Marvel World Runaway

Nearly a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and Debbie is going to receive a long-awaited guest today, sitting on the sofa in the living room, wondering when they will come.

"Master, people are here." Sebastian walked up to Debi, bowed his head and said to Debi. Although Debi has grown a lot taller, Sebastian still looks a lot lower in comparison.

Sitting on the sofa, Debbie heard what Sebastian said, and looked up at Sebastian, "What date is it today?"

"number 27."

"Call him in." Debbie nodded to Sebastian, and then Sebastian walked out of the living room.

After Sebastian walked out, Debbie secretly thought of the 27th. The time passed really fast. Has the old man Wieland found out?

As for the person who came today, Debbie has no doubt that it is not the old man Wieland, because just this morning, Phyllis sent back a message, informing Debbie that the iron-blooded spaceship had reached the orbit of the moon, and that the pyramid on Bouvet Island had also arrived. A thermal reaction occurs.

So apart from old man Wielander's subordinates, it is estimated that no one will come to him today. Debbie is sitting on the sofa, watching TV and drinking fruit juice, very comfortable.

After a while, Sebastian led a middle-aged black man in a white suit into the living room.

"Master, someone is coming." Seeing that Debbie was still watching TV, Sebastian reminded him.

It's not that Debbie didn't notice that someone came in, but he was just pretending to be aggressive. He clearly remembered that this guy who seemed to be called Maxwell could pretend to be aggressive in the movie. Was it killed by iron blood?

"Hello, Mr. Stark, I'm sorry. I'm a little surprised at your age. I'm Maxwell." Naturally, Maxwell couldn't deal with Debbie with the attitude he used to deal with those who lack money. When Debbie opened his mouth, Maxwell took the initiative to take a step forward, and greeted Debby very respectfully.

"Hello, Mr. Maxwell, you can just call me Debbie. If I remember correctly, you seem to be the security director of Mr. Wieland, right?" Debbie introduced himself to Maxwell very politely. .

"Sit." Seeing Maxwell's somewhat surprised expression, Debbie stretched out his hand to Maxwell and said.

After Maxwell sat down, Debbie ordered Sebastian to make tea, and then started talking to Maxwell.

"I don't know why you came to see me this time? If you want to work in another place, I'm still very welcome." Debbie didn't have the embarrassment of the first meeting. Speaking of it, in this world for a year , Debbie has been trained very well. After all, in this world, in the beginning, there were not so many people to take care of him, and everything depended on him.

"Mr. Stark, I don't think there is any need for us to make such a joke. I am looking for you this time mainly because of your contribution to ancient religious studies." Maxwell obviously didn't think of Debbie's nonsense. , After two seconds of silence, he spoke directly.

Speaking of which, he himself did not suggest that Wieland arrange a mysterious religious scientist in the team. Of course, the main reason is that the outside world has not had any direct understanding of Debbie's image.

So Maxwell didn't know what kind of person Debbie was, and as far as he knew, Debbie was not short of money, and he would definitely not be so easily moved like other people.

However, Wieland said that if possible, try to invite Debbie to his team, because he feels that archaeologists may understand those ancient ruins, but it does not mean that they understand these things, so he wants a better expert. people.

Moreover, Maxwell did not expect that the very mysterious writer and religious scientist rumored by the media turned out to be one. .Well, how should I put it, a child who is not at most?

"Could it be that Mr. Wieland is planning to apply to the Nobel Prize Committee for an additional award in ancient religion?" Debbie was obviously pretending to be stupid. In fact, he knew exactly what Wieland sent this guy to invite him to do.

But Maxwell didn't know that Debbie already knew his intentions. After all, at least for the time being, only the Wieland Group discovered the ruins.

"No, no, no. Mr. Stark, I am here this time mainly to invite you to participate in an archaeological expedition funded by the Wieland Group." Well, Maxwell obviously felt that, with a teenage child so A formal conversation, a bit uncomfortable, and it seems that I am still on the weak side.

Debbie smiled inadvertently when he heard Maxwell's words, and then said to Maxwell, "Expedition? Archeology? These are obviously not my areas of expertise."

After finishing speaking, Debbie put on a somewhat embarrassed look and looked at Maxwell, as if waiting for Maxwell to make a condition.

