Hearing Obadiah call for him to tee off, William, who was chatting happily with D 'Dario, took the opportunity to plant a kiss on her face.
Then, under the blushing D 'Dario's coquettish pout, he took the number one club, the ball, and the small pedestal from the caddie.
Putting the club under his arm, he put on his gloves and looked in the direction of the green as Sunday's commentary and tips rang out in his ears.
Before hitting the ball, all he had to do was listen to the trajectory and strength of the shot. Even if Sunday hadn't said anything, the caddie behind William would have, so this wasn't cheating.
When he placed the tee and the ball on the grass, there was a sudden flash of light from the side. He turned his head to look at the hill eight or nine hundred meters away and saw that there were no less than ten paparazzi with telephoto cameras.
There were even a few people with radio station logos on their vests, and they were busy setting up telephoto cameras.
Seeing William look into the distance, everyone couldn't help but follow his gaze.
Stark, who was wearing smart glasses, quickly realized who the group of people were. Anger flashed across his face, and he was about to instruct his bodyguard, Happy, to get someone to chase them away.
But then he suddenly remembered that if he could see so far, anyone would know that there was something wrong with the glasses he was wearing.
The field manager put his hand on his forehead and took a few glances. He then took the binoculars from his subordinate, but then his face darkened.
These people actually knew where the sidelines of the field were, and they weren't on the field at all, which made it impossible for him to chase them away.
William scanned the area with his mental strength and confirmed that no one was holding a sniper rifle. He then smiled at the frowning Lahn. "Forget it, let them stay there."
Since he had revealed the combat robot to Stark, he might as well remind him to research drones.
If this guy was stronger, he would be able to solve more problems, so he wouldn't have to do everything himself.
Pretending to take out his phone, Luke scanned his surroundings, and a virtual projection appeared in front of everyone.
"Sunday, send out delta-winged drones to monitor the surrounding hills and make sure there are no ulterior motives."
"Understood, sir. The drone carrier has been sent out."
The spaceship hovering in the clouds thousands of meters above the ground released four delta-winged drone carriers.
The aircraft carrier, which was only the size of a suitcase, descended to an altitude of a hundred meters. Under the gaze of dozens of people, sixteen book-sized delta-winged drones popped out.
It sent out a red scanning wave towards the ground, then spread out in all directions, monitoring all the surrounding mountains, and then cruising back and forth.
Looking at the data of the delta-winged drone displayed on his smart glasses, Stark began to blame himself.
This thing was not difficult for him at all. What was rare was that moment of thought. In the past, he was busy chasing girls and only had eyes for cutting-edge technology. He had never thought of miniaturizing drones.
However, thinking about how William was the one who came up with the delta-winged drone, it would make sense if he stole the design for his own use.
However, if they were to sell their products to the US, they would be blatantly ignoring William.
This time, he did not care whether William would discover that he was wearing smart glasses or not. As soon as he walked to William's side, the other shareholders also followed him.
Before Stark could speak, Dadario, who was standing next to William, took a few steps back and walked towards Little Pepper. Perhaps he was frightened by the group of people surrounding him, or perhaps he had good eyesight to begin with.
Everyone could not help but show a look of praise. After looking at her for a while, Stark whispered, "Buddy, how's the battery and smart system of this thing?"
It was easy to talk about technology with people like Stark. Drones had been around for a long time, and they had even been around for eight or nine years.
Moreover, in the past few years, there had been laboratories that had begun to research military drones that were as miniaturized as the delta-winged drone.
Although it weighed dozens of kilograms and could only last for about twenty minutes, after this idea came out, the delta-winged drone would no longer be William's exclusive weapon in a few years.
However, it was not that simple to make it as large as the delta-winged drone and last for dozens of hours.
Also, after the miniaturization, it would take a lot of time to study if he wanted to not only shoot but also attack.
Not to mention the control console that combined the controller and the display, it was completely different from the full artificial intelligence control.
Therefore, William did not care about the problem of the delta-winged drone being exposed at all. There were too many difficulties to overcome.
If it were not for the fact that he could teleport at will, the delta-winged drone that only had a speed of about 800 kilometers per hour would not be able to keep up with the demand.
Moreover, he had a ball-shaped detector in his hand, a finger-sized Black Edge drone, and an even more advanced one, a bean-sized spider robot.
