They clearly have little interest in what is done with their money,

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Yes?
– Yes, Mr. Cross, I was just saying: next time, wouldn't it be smarter to develop mini-combat suits AFTER you've managed to miniaturize the guys to put in them? It's about as stupid as spending years developing a tank for guinea pigs before only checking afterward that you can actually teach these little animals to pilot them. And then, imagine: even if you manage to fax lists miniaturize a guy, bam, you can't make him the size of the suit: what do you do? 
– Security? Go down to the bottom of the building and beat up Mr. Asshole who's having fun making phone calls in front of the door . 

The shareholders, in any case, don't notice that all this is about as intelligent as a question from a major network journalist on presidential election night, and so they applaud warmly. It's worth noting that they are visibly very surprised by this project: for shareholders who are members of the board of directors, but let's move on. Because two of them react more intensely than the others: we'll call them Pam and Poum. Pam is the one whose nose Pym broke years ago: he's the most enthusiastic of all. Poum, on the other hand, is a much more reserved shareholder. His argument is that it's bad, because "  Imagine if this weapon fell into the hands of our enemies... " 

Just like that, eh: it's a company that manufactures weapons. If you assume that you have to make weapons that aren't dangerous in case the enemy gets hold of them, I peeeeease it's going to be complicated. Reinvest in potatoes, my boy. And again!

In any case, the argument, although as stupid as it is incoherent, stings Cross, who explains to Poum that they will have to "  have a little chat ." Then, Cross chases Pym, Pam, Poum and Hope as well as the other shareholders because the shameful comments are starting to get a bit much and his presentation is over, that's it. As everyone leaves, we discover that Hope and Papa Pym, although visibly angry for years, agree on one thing: this business of shrinking people and Yellow Jacket seems a little dangerous.

It's good to realize this at the end of the project. Especially for Hope, who never left the company and is Cross's right-hand woman.

Oh, and by the way: just to make it clear right away that Cross is evil, we see him go to the bathroom to talk to Poum, the doubtful shareholder. And very calmly, take out a shrink gun (yes, obviously, between two doors, they developed that and no one knows about it!) to shoot poor Poum to teach him about life. But since Cross hasn't perfected the shrinking formula yet, it just reduces poor Poum to a tiny, shapeless pulp, which Cross wipes before throwing in the toilet.