East.
The lab report shows that the initial fusion test results are impressive, and stability verification and process scale-up are being accelerated.
Everything was developing in the direction he most hoped for.
funds?
As the first success stories spread and more investors showed interest, funds are flowing back in, and the previous predicament seems like it never happened.
technology?
With his Eastern secret formula and the foundation of his own laboratory, he has already touched the edge of the throne of biotechnology.
prestige?
Tonight's cocktail party and tomorrow's news reports will propel him to new heights.
He walked to the window, looked down at the dazzling city night view below, which resembled a galaxy of stars and symbolized endless wealth and power, and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.
The icy liquid slid down his throat, but it ignited an even hotter flame in his chest.
It will be soon.
He could almost see that those top tycoon leaders who had once ignored him would have to lower themselves and come to him personally to beg for his favor.
Seeing his business empire continue to expand, reaching every corner of the world that yearns for immortality.
Seeing his name, Lavoisier, engraved in the hall of human life sciences, revered by thousands.
As for that Eastern country, and that Gu Baobao who repeatedly ruined his plans... once he has firmly established himself and mastered the ultimate technology, he will have plenty of ways to slowly settle things with her.
Now, let her and her backward country linger on for a little longer.
He turned around and re-entered the dazzling, noisy light and shadow, his smile growing even brighter and more triumphant.
Little did they know that in his heavily guarded core laboratory, a detailed report on the stability test of the new element fusion batch was quietly lying on the chief scientist's desk.
The first few pages of the report contain encouraging data: the activity of the fused sample was significantly improved, the purity met the standards, and the short-term toxicity test was passed.
However, in the footnotes on the last page of the report, there is a note printed in extremely small font that is almost ignored:
"Note: In the fourth round of accelerated aging and simulated metabolic cycle tests, approximately 4% of the samples showed signs of unexpected structural decay, generating an unknown byproduct, PX."
This phenomenon has not yet been observed in routine testing and requires further observation of its repeatability and potential impact. —J. Miller, Assistant Researcher
This inconspicuous note, along with the report selectively ignored by the scientists who were blinded by euphoria, will soon be locked in a filing cabinet, buried under more encouraging data and intensive production preparations.
That 4% anomaly, like a tiny poisonous seed buried deep within a magnificent cake, quietly awaits the right environment and opportunity to take root, sprout, and ultimately... bloom into a destructive flower of evil.
The Manhattan night sky is so brightly lit that it seems like it will never be dark.
In the courtyard houses by Houhai, people had already turned off their lights. In the silence of the snowy night, they waited for dawn, filled with deep anxiety about the future and a firm determination to protect what they had been waiting for.
One indulges in a life of decadent indulgence at the pinnacle of illusion, while the other lies awake and dormant at the low points of reality.
The scales of fate are tipping quietly in a corner that no one notices.
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