In addition, he also wanted to see what kind of drone Stark would come up with.
Now that he was generous enough to let him borrow at will, Stark would not be long-winded when he borrowed the drone that he came up with in the future.
William smiled and said to Stark, "This thing is not difficult for you, and I'm not that stingy. You don't have to tell me if you want to build it, but don't expect me to tell you about the battery and other technologies."
Seeing that William said that he would not cooperate on technology, everyone could not help but look at Stark.
"It's not difficult to build this kind of drone, what's difficult is the time it can stay in the air." Stark thought for a moment. "The miniaturization can only use batteries."
When it came to batteries, everyone couldn't help but think of electric cars and balanced cars, as well as the new batteries provided by the Devonshire Group for mobile phones all over the world.
This motherf * cker, William was ahead of him again.
Obadiah and the other eight shareholders all looked at Stark with disappointment.
Since this bastard said that it was not difficult, that meant that if he wanted to build it, he could have built it a few years ago. Otherwise, they would not be weaker than William.
Stark rubbed his nose awkwardly. "I've been busy with the research and development of the egg and satellite positioning for the past few years, and I also have to manage the company. How could I have so much time and energy?"
Obadiah and the others rolled their eyes at him. Most of the time was spent on the cover girl, so of course there was no time.
Seeing that everyone did not believe him, Stark rolled his eyes and looked at the delta-winged drone hovering over the various mountains in the distance. He suddenly asked, "Has this thing been eliminated by you?"
"Hahaha." William knew that Stark wanted to change the subject. He looked at him and saw the look in Stark's eyes that was asking for help. He shrugged and said,
"The delta-winged drone was designed about seven years ago. After I built two thousand of these things, I only used about a thousand of them in the past few years. After that, I stopped producing them. It's indeed a little outdated."
"Consumption?"
Everyone immediately noticed this word, and Stark immediately thought of something and said, "You use this kind of thing as a self-destructing attack machine?"
Without waiting for William to answer, he said excitedly, "That's right, if it's only for surveillance purposes, there's no need to produce two thousand of them.
And this thing doesn't look expensive at first glance. "He lowered his head and thought for a few seconds before saying in agreement," A drone only costs tens of thousands of dollars, so it won't hurt if it blows up.
In a small-scale battle, hundreds of these drones appear in the sky, and the probability of paralyzing a base is higher than a missile bomb, and it's more cost-effective.
I just don't know which unlucky guy you used to blow up the sky with a swarm of drones. "
When everyone heard this, they quickly imagined in their minds that if they encountered dozens or even hundreds of densely packed drones rushing down from the sky, everyone instantly shuddered.
Even the most advanced bulletproof car can't stop dozens or hundreds of grenade-like bombs.
Moreover, this kind of drone is only the size of a book. Any small truck can carry hundreds of them. If they encounter them unprepared in the city, they will definitely die without knowing why.
This time, everyone looked at William with even more fear in their eyes. Then someone thought that this thing can't be sold.
If they really sell it, they don't know how much money they can make, but this is tantamount to giving everyone a demonstration. As long as they have a little technological strength, they will research in this area.
When the time comes, they won't be able to earn much money, and they or other important missions will become the targets of the drones.
"Hurry up and put this thing away. Before we come up with a defensive method, we can hide it for as long as we can. It's better than not earning much money and being used on us instead."
"It's useless. Just like Stark said, this thing is the trend in the future. A missile bomb costs tens of millions, and a simple version of this thing might only cost a few thousand dollars."
William shrugged. "Moreover, there are already laboratories that are researching in this direction. They're almost done with a one-meter long and weighing tens of kilograms." "That's right." William nodded and continued, "Moreover, there are already laboratories that are researching in this direction.
"Then how do you plan to guard against this thing?"
William smiled and stretched out his left hand, revealing the watch on his hand, "Just interfere with or block the wireless signals around you."
"Explosive detection watch?"
As soon as Richard finished speaking, he also stretched out his hand, revealing a detection watch worth a million pounds. "Damn it, William, are you planning to upgrade your old product and continue to cut meat from us rich people?"
"This kind of sales technique seems to be what American companies like the most." William pursed his lips and sneered. "Claiming that a chip that has been developed for a long time is a new technology, and using it in a new generation of products, you can reap another wave of profits through advertising."
