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Chapter 65: A Meeting
Tony insisted on holding a small press conference, inviting major media outlets closely associated with Stark Industries. But how could an event that prompted Stark Industries to hold a press conference be a minor matter? For such a behemoth, any small move could impact the vital interests of many.
When an entity reaches such a scale and level, it naturally affects a great many people.
At the press conference, Tony was as unconventional and free-spirited as ever. Although rumors of his kidnapping had already begun to circulate secretly, Stark Industries stubbornly refused to admit anything, so the media could only report them as gossip and sensational news. Many were left wondering about the true situation.
Before the press conference began, many journalists thought Tony was specifically there to explain his recent whereabouts and prove he hadn't been kidnapped. Perhaps to manufacture an alibi? That he had actually been fooling around with some sexy women during that time?
"I bet it's the latest issue's cover girl."
"I'll bet on the last two issues."
The top journalists chatted among themselves, sharing knowing smiles. Manufacturing alibis was something big corporations often did; it was no secret. As long as no concrete evidence was found, who could raise a fuss? Not to mention, everyone present today had close ties with Stark Industries.
Unexpectedly, explosive news was dug up, stunning everyone.
"I will formally transfer some of my shares." Tony pointed to the large screen, publicly announcing changes to his personal stock. This sort of thing didn't usually require a press conference, but Tony went ahead and did it anyway. He wanted to make the transfer. So what if it was a Mutant? Tony disdained hiding things, knowing the ubiquitous media would dig it out anyway. Those people had no credibility to speak of; the more you tried to hide things, the more they assumed you had shady dealings.
Tony simply chose to expose the situation himself first, confident that no matter what rumors were spread, they couldn't touch a single hair on his head.
When "tony" appeared on the screen, many well-informed reporters were immediately stunned. Their political instincts were sharp, and in an instant, they realized the immense significance and the huge controversy that might follow.
The entire small venue erupted, all the reporters stood up, clamoring and vying with each other to ask Tony questions.
"Mr. Tony, would you mind telling us why you are suddenly giving shares to tony? There are rumors that you went missing some time ago; is this related to that?"
"Tony, are you supporting the Mutant Community through this method? Magneto publicly threatened all humanity not long ago. Could you give us your opinion on the Mutant Community?"
Tony ignored them, gesturing to his assistant, Pepper, and simply walked away. Yes, that was very Tony, exactly his usual style.
Poor Pepper had no choice but to face the fierce-eyed reporters.
Tony ignored the people with various expressions along the way, taking the elevator directly to his office – an entire floor comparable to a luxurious villa, all his personal workspace.
tony and the others were already waiting there, drinking and chatting.
"Welcome, my friends. Everything has settled just now. You just need to sign. As per our agreement, I will give you enough shares." Tony liked to raise one eyebrow while lowering the other when he spoke, a habit he had formed over many years.
It must be said, this also added a touch of unruly and rebellious aura to him.
tony raised his glass, gesturing to Tony.
"I imagine this has caused you a lot of trouble. After all, I'm a Mutant, and a well-known one at that," tony said jokingly, subtly expressing his apology to Tony. To be honest, at the time, he hadn't considered the impact, only wanting to acquire some shares to make money grow his wealth, providing him with stable funds to significantly upgrade his Transformers.
tony had many ideas in his head. Not only did he want to upgrade the existing Transformers, but he also wanted to build Combiner Decepticons. At the current stage, those would be true War Weapons and Killing Machines.
A twenty to thirty-meter-tall behemoth; how many could withstand it when it unleashed its might? And that type of Combiner Decepticon, even if its massive body were shattered, new Decepticons could immediately be dispatched to replenish its components, allowing the Combiner Decepticon to always maintain optimal condition.
Imagine, a twenty to thirty-meter-tall behemoth that could be re-armed and fully intact no matter how it was attacked... that feeling must be wonderful, crushing all who dared to oppose.
But this process required money, enormous amounts of money. For one, he needed to get his hands on the structural principles of pressure-bearing devices, didn't he? He absolutely needed high-grade alloys, right? Cobbling it together with a pile of private cars wasn't entirely impossible, but tony suspected that before an enemy could even make a move, the big guy would crush itself, given the truly worrying quality of private car materials.
