Obadiah, who was already wary of William, didn't dare show any dissatisfaction with William after the helicopter Transformer put him in his place.
But Obadiah, who was used to being a bigshot and had always been the one threatening others, instinctively thought of self-preservation when he sensed danger.
Although he didn't necessarily want to do anything, he still couldn't help but put his hand in his pocket. It was a strong electromagnetic pulse transmitter that Stark had invented and was specially made to look like a lighter. As long as it was activated at close range, it could instantly paralyze someone for fifteen minutes.
But as William looked at Obadiah's ear, Obadiah was shocked. Recalling William's achievements and methods, he hurriedly took his hand out of his pocket in fright.
William curled his lip and smiled at him. "Those little things of yours can deal with those bumpkins in the desert, but if you want to play with me, you should save it."
Being seen through by William, Obadiah, who had only subconsciously wanted to protect himself because he felt that things were out of control, hurriedly explained, "Sorry, I didn't want to do anything to you."
With that, he simply took off the two miniature shielded headphones in his ears and took out the strong electromagnetic pulse transmitter in his pocket.
"It's a gadget that Tony invented a few years ago." He threw it to William as if to show his goodwill. "He doesn't like it, but this gadget has always been my life-saving trump card all these years.
I'll bring it with me every time I'm in a meeting where I'm not sure it's safe, and it has indeed helped me solve a lot of problems. "
William looked at the strong electromagnetic pulse transmitter in his hand, which wasn't much different from a cigar lighter. Under Obadiah's gaze, he casually pulled down the telescopic switch.
"Wait, William."
Obadiah, who thought that William didn't understand and had made a mistake, was about to stop him, when he remembered that if he went over to help now, he would definitely be paralyzed by the strong electromagnetic pulse.
But when he put on the shielded headphones, William put the strong electromagnetic pulse transmitter next to his ear and shook it for a few seconds as if nothing had happened. He then turned off the telescopic switch and threw it back to Obadiah.
Obadiah took the transmitter and asked incoherently, "You, you, why are you fine?"
William pursed his lips. "Ha, you're just a second-rate person who only knows how to steal other people's work. How could you understand that technology doesn't represent everything?
As long as a person's physical fitness reaches a certain level, the current technology on Earth is just a toy to us. "
Obadiah, who was scolded by William, didn't feel the slightest disgust or anger. Instead, he was delighted to hear the words "physical fitness."
"God, I knew that after you made those armors and solved the problem of safety, you would definitely do biological research."
Putting the launcher back in his pocket, Obadiah walked over with a fawning expression and squatted beside William. "I won't ask you what you invented.
Since you have better technology, can you share the equipment that can speed up the recovery of external injuries with me and let me be the agent in the US? "
This surprised William that Obadiah, who had always looked at money, could actually resist asking him why his physique had become stronger.
"Don't you want to become stronger yourself and live longer?"
"Hehe, William, I'll tell you the truth." Obadiah chuckled. "If someone else had invented a project that could make the body stronger, I would have definitely snatched it.
But facing you, to be honest, as long as it's someone who knows you, unless they're tired of living, no one would dare to force you. "
"Haha." William laughed a few times. It seemed that his battle with the Decepticons in New York half a year ago had indeed had some miraculous effects. "I like smart bad guys like you."
However, since he wanted to deter the other party and the arms dealers behind Obadiah, he had to work harder.
Let these people completely despair, give them some hope, and rope them in with what all the rich people wanted.
He had found a project to collect a lot of money. In the future, there probably wouldn't be any military industry group in the US who would dare to go against him.
When the time came for his cell phone to enter the US, even if these people didn't help, they wouldn't dare to oppose it openly.
With one less jealous force, things would be much simpler.
And without guessing, William knew that Obadiah's goal wasn't just the side business in the desert.
"Sunday, bring me a bottle of magic wine. I want to have a good drink with Mr. Stane."
With a thought, he sent a bottle of red wine that had absorbed the natural energy in the gourd to the yacht in front of a combat robot that was in charge of sailing the ship.
