One Thousand Nine Hundred and Thirty-Eight Chapters Are Easy, Small Wins 3 Times

Ghosts want to share the fruits of victory with these vicious vampires! Darren he had to.

He needs these people to hold back to prevent Dr. Pym from taking back control of the company, and he needs a lot of research funding to keep the company running.

Over the years, he has been unable to control the project alone.

Fortunately, Darren is a student of Dr. Pym, and technology development is inseparable from him. He can only be the top technical director, otherwise these greedy guys would have kicked him out long ago.

While the two were whispering, the cruise ship drove a distance away, avoiding the frequent yachting in the offshore, and anchored.

Suddenly, a long, soft sound of "ding" sounded in the parlor on the top floor of the cruise ship.

The people who were scattered all over chatting froze and looked at the place where the bell came from.

A white-haired old man in a black dress had already sat on the main seat that had been vacated, looked around at everyone, smiled and nodded: "Everyone, long time no see, please take a seat."

Everyone was very calm, and they were accustomed to the elusive appearance of the boss. They responded with a smile and took their seats.

There is no need for anyone to assign the seating order, and everyone present knows for themselves.

Those with higher status should move forward a little, and whoever has little difference between them is not a big problem, and no one is stupid enough to quarrel here.

Although the big guy who sells everything is very disciplined and etiquette, he doesn't like trouble.

Who let the big guy do his own business.

Most of the people who bullshit him in the negotiation didn't even have a chance to save them, so they just canceled the deal.

Darren followed the congressman who came with him and took a seat in the middle of the long conference table.

This made him clearly realize that the power of MPs here is only below the middle level.

Thinking of the background of the parliamentarians he knew, Darren had a fairly intuitive understanding of the level of this circle.

What the boss said next surprised everyone present, but they were also pleasantly surprised.

The boss claimed to have received a commission to seek active support from everyone in the room for the radiation cleanup work in San Francisco.

The client took out ten water of life at one time,

As a reward, it is given to those who are willing to accept this commission.

The relevant tasks are detailed, and whoever can take as many as possible can take the corresponding water of life.

However, the latest settlement date of the task is three months later, and those who complete the task early can apply for early settlement.

Only those who meet the requirements of the settlement task can get the water of life.

Everyone's eyes flickered after hearing this, but they didn't say anything for a while.

In addition to the boss himself, the only ones who can take out so much water of life at one time are the Bat Squad and the Avengers.

These people are not idiots, and it has long been analyzed that the big guys definitely started investing in both sides a long time ago.

Without the protection of these difficult superheroes, their fear of the big guys would not be so deep.

Tony is okay to say that he has been in trouble for a few days and lost some money or interests.

There are really not many people in the Bat Squad who are willing to provoke them, especially if they do it alone, it is thankless.

The commission given by the boss now is just to confirm the fact once again.

The boss didn't ask everyone to respond immediately, but gave everyone an hour to think about communication.

The commission does not limit one person to take multiple orders, and naturally it does not limit multiple people to take one order. The reward of the task is also related to the level of trouble.

Soon many people lowered their heads to play with their mobile phones, and then found the agreed meeting room to talk in twos and threes.

There are still five people left in the living room, all of them are newcomers with slightly new qualifications, and they are considered as reserve players in this circle, including Darren.

It was the fellow congressman who went to discuss it, and he was not a researcher.

The boss sitting in the main seat looked at these people and smiled: "There is a card room next door, you can play a few games."

Of course, the five people have no objection when he said this. They can't really sit face-to-face with the boss here for an hour!

Playing cards is very in line with everyone's identity, and it is easy to chat or be lazy.

The five entered the card room and chose Texas Hold'em.

After playing for less than 20 minutes, a middle-aged man in his forties stood up with a wry smile: "Sorry, I don't seem to be feeling well, everyone, play slowly."

Looking at the man's pale face, the hand covering his stomach, and a faint sound, the other four were dumbfounded, nodding their heads to signal him to take care of himself.

Stomach pain is not a problem that can be tolerated, but it is more likely to be a big problem that no one can bear.

After the middle-aged man walked out of the card room and came to a lounge, his appearance suddenly changed into that of a big guy who sells everything.

A person sitting on the sofa in the room turned his head with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but it was this middle-aged man.

Luke looked at the list of Darren's abilities swiped in the system, and chuckled: "It seems that I don't need to be in such a hurry."

...

Today's fellowship is, of course, a pit dug for Darren.

Luke wants to send an invitation to one of his vest technology companies, which is also a matter of one sentence.

This middle-aged man from the vest company is a prototype.

On the way to the card room just now, the prototype came to this room for the reason of using the bathroom.

After completing the identity swap with Shenyin's avatar, the avatar went to the card room.

Everyone is rich, and the chips are very small. It is purely for entertainment. No one thought that there would be cheating.

So Luke easily beat Darren three times.

In fact, after winning twice, all of Darren's abilities can be learned.

But thinking of this guy's famous name, Luke beat him again.

Darren doesn't do bad things, it's just a little bit of blood at most.

If you really do something bad, it is very likely that minor injuries will become fatal!

The technology of the Pym particle comes from Dr. Pym, and if Darren is tricked, it will be considered a favor for Dr. Pym.

Whether Dr. Pym knew it or not, that doesn't matter.

Luke, but be at peace.

...

After getting off the cruise ship, Darren watched those big people leave, and his heart filled with pride: Wait! It won't be long before I stand on a higher position than you!

The congressman patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to get in the car.

Darren came with him tonight, and he had to take Darren back and make sure of the Pym particle by the way.

Soon the lengthened Lincoln started, left the dock, and headed for the city.

From the coastal road to the main road back to the city, the driver of the Lincoln car looked at the lanes on both sides and started to turn left after confirming that there was no car.

And at the beginning of the left turn, a dump truck pulled up from another fork not far behind them.

The tired truck driver yawned and reached for the coffee cup next to him.

The driver has been working overtime for a large number of clearing and transportation projects in San Francisco recently, and is very tired.

However, the Bat Squad and Tony's foundation allocated quite high overtime pay, so that the driver was reluctant to rest and had to drink coffee desperately.

As a result, he was out of spirits, reached out a little more, and knocked the coffee cup crookedly.

Feeling vaguely wrong, he subconsciously turned his head to look, and found that the coffee cup was half filled, and if there was more, it would fall down completely.

The cup of hot coffee that I just bought was probably all spilled in the cab.

The driver leaned over to hold the coffee cup without thinking, and screamed in pain when he caught it, but it was scalded by a small amount of coffee that overflowed.

The stinging pain stopped him, and the accelerator, which was slightly loose under his feet, stepped down unexpectedly.