The essence of Allspark-enhanced materials was the attachment of a thin layer of Allspark Energy to the atoms and molecules of the material. It could change its form but not the arrangement of the atomic layer itself, at least not yet. Otherwise, he could completely transform junk metal into high-grade alloy.
Directly controlling every atom precisely would require him to reach peak Level Four, like Magneto.
Not to mention, the technological sophistication of assembling such a Transformer was already beyond what ordinary vehicles could match. It wasn't as simple as using the Allspark to animate it, then controlling them one by one to climb and piece together. tony needed to obtain some relevant knowledge from Stark Industries at the very least.
Otherwise, tony could completely control Optimus Prime, letting him recklessly devour various vehicles and alloys for unlimited enhancement, eventually breaking out of the Solar System, pushing into the entire Universe, punching Galactus, kicking Cosmic Beasts, becoming invincible...
Tony waved his hand dismissively. Although his relationship with tony and the others wasn't that deep, and they didn't know each other well, Tony had long since collected all the information on tony and his companions through his artificial intelligence butler. Tony knew everyone sitting there.
"I heard you actually have another person in your team? The Slim one?" Tony gestured, then handed over several share transfer agreements for tony and the others to look at.
The female doctor spoke up, declining to accept it. Tony felt regret; he was very interested in the only woman in the group. It was his... occupational hazard, yes, an occupational hazard.
"That guy, he said he went off to carry out some mission. He claims to be the world's best mercenary," tony quipped. Slim's behavior was peculiar, but he didn't make them feel uncomfortable when they interacted with him.
"That 'best' mercenary, his mission success rate is 4.3%, and the tasks he completes are things like helping people babysit or finding lost cats..." Tony swiped a few times on the virtual screen that appeared, pulling up Slim's information.
Everyone was speechless. No wonder he had a 4% success rate; truly remarkable.
"Additionally, I invite you all to attend the shareholder meeting. Many of Stark Industries' shareholders, big and small, will be there," Tony said.
(end of chapter)
Tony insisted on holding a small press conference, inviting major media outlets closely associated with Stark Industries. But how could an event that prompted Stark Industries to hold a press conference be a minor matter? For such a behemoth, any small move could impact the vital interests of many.
When an entity reaches such a scale and level, it naturally affects a great many people.
At the press conference, Tony was as unconventional and free-spirited as ever. Although rumors of his kidnapping had already begun to circulate secretly, Stark Industries stubbornly refused to admit anything, so the media could only report them as gossip and sensational news. Many were left wondering about the true situation.
Before the press conference began, many journalists thought Tony was specifically there to explain his recent whereabouts and prove he hadn't been kidnapped. Perhaps to manufacture an alibi? That he had actually been fooling around with some sexy women during that time?
"I bet it's the latest issue's cover girl."
"I'll bet on the last two issues."
The top journalists chatted among themselves, sharing knowing smiles. Manufacturing alibis was something big corporations often did; it was no secret. As long as no concrete evidence was found, who could raise a fuss? Not to mention, everyone present today had close ties with Stark Industries.
Unexpectedly, explosive news was dug up, stunning everyone.
"I will formally transfer some of my shares." Tony pointed to the large screen, publicly announcing changes to his personal stock. This sort of thing didn't usually require a press conference, but Tony went ahead and did it anyway. He wanted to make the transfer. So what if it was a Mutant? Tony disdained hiding things, knowing the ubiquitous media would dig it out anyway. Those people had no credibility to speak of; the more you tried to hide things, the more they assumed you had shady dealings.
Tony simply chose to expose the situation himself first, confident that no matter what rumors were spread, they couldn't touch a single hair on his head.
When "tony" appeared on the screen, many well-informed reporters were immediately stunned. Their political instincts were sharp, and in an instant, they realized the immense significance and the huge controversy that might follow.
The entire small venue erupted, all the reporters stood up, clamoring and vying with each other to ask Tony questions.
"Mr. Tony, would you mind telling us why you are suddenly giving shares to tony? There are rumors that you went missing some time ago; is this related to that?"
