Dr. Pym had always been very strict about how many Pym Particles he sold. He basically sold them when he needed to, and never kept too many credit points.

However, a commission via the bigshot could only be negotiated with credit points or upon discussion between both parties.

In other words, Dr. Pym, who didn’t have any credit points, had to trade something else for the backup data.

The problem was… what did he have that could compare with the data on the Pym Particle?

But the old man was stubborn and thick-skinned.

Despite his fluster, he simply pulled a long face and maintained an “I’m very angry” posture.

Unfortunately, it was useless on Luke; Dr. Pym had already been exposed by his mental fluctuations.

But compared with most people, Dr. Pym’s fluster was nothing. As expected of a man who had once dismantled a missile in midair.

The bigshot took out his phone in front of Dr. Pym and contacted the Level 1 clone. Both parties talked for a moment.

Then, the bigshot put away his phone and pretended that he didn’t know anything about the ant robots spying on him.

“They request purchasing rights for products related to your research on the Pym Particle in the future,” the bigshot said unhurriedly.

Dr. Pym’s face darkened. “That’s impossible.”

Wasn’t that treating him like a laborer?

The bigshot didn’t think much of it. “You can decide the volume that you want to sell.”

Dr. Pym didn’t say anything.

The bigshot said, “This will not include anything that was produced prior to this agreement.”

This meant that Dr. Pym wasn’t required to sell the Ant-Man suit.

Dr. Pym’s expression, however, didn’t look any better.

Darren was already going to come up with a similar suit, and with the backup data, the PDD would be able to come up with one sooner or later, so they naturally didn’t need to buy the Ant-Man suit.

However, Dr. Pym was slightly relieved.

What the bigshot said matched the content of his conversation on the phone.

This proved that the bigshot was still as neutral as ever. Otherwise, Dr. Pym wouldn’t be able to negotiate at all.

Dr. Pym’s mind whirled and he didn’t say anything for a long time.

The bigshot didn’t rush him.

He didn’t have to do business the ordinary way.

For a private transaction, there was no need to get a bunch of lawyers to haggle for months before coming up with a contract that both parties would be happy with.

For example, Dr. Pym and Luke, as a manager of the PDD, had extraordinary identities.

The more straightforward the seller was, the less room there was for the buyer to bargain.

It was just like when Dr. Pym sold the Pym Particle – the deal was done in just a few words.

If they couldn’t reach an agreement, they immediately went their separate ways and didn’t bother each other.

In the end, Dr. Pym had the bigshot confirm a bunch of details before they finally reached a deal.

In the end, both parties took a step back.

Dr. Pym didn’t guarantee that he would provide the technology, and the PDD only guaranteed that the Pym Particle technology wouldn’t be leaked, nor would it be sold or used on a large scale.

Nobody was an idiot.

Dr. Pym didn’t actually believe that the PDD wouldn’t keep anything for itself even if they handed the data over.

Luke didn’t believe that Dr. Pym would obediently hand the product over if he really made something good.

The essence of this deal was that given the bigshot’s credibility as a guarantor, both parties wouldn’t turn hostile toward each other and there would be restrictions on how the Pym Particle was used.

It wasn’t like Dr. Pym made a loss.

If the bigshot hadn’t tipped him off, the operation this time wouldn’t have gone so smoothly

Besides, Darren wasn’t dead, and this event would only set him back a few years.

If Darren succeeded in rebuilding the data, the American government would definitely obtain a copy of it. At that time, Dr. Pym really wouldn’t be able to do anything.

It would be much more troublesome than the PDD obtaining the data.

The bigshot had even told Dr. Pym that the PDD belonged to the Bat Squad.

Even if it produced results, it was the Bat Squad that would use them.

Even Dr. Pym, who thought highly of himself, knew that given the Bat Squad’s technology, they didn’t need the Pym Particle to get things done.

But Dr. Pym still added a special clause to this deal: Tony Stark absolutely couldn’t have the Pym Particle or any of the related technology.

This alone amply demonstrated Dr. Pym’s feelings about Stark.

What could Luke do? Naturally, he agreed.

In any case, Tony had too much to study. Why steal Dr. Pym’s job?

There was still a long way to go!

Dr. Pym definitely still needed Water of Life, if not for a longer life, then for a better physique to keep working.

Once their relationship deepened, the bigshot would be able to find an opportunity to learn Dr. Pym’s abilities and then match it with the data from Darren.

Luke had helped Dr. Pym and the doctor’s live-in son-in-law, Scott Lang. It wasn’t too much to ask for some benefits.

This was a long-term objective.

At the very least, Luke wouldn’t take action until he had bled Darren dry of all the backup data, so he wasn’t in a hurry at all.

…

After what couldn’t be called a satisfying deal, the bigshot said goodbye and left.

Scott walked in from the hallway and looked at Dr. Pym in surprise. “You’re letting him go just like that?”

Dr. Pym looked at his cheap son-in-law angrily. “Otherwise?”

Scott thought for a moment, then shook his head helplessly. “We can’t afford to offend him.”

Dr. Pym turned away angrily. Do I need you to tell me that?

Scott mumbled something and fell silent.

Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, Dr. Pym turned around and looked at him. “Why are you still in the living room? You can train when you have the time. We’re not done yet.”

Scott hesitated for a moment before he said, “Um… When can I visit my daughter? Also, I’m on parole now, and I have to report in regularly.”

Dr. Pym waved his hand angrily. “Fine. I’ll help deal with your parole, but don’t think about going out for the time being. If Darren can’t find me, he’ll look for you.”

Scott: …You’re a rotten old man!

If it wasn’t for Dr. Pym, he would at least still be able to see his daughter even if he didn’t have a job right now.

… Fine, it was because of his visitation rights that he had fallen in with the doctor to begin with, which hadn’t been any better than the current situation.

Only then did Dr. Pym remember that he should’ve entrusted Scott’s problem to the bigshot in passing.

But it wasn’t too late now.

As long as he sorted out the pesky details and submitted the relevant information, he could directly issue a quick commission to the bigshot.

After a review, the bigshot would send back a letter to confirm the commission, including the price.

As long as there were no problems, Dr. Pym could click confirm, and credit points would automatically be deducted from his account.

All he would need to do after that was wait for word that the commission had been successfully completed.

Dr. Pym didn’t waste any time. He got up and took out a special phone from the safe for issuing a commission.

Less than ten minutes later, the confirmation letter was sent back.

Dr. Pym read the content and tapped confirm.

“Insufficient account balance. Please recharge before confirming the commission.”

Stumped for a moment, Dr. Pym looked at the credit points required for the mission — 30.

This could be considered the cheapest of commissions. It didn’t take much to get rid of Scott’s parole record.

But Dr. Pym could only look heavenward speechlessly. D*mn it, he was short by two points.