Chapter Seven Hundred and Eighty-One I Do Things Tony, Why Should I Explain It to Others

When the three girls were controlled by the inducer, Luke adjusted his victory over them.

Stacey three times, Art Messer two times, and Stephanie once.

At present, it seems that all three belong to people with relatively high luck.

Otherwise, if they messed up like this, they should have gone to prisons or research institutions long ago, and it would be impossible to roam around freely like this.

Stephanie's one time was just to guarantee his qualifications for elementary sonic studies, and at best it was slightly unlucky.

At Messer's two occasions there were some infrequent unfortunate incidents, but nothing serious.

Stacey, the leader, has the most problems and likes to cause trouble the most, so he won her three times, and she is prone to mistakes and mistakes in any action.

Different treatment allows them to experience the horror of the "curse".

Luke also couldn't understand the principle of this "bad luck" phenomenon created by the system.

But it did not prevent him from testing the effect and mechanism of this "bad luck".

Many of the gangsters who entered the hospital in Los Angeles were sent in by his "bad luck" test.

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The next morning, in the Malibu beach villa, Tony looked exhausted: "Jarvis, back up all the data records here on the host, I'm going to bed."

Jarvis: "Okay, sir. But are you sure you don't want to back up these materials to the company database? As a rule, I need to make notes for those raw materials and report to Miss Potts."

Tony vetoed: "These data can only be kept with me, and must not be put into the company's database. Otherwise, those shareholders will immediately sell it to the military for hundreds of thousands, turning it into a tin man on a rotten street. You only need to put Report the loss of raw materials to Pepper and let her figure it out."

Jarvis: "Sir, Miss Potts has asked me twice to remind you that the company's shareholders have recently been dissatisfied with your extensive use of various raw materials, and it will be difficult for her to respond to their inquiries."

Tony laughed hard: "Whoever is not satisfied, let him come to me directly..."

"Sir, Mr. Stan is waiting for you in the living room." Jarvis interrupted him: "According to the message that Miss Potts just sent, he is here for the raw materials."

Tony: "...let him wait for me for five minutes.

"

After a while, he looked at the bald head pacing in the living room at the head of the stairs, adjusted his emotions, and tried to put a smile on his face, even if he really wanted to sleep: "hi, Obi, you're here."

Obadeh stopped and looked at Tony for a while, with a concerned look on his face: "Why are you so tired? Did you stay up all night playing with your cars again?"

Tony snorted: "It's nothing, but there was some entertainment last night, you know."

When Obadi heard this, his eyes flashed.

He, who has been following Tony all the time, knows that a certain young master has not been looking for a woman at all recently.

But his expression remained the same, and he continued his usual nagging: "Are those cover girls again? Tony, as I said before, those are all little bitches who are playing on the scene, you..."

Tony hurriedly raised his hand to signal his surrender and stopped this old-fashioned topic. He had long remembered those words of Obadi The stock price is not good," etc.

"Obie, let's get down to business!" Tony took the initiative to change the subject.

Obadi sighed and looked helpless: "Okay, you know everything yourself, you just don't want to hear it."

Tony smiled awkwardly: I can recite these words back and forth, so it's meaningless to say them.

Aubady paused and said, "I'm here for the Jericho missile."

Tony was a bit at a loss, but Jarvis reminded him through the headset: "Sir, you asked Miss Potts to submit a Jericho missile proposal last month to deal with shareholders' inquiries."

A certain young master immediately remembered and nodded with a smile: "Well, what's the problem with that group of shareholders?"

Obadiah: "Tony, the proposal you gave is basically just an idea. They need to know how the progress of this missile is with so many resources you have used recently. This month, you have not updated your research in the company database. information, which makes them very uneasy.”

Tony frowned: "It's only been a month, what do they want?"

Obama smiled bitterly: "But this month, the resources and various spare parts you have drawn from various departments of the company cost more than 1.2 billion US dollars. If there is no progress, they will not be at ease."

This time, Stark Group shareholders can't really be blamed for being timid.

A research project such as a missile takes a few years to develop and is considered short.

The key is that the speed of spending a lot of money has once again broken through the bottom line of shareholders, and it has also broken through the bottom line of Obadiah.

With Tony's spending of more than one billion dollars this month, after the missiles are developed, the Stark Group will not want to pay back if the US government does not order billions of dollars.

With such a number of missiles, the US side has to worry about where to throw them.

Any war needs benefits, and a war needs not only missiles, but even the cost of missiles is only a small part of it.

The United States hasn't made a big move recently, and it doesn't use many missiles at all.

Tony didn't care too much.

He spends more money on research, and more than one billion is really nothing.

His mind is now on that big set of toys, and he has no time to take care of those shareholders.

How could Tony's perfunctory attitude hide from Obadiah, who had watched him grow up since he was a child.

The bald boss twitched in his heart, knowing that he could not persuade this young master.

He didn't feel bad for this young man, he felt bad for the money.

Obadeh could only secretly make a decision in his heart.

The decision wasn't a recent one, but Tony's success with the Stark Group's weapons development group led him to keep delaying it.

Now, his psychological balance has been broken by a month of 1.2 billion terror spending, and he doesn't want to delay any longer.

After a few more clichés, Tony asked Tony to show the specific progress of the Jericho missile as soon as possible, and Obadeh got up and left.

Looking at the beach house gradually disappearing in the rearview mirror, he silently said in his heart: Goodbye, Tony.

Tony was unaware of Obadiah's psychological changes.

As soon as the bald uncle left, he immediately walked to the bedroom.

As for the Jericho missile, naturally roll it aside.

He Tony has been doing things in his life, why should he explain to those idiot shareholders.

Forget it, take some time to fix the Jericho missile and fool those shareholders, lest they keep disturbing the research of the steel armor! He sighed and made a difficult decision.

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The next day, Luke rarely skipped class completely.

Selena went to the police station to help him report, took the case, he rented out a temporary security spot by himself, and pulled a batch of decoration materials to start work.

It was late at night when he came home.

Selena finished training and saw him coming back, she just asked, "Continue busy tomorrow?"