When the three girls were under the influence of the inducer, Luke had adjusted the number of wins he had against them.
It was three for Stacy, two for Artemis, and one for Stephanie.
From the looks of it, all three of them were pretty lucky.
Otherwise, they would have gone to prison or research facilities long ago, and wouldn't be wandering around so freely.
Stephanie's one time was just to ensure that he was qualified to learn Elementary Sound Wave. At most, he would be slightly unlucky.
Artemis's two times had some infrequent incidents of bad luck, but they weren't serious.
As the leader, Stacy had the most problems and liked to cause trouble the most. Luke had beaten her three times, and it was very easy for her to make mistakes in any operation.
The difference in treatment made them understand firsthand how terrifying the "curse" was.
Luke couldn't understand the principle behind this "bad luck" phenomenon created by the system.
But that didn't stop him from experimenting with the effects and mechanism of this "bad luck."
Many of the hoodlums in Los Angeles who had been sent to the hospital had been sent there by his "bad luck" experiments.
…
The next morning, in the Malibu villa, Tony said tiredly, "Jarvis, backup all the data on the mainframe here. I'm going to bed."
Jarvis said, "Okay, sir. But are you sure you don't want to backup this information in the company's database? According to the rules, I need to note down the raw materials and report them to Miss Potts. "
Tony immediately rejected him. "This data can only be kept with me. It can't be put in the company's database. Otherwise, the shareholders will immediately sell it to the military by the hundreds or thousands, turning it into a rotting tin man. You just need to report the loss of the raw materials to Pepper and let her do as she sees fit. "
Jarvis said, "Sir, Miss Potts has already asked me twice to remind you that the company's shareholders have been dissatisfied with your recent use of all kinds of raw materials. It'll be very difficult for her to deal with their inquiries."
Tony laughed. "If anyone isn't satisfied, tell them to come straight to me …"
"Sir, Mr. Stan is waiting for you in the living room," Jarvis interrupted him. Jarvis interrupted him. "According to the message Miss Potts just sent, he's here about the raw materials."
Tony said, "… Tell him to wait for me for five minutes."
A moment later, he looked at the baldy who was pacing back and forth in the living room. He adjusted his emotions and tried to force a smile on his face even though he really wanted to sleep. "Hi, Obie, you're here."
Obadiah stopped and looked at Tony with a look of concern. "Why do you look so tired? Did you stay up all night to work on your cars again? "
Tony laughed and said, "It's nothing, just some entertainment last night. You know what I mean."
Obadiah's eyes flickered.
He, who had been paying attention to Tony, knew that he hadn't been looking for a woman recently.
But his expression remained the same, and he continued to nag as usual, "Those cover girls again? Tony, I've said it before, those are just little b * tches who are putting on a show. You … "
Tony quickly raised his hand in surrender and stopped this cliché topic. He had long remembered Obadiah's words, such as "They're just after your money," "They want exposure," and "too many scandals are not good for the company's stock price."
"Obie, let's get down to business!" Tony changed the topic.
Obadiah sighed helplessly. "Fine, you know everything, but you just don't want to hear it."
Tony smiled awkwardly. I can recite all this backwards. There's no point in saying it.
Obadiah paused for a moment and said, "I'm here about the Jericho missile."
Tony was at a loss, but Jarvis reminded him through his earpiece, "Sir, you asked Miss Potts to submit a proposal for the Jericho missile last month to deal with the shareholders' inquiries."
The tycoon immediately remembered and nodded with a smile. "Yes, what's wrong with the shareholders?"
Obadiah said, "Tony, the proposal you gave me is basically just an idea. They need to know how the missile is progressing with the resources you've used recently. You haven't updated the research in the company's database for the past month, which makes them very uneasy. "
Tony frowned. "It's only been a month. What do they want?"
Obadiah smiled bitterly. "But in the past month, the resources and spare parts you've transferred from various departments in the company have cost more than 1.2 billion dollars. They won't be at ease without any progress. "
This time, the shareholders of Stark Industries really couldn't be blamed for being timid.
A few years of research on a missile would be considered short.
The key was that the tycoon was spending money at a speed that once again exceeded the shareholders' bottom line, as well as Obadiah's.
Given how Tony was spending more than a billion dollars a month, Stark Industries wouldn't be able to break even if the American military didn't order a few billion dollars worth of goods after the missile was developed.
The American military would have to worry about where to throw such a large number of missiles.
Any war required benefits, and a war required more than just missiles. Even the expenditure of missiles was only a small part of the total cost.
The United States hadn't made any big moves recently, and didn't need that many missiles at all.
Tony, however, didn't care too much.
He had spent a lot of money on research, and a billion dollars really wasn't much.
His mind was focused on the big toy, and he didn't have the time to pay attention to the shareholders.
How could Tony's perfunctory attitude fool Obadiah, who had watched him grow up?
The bald bigshot's heart twitched. He knew that he couldn't persuade the tycoon.
It wasn't that his heart ached for the tycoon, but for the money.
Obadiah could only make a decision in his heart.
It wasn't a recent decision, but Tony's success in leading Stark Industries' weapons development team had made him constantly postpone it.
Now that the terrifying expenditure of 1.2 billion dollars a month had broken the balance in his heart, he didn't want to delay it any longer.
After saying a few more platitudes and telling Tony to show him the progress of the Jericho missile as soon as possible, Obadiah got up and left.
Looking at the beach house gradually disappearing in the rearview mirror, he thought to himself, Goodbye, Tony.
Tony was oblivious to the change in Obadiah's mind.
As soon as the bald uncle left, he immediately went to his bedroom.
As for the Jericho missile, naturally, it was just a waste of time.
There was no need for Tony to explain his actions to those idiotic shareholders.
Forget it. He would take some time to finish the Jericho missile and fool those shareholders so that they wouldn't keep disturbing the research on the Iron Man armor! He sighed and made a difficult decision.
…
The next day, Luke completely skipped work, which was rare.
Selina went to the police department to help him with the case, and he rented out a temporary safe house and pulled over a batch of renovation materials to start work.
He didn't go home until late at night.
Selina had finished training. When she saw him return, she simply asked, "Are you busy tomorrow?"
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