Sunday quickly controlled the robot, entered the restaurant with the wine bottle, and walked out with a tray and a wine glass.
"A robot that can handle things independently?"
Obadiah glanced at the robot and immediately saw two large pistols hanging on the robot's waist. He looked at William in shock and said, "And it's a robot that can fight."
William curled his lips and took the wine glass handed over by the fighting robot. "I invented this thing four or five years ago.
If there's a need, there's probably no force in this world that can fight against me who produces tens of thousands of fighting robots on the ground. "
After saying that, William chuckled. "Let me show you a blockbuster from a few years ago." He deliberately let Sunday play a few scenes of the fighting robots cleaning up the werewolf camps in Europe a few years ago.
A 3D virtual image appeared on the deck, and rows of fully-armed fighting robots walked out of the spaceship in a neat formation.
Then, they began to clean up one werewolf camp after another with their long and short guns.
The scene entered the climax from the beginning. Bursts of gunshots, roars, and the sound of swords tearing apart werewolves' bodies. The cruelty of the battle and the one-sided slaughter scared Obadiah so much that his forehead began to sweat.
"This, this is the legendary process of you cleaning up the werewolves in Europe in the underground world?"
William smiled and nodded. After the video ended, Obadiah took a few minutes to think about the fighting robots from a few years ago. Then, he looked at the robots in front of him. They were obviously softer and more in line with human aesthetics. They looked more advanced.
"Even if you can really produce tens of thousands of these robots a day, according to the current industrial situation in England, where will the raw materials come from?"
"Why do you care where I get the raw materials?" William rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Anyway, I don't need the industrial support on Earth."
Don't need the support of Earth?
Obadiah was immediately led into a ditch by William's words. "God, Mars?"
"You've already built a base on Mars?" Obadiah shook his head fiercely. "No, no, you must have used these few years to build a complete industrial base on Mars."
"Doesn't that mean that you can build anything you want as long as you give the order?"
Obadiah was so scared that he stood up instantly.
If William had entered the military industry, it would be hard to say if the company could survive, let alone compete and stabilize the valuation.
Seeing that Obadiah was so scared that he was breaking out in cold sweat, and being blown by the cold winter wind on the surface of the sea, he was already a little unstable.
William shrugged. "More or less. If it weren't for the bad reputation of the military business, probably your related groups would have been squeezed by me to the point where the valuation would have plummeted."
"And, to be honest, no matter how good the business of selling arms companies is, the market value won't be very high in this era.
Instead of those of us who have endless weapons to fight for food on the same plate, I might as well jump to other plates and eat whatever I want, right? "
"That's right, that's right, you're absolutely right, William."
William's words were like a cardiac stimulant, instantly making Obadiah, whose head was buzzing, come back to life.
This kind of person can fight against an entire industry by himself, and the force in his hands can't be matched. Since he can't fight against him, he can only be on good terms with him, or even curry favor with him.
"The only trouble with us who sell arms is that we all have endless bullets." Seeing William nod with a smile, Obadiah continued as if encouraged.
"And it's indeed as you said. Although our profits are high, the market is still too small. Even a company that sells Coke has a market value of two-thirds of Stark Industries, which is more than 200 billion."
"William, it's indeed a wise choice for you not to enter the military industry." As he spoke, Obadiah himself felt that it wasn't a long-term solution to keep staring at the military industry.
Although it was impossible to directly give up the military business that he relied on to survive, the diversification strategy had indeed reached the point where it was on the agenda.
He couldn't help but think about the purpose of meeting William this time.
After discovering that the war was coming to an end, Obadiah, who had been keeping a close eye on Tony Stark, discovered that Tony, who held 28% of the shares in his eyes, had actually taken out 5% of the shares and secretly borrowed from the bank.
If he took out a loan at this time, wasn't it obvious that he wasn't optimistic about the future of the military business, and was planning to mortgage it at a high price and buy it back at a low price?
So, as soon as he got the news, he wanted to come to William and join forces to swallow Tony's 5% shares.