"Tony, are you supporting the Mutant Community through this method? Magneto publicly threatened all humanity not long ago. Could you give us your opinion on the Mutant Community?"
Tony ignored them, gesturing to his assistant, Pepper, and simply walked away. Yes, that was very Tony, exactly his usual style.
Poor Pepper had no choice but to face the fierce-eyed reporters.
Tony ignored the people with various expressions along the way, taking the elevator directly to his office – an entire floor comparable to a luxurious villa, all his personal workspace.
tony and the others were already waiting there, drinking and chatting.
"Welcome, my friends. Everything has settled just now. You just need to sign. As per our agreement, I will give you enough shares." Tony liked to raise one eyebrow while lowering the other when he spoke, a habit he had formed over many years.
It must be said, this also added a touch of unruly and rebellious aura to him.
tony raised his glass, gesturing to Tony.
"I imagine this has caused you a lot of trouble. After all, I'm a Mutant, and a well-known one at that," tony said jokingly, subtly expressing his apology to Tony. To be honest, at the time, he hadn't considered the impact, only wanting to acquire some shares to make money grow his wealth, providing him with stable funds to significantly upgrade his Transformers.
tony had many ideas in his head. Not only did he want to upgrade the existing Transformers, but he also wanted to build Combiner Decepticons. At the current stage, those would be true War Weapons and Killing Machines.
A twenty to thirty-meter-tall behemoth; how many could withstand it when it unleashed its might? And that type of Combiner Decepticon, even if its massive body were shattered, new Decepticons could immediately be dispatched to replenish its components, allowing the Combiner Decepticon to always maintain optimal condition.
Imagine, a twenty to thirty-meter-tall behemoth that could be re-armed and fully intact no matter how it was attacked... that feeling must be wonderful, crushing all who dared to oppose.
But this process required money, enormous amounts of money. For one, he needed to get his hands on the structural principles of pressure-bearing devices, didn't he? He absolutely needed high-grade alloys, right? Cobbling it together with a pile of private cars wasn't entirely impossible, but tony suspected that before an enemy could even make a move, the big guy would crush itself, given the truly worrying quality of private car materials.
The essence of Allspark-enhanced materials was the attachment of a thin layer of Allspark Energy to the atoms and molecules of the material. It could change its form but not the arrangement of the atomic layer itself, at least not yet. Otherwise, he could completely transform junk metal into high-grade alloy.
Directly controlling every atom precisely would require him to reach peak Level Four, like Magneto.
Not to mention, the technological sophistication of assembling such a Transformer was already beyond what ordinary vehicles could match. It wasn't as simple as using the Allspark to animate it, then controlling them one by one to climb and piece together. tony needed to obtain some relevant knowledge from Stark Industries at the very least.
Otherwise, tony could completely control Optimus Prime, letting him recklessly devour various vehicles and alloys for unlimited enhancement, eventually breaking out of the Solar System, pushing into the entire Universe, punching Galactus, kicking Cosmic Beasts, becoming invincible...
Tony waved his hand dismissively. Although his relationship with tony and the others wasn't that deep, and they didn't know each other well, Tony had long since collected all the information on tony and his companions through his artificial intelligence butler. Tony knew everyone sitting there.
"I heard you actually have another person in your team? The Slim one?" Tony gestured, then handed over several share transfer agreements for tony and the others to look at.
The female doctor spoke up, declining to accept it. Tony felt regret; he was very interested in the only woman in the group. It was his... occupational hazard, yes, an occupational hazard.
"That guy, he said he went off to carry out some mission. He claims to be the world's best mercenary," tony quipped. Slim's behavior was peculiar, but he didn't make them feel uncomfortable when they interacted with him.
"That 'best' mercenary, his mission success rate is 4.3%, and the tasks he completes are things like helping people babysit or finding lost cats..." Tony swiped a few times on the virtual screen that appeared, pulling up Slim's information.
Everyone was speechless. No wonder he had a 4% success rate; truly remarkable.
"Additionally, I invite you all to attend the shareholder meeting. Many of Stark Industries' shareholders, big and small, will be there," Tony said.
(end of chapter)
