764: Why Should I Explain to Other People?

Why Should I Explain to Other People?

When the three girls were under the influence of the inducer, Luke adjusted the number of times he won against them.

It was three times for Stacy, two for Artemis, and one for Stephanie.

So far, all three of them had been pretty lucky.

Otherwise, they would've been carted off to prison or a research facility a long time ago, and wouldn't be wandering around so freely.

His single victory against Stephanie was just to qualify him to learn Elementary Sound Wave.

Artemis suffered two rare unlucky mishaps, but they weren't serious incidents.

As the leader of the group, Stacy had the most shortcomings and liked to cause trouble the most. Luke won against her three times, so it was very easy for her to fumble and make mistakes in whatever she was doing.

This difference in treatment would allow them to experience the horrors of a curse.

Luke didn't understand the principle behind the system creating this sort of "bad luck" phenomenon.

But that didn't stop him from experimenting with the effects and mechanisms of this "bad luck."

Many of the gangsters who had been admitted to the hospital in Los Angeles had been sent there by his "bad luck" experiments.

…

The next morning, in the Malibu villa, Tony was exhausted. "Jarvis, back up all the data in the mainframe here. I'm going to bed."

Jarvis said, "Very well, sir. However, are you sure you don't want to copy this information to the company database? According to the rules, I need to make a note of the raw materials used and report to Miss Potts."

Tony immediately rejected the idea. "The data can only be kept here, not in the company's database. Otherwise, the shareholders will immediately sell it to the military and it'll turn into a bunch of rotten tin men on the streets. Just report the raw materials to Pepper and let her decide."

Jarvis said, "Sir, Miss Potts has already asked me twice to remind you that the company's shareholders are unhappy with you for using so many raw materials. It's hard for her to answer their questions."

Tony chuckled. "If anyone isn't happy, tell them to come to me directly…"

"Sir, Mr. Stan is waiting for you in the living room," Jarvis interrupted him. "According to Miss Potts, he's here about the raw materials."

Tony: "…Tell him to wait five minutes."

A moment later, he looked at the baldie pacing around in the living room and adjusted his mood. He dredged up a smile even though he really wanted to sleep. "Hey, Obi, you're here."

Obadiah stopped and looked at Tony with a concerned expression. "Why do you look so tired? Did you stay up late again?"

Tony laughed. "It's nothing. I just had some fun last night, you know."

Obadiah's eyes flickered.

He had been paying attention to Tony, and knew that he hadn't gone out looking for women recently.

But his expression was the same as ever as he continued his usual nagging. "Those cover girls again? Tony, I told you, they're all little b*tches who are just putting on a show. You…"

Tony quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender to put a stop to this old topic. He had already memorized Obadiah's words: "They're just after your money," "They just want the attention," "Too many scandals won't do the company any good."

"Obi, let's talk business!" Tony changed the subject.

Obadiah sighed and said helplessly, "Fine; you know, but you don't want to hear it."

Tony smiled awkwardly. I've already memorized it; there's no point in talking about it.

After a pause, Obadiah said, "I'm here about the Jericho missile."

Tony was a little bewildered, but then heard Jarvis's reminder in his earpiece. "Sir, you asked Miss Potts to submit a proposal for the Jericho missile last month as a way to deal with their questions."

The tycoon immediately remembered and nodded with a smile. "Hm, what's wrong with the shareholders?"

Obadiah said, "Tony, the plan you gave them is basically just an idea. They need to know how the missile is progressing with all the resources you've been using recently. They've been uneasy that you haven't updated your research in the company's database for the past month."

Tony frowned. "It's only been a month. What do they want?"

Obadiah said with a bitter smile, "But in the past month, you've moved more than 1.2 billion dollars in resources and spare parts from various departments. They won't relax if there's no progress."

The shareholders of Stark Industries couldn't be blamed for being apprehensive this time.

Taking a few years to develop a missile could be considered a short frame of time.

The crux was that this tycoon's expenditure had once again crossed the bottom line of the shareholders and Obadiah.

If Tony continued to spend more than a billion dollars every month until the missile was developed, Stark Industries wouldn't be able to recoup its losses unless the American military ordered several billion missiles.

With that many missiles, the military's concern would be where to throw them.

There were always interests involved in any war. Missiles weren't the only things that were needed in a war, and even accounted for just a small portion of spending.

The United States hadn't made any big moves recently, and didn't need so many missiles.

Tony didn't think much of it.

He always spent a lot of money on research, so over a billion was nothing.

He was too focused on his big toy to bother with the shareholders.

How could Tony's perfunctory attitude fool Obadiah, who had watched him grow up?

The baldie's heart jumped. He knew that he couldn't persuade this young master.

His heart ached, not for the tycoon, but for the money.

Obadiah could only make a decision inwardly.

It wasn't something that he had only thought about recently, but Tony had brought success to Stark Industries' weapons R&D team, which was why Obadiah had delayed making the decision.

Now, he had been shaken by this terrifying expenditure of 1.2 billion a month; he wasn't going to put it off any longer.

After saying a few clichés and telling Tony to show them the exact progress of the Jericho missile as soon as possible, Obadiah got up and left.

Looking at the beach villa in the rearview mirror, Obadiah thought to himself, Goodbye, Tony.

Tony was unaware of Obadiah's change of heart.

After the bald uncle left, Tony immediately went to his bedroom.

As for the Jericho missile, of course, the shareholders could f*ck off.

There was no need for Tony to explain himself to stupid shareholders.

Forget it. He should take some time to do the Jericho missile properly to fool the shareholders so that they wouldn't continue to disturb his research of the Iron Man armor! Tony sighed and made a difficult decision.

…

The next day, Luke slipped away.

Selina went to the police department and helped him report in and took a case, while Luke rented a temporary safe location. He dragged in a bunch of renovation materials.2

He was busy until late into the night and only returned home after that.

Selina finished with her training, and when she saw Luke, she asked, "Will you be busy tomorrow?"

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