Even if the idea of getting the shares didn't succeed, as long as he convinced William to let the war continue, Tony would have to pay back the money to the bank at the cost of interest.
Also, with William's reputation and past achievements, Obadiah believed that he wanted to rope in the other shareholders.
As the biggest shareholder of the group, Tony hoped that the group's stock price would plummet, so he secretly bought more shares at a low price, harming the interests of the other shareholders.
They voted Tony out of the decision-making process, leaving him with a large amount of shares but only as a shareholder who couldn't make the decision. Also, the success rate of this was very high.
But now that William had no intention of snatching the shares from them, it wouldn't be so easy to get William to collude with them and even drive away Tony, who had tripled the company's market value in a few years.
Plus, they now mistakenly thought that William's production base was on Mars, and that he could produce whatever he wanted.
He didn't want his successor to be kicked away by William, who was interested in him, right after he pulled William into the decision-making team.
And with that, Obadiah felt that he would be thankful if William didn't deal with him, let alone take revenge.
Obadiah didn't know what to say.
At William's level, there was no shortage of people with money-making projects. A 2.5% increase in shares wouldn't allow him to control Stark Industries.
Since that was the case, he might as well stick to his reputation so that he wouldn't give off the image of a villain who swallowed up other people's industries, which would affect his network of partners' opinions of him and business in other industries.
"Sigh, what a pity." After figuring this out, Obadiah sighed. It seemed that he had come for nothing.
Hearing Obadiah say "what a pity" for no reason, William couldn't help but think of a plot in a movie.
Even if Obadiah didn't say what was on his mind, Luke could roughly guess that this baldy had come to him to join forces to deal with Tony Stark.
If this had happened a year or two earlier, William would definitely have seized the opportunity to cause trouble with Obadiah. But now?
Hehe, if he wanted to invest in Stark Industries, he might as well buy it out of goodwill with real money.
Before he went to Mars a few years ago, he had more than 20 billion pounds in cash. Now, he had 600, if not a thousand.
Also, unless he could become the top shareholder, he wouldn't be able to make the decision even if he took out tens of billions and bought 10% of the shares at a premium.
Even if he knew that Stark Industries would have a market value of more than a trillion dollars, William didn't want to do it.
Besides, whether or not anyone would sell such a large amount of shares, the Americans wouldn't agree to him, an Englishman, buying shares in Stark, the largest military conglomerate.
Not to mention that in this day and age, dollars and pounds were just numbers for him, and far less important than being the boss of a certain industry.
Looking at the dejected Obadiah, William said with a smile, "So, we can fish in peace now?"
"Alright, let's fish."
Obadiah, who was secretly glad that he hadn't said anything to William, made up his mind to curry favor with Tony when he got back. They would work together and take advantage of the break after the war to increase their shares.
Also, Tony would probably trust him even more after this friendly gesture and joint operation.
When the time came, even if William guessed something and mentioned what happened today to Tony, Tony would definitely think that William was trying to drive a wedge between him and Obadiah.
Not to mention, compared with William, William was the bigger threat to Tony.
Since he couldn't kill him in one blow, he would continue to be a good uncle and butler. Based on his understanding of Tony Stark, this flower worker would court death one day.
The only trouble was that he didn't seem to be young anymore. He hoped that he wouldn't have to wait until he was in his seventies or eighties before he found an opportunity.
But Obadiah then thought of Howard Stark, who had suddenly passed away. The impression that the founder had left on Obadiah was too powerful.
Even after Howard died, he had hesitated for many years and hadn't dared make a move on Tony.
But since Howard, the founder, could die young, then Tony, who also loved to court death, would definitely do the same.
Yes, definitely.
Obadiah, who was secretly cheering himself on, didn't change his expression, but there was still a hint of excitement in his eyes.
Holding the fishing rod in one hand, he picked up the wine glass that the combat robot handed him with the other and took a big gulp.
William, who was silently paying attention to Obadiah with his mental power, couldn't help but smile when he saw this.
Something that even the wizards couldn't help but want, not to mention Obadiah, who was rich but an ordinary person.
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