Chapter 6

Tonight at the Rock family estate.

Marvin Rock picked up the phone. “Yes, speaking.”

A faint tremor could be heard in the voice on the other end. “We are from the Ferum Group of Northice country, interested in purchasing the MR-25 product. We have already prepared fifty billion dollars for business over the next five years.”

This was the eighth offer to roll in. Previously, five investors had already poured in massive amounts of funding, totaling one hundred billion dollars. Coupled with three buyers—including this latest one—the numbers had already hit the hundreds of billions of dollars.

Why were so many energy and electricity entrepreneurs so intensely interested in MR-25? What was the secret?

In truth, MR-25 was merely a designation. Marvin Rock had discovered the chemical compound at age twenty-five. Initially, Marvin discovered a brand-new chemical element on his family's own land, which he named Glorisium.

Glorisium shared similarities with coal. After going through a complex process, Glorisium was reacted with other chemical elements to form the MR-25 compound.

It was a known fact that one kilogram of uranium could generate electrical energy equivalent to the energy produced by 9,000 drums of fuel oil or 3,000 tons of coal. A single kilogram of uranium could yield an output of 1,000 megawatts for an entire year.

Following extensive research in his private laboratory, Marvin obtained a crucial and utterly startling note: one kilogram of MR-25 was equivalent to ten kilograms of uranium. In other words, MR-25 was ten times better than uranium in terms of generating electrical power.

MR-25 boasted many additional advantages over uranium, such as lower costs—whereas uranium cost around $150 per kilo, MR-25 was only $50 per kilo. Furthermore, MR-25 was significantly safer and more environmentally friendly. In essence, Marvin's proprietary discovery, MR-25, was safer than using coal and far more economical than using uranium.

Marvin took a sip of his black coffee, turned his gaze toward his father, and said firmly, “Dad, we are going to sever all business ties with companies belonging to Harvard Corp.”

Werner adjusted his seating position and replied, “For years, we’ve always had to bite our tongues under their thumb. Thank goodness we’ll finally wash our hands of them.” Werner breathed a sigh of relief, his face beaming.

Marvin knew that Harvard Corp was skilled at lobbying the government. Under the guise of regulatory compliance, they acted however they pleased, including exerting pressure and imposing restrictions on various small businesses across multiple sectors.

For decades, Rock Electra had been crushed by murky government regulations that exclusively benefited two parties: Harvard Corp and, naturally, the government itself.

For instance, sixty percent of the fuel supply in Gloriston City had to be provided by Harvard Corp—a bizarre rule concocted by the government, undoubtedly after backdoor deals had been struck first. The most absurd case of all was how MR-25 had been framed as a material for weapons of mass destruction.

Harvard Corp owned twenty-five companies operating in the energy sector, encompassing petroleum, gas, coal, nuclear, electricity, biomass, and more. Backed by the government, no one dared to cross them.

However, the only business rival of equal standing in the country of Chemisland was The Oxy, owned by the Wilmer family. The Oxy's total assets reached into the trillions of dollars, nearly rivaling the Harvard family.

Even so, lacking government backing, The Oxy restricted its capital operations outside the capital city of Gloriston—operating instead in Iron Town, Aurum Village, and several other regions across Chemisland. Even the Wilmer family felt powerless against the arrogance and cunning of the Harvard family.

This matter had been thoroughly weighed in Marvin’s mind. Growing up in Gloriston and raised in a family of business moguls, he knew the character of the Harvard family inside and out. “I want to see change, Dad,” he said with certainty, his eyes blazing with courage.

Werner smiled happily upon hearing those words. He replied, “Ever since you were little, our whole family believed that you wouldn't just bring change to our small household, but a massive transformation to this entire nation.”

Hearing that, Marvin was deeply moved. Since childhood, his ambition had been to elevate the Rock family into a prestigious dynasty in Chemisland, making them the wealthiest and most respected household in the country.

Chemisland was a nation where nearly every business sector revolved around energy. The country was rich in natural resources such as water, gold, tin, uranium, iron, and much more.

Foreign nations constantly relied on Chemisland for all their needs, including fuel, electricity, and even clean water. Chemisland was an immensely wealthy land.

In the family lounge, Marvin let out a long sigh and said, “This country is ruled by a corrupt capitalist. I despise the Harvard family’s style. They act like royalty in Chemisland.” Marvin made no effort to hide his disgust.

“I leave it in your hands, Marvin. May your dream be fulfilled. Prove to the Harvard family that they don't deserve to rule Chemisland.”

Marvin's dream would soon be realized. When foreign investors and buyers poured staggering sums of money into securing the benefits of MR-25, that would mark the dawn of a massive victory.

Werner was utterly astounded. “This is the first time in history that transactions exceeding tens of billions—even hundreds of billions of dollars—have happened within two days for a single product.” Werner looked at his son with immense pride. “You are everyone's hope, Marvin!”

Marvin refused to act arrogant before the man who had raised and nurtured him. “Because of you, Dad, I am who I am. Everything I do is for our small family here, and for the rest of the extended Rock family who have already achieved success, both within Chemisland and abroad.”

Despite the continuous praise, Marvin remained humble. “I am deeply grateful to Dad and Mom for shaping me into who I am. Please allow me to repay all your kindness, even if I cannot offer a recompense grand enough to match it, not even in death.”

Werner was profoundly touched. “You’re just like your great-grandfather, Rocky Rock. Despite playing such a pivotal role, he was always humble. You, Marvin Rock, are our successor, our hope—go make the Rock family name number one!”

Marvin’s fighting spirit ignited, his heart pounding in his chest. He stood up, knelt before his father, and said in a soft, gentle whisper, “I promise to deliver the absolute best for the Rock family!”

The next morning, Marvin woke up at six o'clock, sitting up on the bed to rub his eyes and gather his wits. He then stood up and pulled back his bedroom curtains. A bright stream of morning light dazzled his eyes.

Standing six feet tall and weighing one hundred sixty-five pounds, he possessed an athletic build. With a sharp nose, a chiseled jawline, thick eyebrows, and striking eyes, Marvin was remarkably handsome. His hair was cut in a neat, corporate style; even unwashed, he looked impeccably groomed.

Today, there were going to be plenty of surprises.