"If you can use it, why can't I?"
"But we sell weapons, and you turn around and sell things that can save your life. Not only did you destroy our platform, but you also left us with a bad reputation."
Stark said with a serious expression, "And you reap wave after wave of wealth and gain the gratitude of even more people."
"Stark Industries is an arms company. If you don't sell weapons, do you sell defensive products?" William didn't care about Stark's words. He smiled and said, "You really don't plan to buy a new type of detection watch?"
"No need." Stark chuckled. "With an idea, this thing shouldn't be difficult. When the time comes, I'll invent it myself and use it myself. Even if I give it to a few friends for free, you won't be able to sue me even if you want to."
"Don't worry, use it yourself. I definitely won't say anything." William narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Shouldn't we start the competition?"
Stark and the others immediately thought that if they did this, they wouldn't be able to cooperate with William in other aspects in the future.
The loss wouldn't be just a little bit of money.
However, if they wanted to get the technology from William, it seemed that other than Stark's shares, they could only wait for Stark to study it.
Now, except for Obadiah, all the other shareholders looked at Stark.
This made Stark, who didn't have any sense of crisis, instinctively reject the idea that he would have to spend all his time in the laboratory in the future.
Moreover, he was confident that he was a genius, but he wasn't an all-rounder. He couldn't create anything he wanted.
Some technologies might be easy for him to come up with, but for some fields he wasn't good at, who knew how much time it would take and how much brain cells it would take to study them.
Only when faced with a crisis that threatened his life and the future of humanity, would he focus on upgrading his weapon.
Obadiah, on the other hand, was thinking about something else. In his opinion, not only was William much better than Stark, he was also so prolific in his technological inventions that it was dizzying.
Coupled with his control of Stark Industries, it was about to become his inner demon. Also, there were some things that had to be done.
When he received a call from Little Pepper saying that Stark was going to the desert base, he had already leaked the news to the new leader of the desert rebels.
William had also said that for the sake of the Devonshire family's reputation, it was impossible for him to take charge of the military industry group. Even when it was clearly an opportunity to make a lot of money, he was reluctant to buy back the shares, and only bought back 3%.
Obadiah couldn't help but think that after Stark died, they could divide up some of the shares and use the rest as money to buy the technology.
After William's shares increased, if the biggest shareholder died unexpectedly, he didn't want the shares to go to waste, or if he was unwilling to have less money, so he couldn't help but be tied to Stark Industries and take over Tony Stark's role.
Between Tony and William, who was more reliable, William undoubtedly won.
Besides, he and William were partners who had done shady business together.
The weapons they had sold to the desert over the years were enough to arm seventy to eighty thousand people. What was the relationship between Tony and William?
At the thought of the tit-for-tat between Tony and William after they met, Obadiah suddenly felt that he didn't need to consider it at all. If he had to choose between Tony and Obadiah, William would definitely be on his side.
So, when he saw the reluctance on Stark's face, Obadiah winked at the other shareholders. "Okay, there's plenty of time to talk during the game. Let's step back and let William tee off first."
The others immediately understood what Obadiah meant. They laughed and nodded as they retreated, watching William familiarize himself with the ball on the side of the table.
Obadiah whispered, "Apart from those small projects that we can work on with William alone, if we want to get the most advanced technology, I don't know what else can move William apart from shares."
Everyone thought about it and couldn't help but nod. They could talk about small projects in private, but after seeing the series of technologies in William's hands that they envied, except for a few people, everyone wanted to work on a big project first.
Moreover, they didn't have any relationship with William right now. If they talked in private, the chances of success weren't high.
"Let's get together in two days and talk about it," Obadiah said faintly. "When it comes to shares, how much to give, how to give, and who will give them are all troublesome matters.
It's not something that can be settled in such a short amount of time. It's not even something that can be discussed in a day or two. "
After everyone nodded again, Obadiah said, "Let's talk about one thing first. We can talk about the rest after we have a good starting point.
So, let's go back and think about it for the next few days. We'll meet again in three days. "
"Alright." Everyone nodded together.
Unfortunately, Obadiah didn't even think about it. For William at this time, the last thing he needed was money.
Moreover, could she believe what he said? Would he fulfill it? That depended on who it was.
At least Obadiah wasn't Gu Yi, wasn't Odin, and wasn't someone he cared about.
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