Seeing Debbie's appearance, Maxwell sighed. Although he had already estimated in his heart that this person was not so easy to impress those small characters, but it was still a little difficult for Maxwell to accept.

"This archeology is definitely the greatest discovery in the history of mankind. If you agree to participate, Mr. Wieland agrees that you can enjoy a certain number of authorship rights in this activity." Well, Maxwell directly sent Wieland The old man's conditions came out.

In itself, according to some real academic experts, it is definitely an irresistible temptation to get some opportunities to make history in a certain field, but when it comes to Debbie, these fake things are obviously not so useful.

So when Debbie heard Maxwell's words, he didn't feel the excitement or anything that Maxwell imagined, but just hummed calmly.

"Well, I don't need any authorship rights. I hope I can bring someone to this event." Debbie said after being silent for a while. To be honest, the others also know, even if they want such authorship rights and so on. Yes, it is impossible for old Wieland not to let himself go because of one person.

But no matter what, it doesn’t look like I’m posting upside down, no, and Debbie is not interested in those authorship rights. My current title of ancient religious scientist is all based on the cheap Swish and Phyllis. Made it for myself.

Debbie wouldn't have done these things if it wasn't because he wanted to get a reasonable identity, so the conditions offered by Maxwell didn't matter to Debbie at all.

At this moment, Sebastian came out of the kitchen with a silver tray. Debbie looked at Sebastian and said to Maxwell, "It's my butler. I hope I can bring it to the event. Go to him, because I don't know if your food suits my taste, is it okay?"

Well, seeing Debbie's random decision, Maxwell suddenly felt cheated. .Is this guy really as talented as people say?

Not some liar, those books?Those papers?Maxwell thought about it for a while, and didn't worry anymore. Anyway, he didn't seem to want anything now, and if it was really about money, he probably didn't think much of the hundreds of thousands that Wieland offered.

"Of course, no problem..." Maxwell's facial muscles twitched a little, obviously a little helpless, but he did not show any strange expressions after receiving strict training.

Sebastian also saw Maxwell's expression, smiled slightly, poured tea for Debbie and Maxwell, and then stood aside again, putting on an appearance of abiding by his duties.

Maxwell finished the tea Sebastian gave him in one gulp, put the teacup aside, and asked Debbie, "Then Mr. Stark, do you have any other requests?"

"Let me think about it." Debbie drank his tea slowly, and when he heard Maxwell's question, he didn't give a direct answer, but put on a look of serious thinking.

Maxwell looked uncomfortable. To be honest, what Maxwell is most afraid of now is what kind of weird request is made by Debbie, asking for money?Want a name?It's all easy to say, but according to the personality of the person in front of him, Maxwell really can't guess what he wants.

And what about Debbie?This guy didn't even think about asking the black uncle next to him about any conditions. The only thing he was thinking about now was that the Wieland Group is really efficient, even if he only received Fei this morning. Lis their news.

In just a few hours, the old man Wieland had already started to send invitations to himself, which shows that he should have a clearer goal with his internal team.

After a while, Debbie turned her head, looked at Maxwell and said, "Mr. Maxwell, I can't think of any more requests, but you will be reimbursed for the food expenses, right?"

"Of course..." Maxwell already felt that his brain circuits couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the master in front of him. What's the matter with this damn?Can we still negotiate terms?It's not Gu Miner, so is it necessary to be so serious about the food expenses?

Maxwell felt that talking to this guy was much more difficult than the other people he had invited before.

After negotiating, Debbie asked Sebastian to send Maxwell, who was already on the verge of collapse, out.

After Sebastian came back, Debbie smiled and spoke a lot lighter, and said to Sebastian, "How is it? You are doing well..."

"Yeah." Seeing Debbie's appearance, Sebastian smiled and nodded.

"But speaking of it, their efficiency is really good. It's only been such a long time, and the arrangements are almost done." Debbie said with a sigh when he thought of the old man Wieland's efficiency.

Sebastian also nodded in agreement and said, "Indeed, it's amazingly efficient, but it has nothing to do with us. Master, don't you really need to let Felice and the others directly capture that iron-blooded spaceship?"

"No... If that's the case, what's the point of playing?" Debbie pouted, thinking that it would be difficult for him to find something to relieve his boredom in this world.