Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

"What did he mean by what he said just now? The second smartphone operating system? Is the Stark Group planning to open up new businesses?"

"Stupid, the latter is the key point - the highest price wins, which means that other technology companies can spend money to license, or pay to buy this operating system."

"I understand that the focus is on the latter, but Stark Group's existing product line has the largest market share and the highest profits. Why should it destroy its future and launch a second operating system?"

When asked here, the reporter who gave it just now kept silent, turned around and ran back to the news car, urging the driver to drive back to the headquarters.

Colleagues are enemies, and I wish the other party would go bankrupt sooner.

The kind reminder just now was purely a subconscious operation. Now that I have reacted, I will not make any more mistakes.

Facts have proved that most of the people who can be reporters are talented people. After the first person, many people reacted one after another, got in the car and went straight to the headquarters.

Only one person was still standing there blankly, staring at the photographer, as if he hadn't realized it yet.

It wasn't until all the news trucks disappeared on the highway that she slowly put down the phone and stretched.

The cameraman covers himself with the camera and swallows secretly.

This team is the two people who interviewed "Fat House" on the first day.

After working together for a year, the female reporter knew that the photographer was an LSP, so the free welfare time ended in one second.

He raised the latest Stark phone in his left hand, the screen was displayed in a video call, and the crackling keyboard on the opposite side kept ringing.

The female reporter asked: "Keyboard Man, is the manuscript ready? This time, it must be released before other TV stations. Whether you can get a promotion or a salary increase depends on today. I warn you..."

After learning the lesson of the day, the female reporter used her mobile phone to call her colleagues during the interview on a whim, and wrote the manuscript while interviewing, which was very efficient.

"Stop, stop, stop, I'm a reminder of you. You've finished writing. I'll check it out soon. Don't worry, it will delay you from going to the hospital to save the big baby."

A boy with dark circles and four eyes appeared in front of the camera, and said impatiently.

"Faker, which bastard told you that?"

After cursing, the female reporter suddenly turned around, just in time to see the photographer sneaking away from behind:

"Fuck, Billy, you said you wouldn't tell anyone, go to hell."

She glanced around, picked up a pebble in the green bush, and threw it at it.

"Crackling."

The stone bounced off his leg, and Billy turned around with a flick of his calf. He laughed and said:

"There are only five people in the whole company, one boss, one accountant, one keyboard warrior, one reporter, and me, the only photographer. Besides me, who else can you team up with."

"Fack~~~"

The female reporter was at a loss for words, but the photographer went on to say:

"And the boss is your uncle, the finance is your aunt, the keyboard warrior is your cousin, and I am your cousin. Among the five of them, I am the lowest. Who else can you control besides me?"

Female reporter: "..."

"Destroy it. If you're tired, hurry up."

She stormed back to the car without saying a word.

……

There was another person who was as excited as the reporter, the head of the anti-monopoly department, Mediterranean Sea.

When Under Armor announced the news, he was writing the results of the negotiation on the department's external account.

In words, he praised Stark's department and the head of the legal department, Under Armor, saying that he is a representative of the federal legal profession and has the qualifications of the next federal justice.

After he finished writing, he was about to publish it when there was an exclamation from the bus:

"My dear, what's going on?"

The cry attracted everyone's attention, and everyone raised their heads to ask questions.

"Roy, what happened?"

"Roy, keep your voice down. We didn't sleep last night. We're exhausted."

"Yes, we'll talk about it after we get off the bus."

The young man named Roy didn't answer. He stood up "crazyly", ran from the back to the front of the car, put the phone in front of the Mediterranean Sea, and said solemnly:

"Minister, something serious has happened."

The Mediterranean was startled by the sudden appearance of the mobile phone. Just as he was about to start spraying, his eyes were attracted by the content on the screen, and he couldn't help but read out:

"Mr. Under Armour, the legal representative of the Stark Group, announced at 13:10 that the Stark Group officially launched the second smartphone operating system—Android..."

One hand reached out to grab the phone, and the voice became louder and louder. Soon the people around heard it, and the front of the car fell into silence.

"The bidding ceremony will be held at 13:00 next Monday, and the highest bidder will win."

After reading the last sentence, the car immediately started chattering.

"What does he mean by this? Didn't he just sign a contract with us and decide to give up 20% of the market share? Why did he release the new system so quickly?"

"Yes, this is fraud, so he's not afraid of us suing Stark Industries?"

"The Stark Group is crazy? Dare to openly confront the Federation?"

"Could it be fake? Give me a call and ask?"

Everyone was talking about it, and the car was as messy as a vegetable market.

"Okay, be quiet, we will discuss the specific situation when we go back, and we all shut up now."

Mediterranean stood up to stop everyone. His red face showed that his mood at the moment was not as calm as he said.

Everyone thought of the scene when the minister was defeated when signing the contract. They curled their lips and did not protest. They lowered their heads and pretended to sleep.

Mediterranean snorted and returned the phone to his subordinate, patted his shoulder and sat down.

After sitting down, it took out its hands immediately, and deleted the second half of the manuscript, only keeping the content of the failed negotiations of the Stark Group.

He has worked in antitrust for many years and can analyze the meaning of Under Armor's words at a glance.

Although our Stark Group lost, we gave up 20% of the market share.

But currently, only Stark Group has developed a smartphone system.

In this case, I will develop another one, authorize a certain company to use it, and then open up some customization permissions.

As a result, smartphone companies on the market will surely flourish, and the Stark Group will naturally not be suspected of being a monopoly.

Thinking further, the entire process of smartphones, from raw material procurement, processing, production, and assembly, is controlled by the Stark Group.

If other companies want to manufacture and sell normally, they have to go to Stark Group.

To put it in layman's terms, the company that purchased the Android system is a high-level wage earner. Not only is the profit conservatively estimated to be divided by 50%, but even the cost is decided by the Stark Group.

Stark seemed to lose this time, but he actually won.

Thinking hard!

However, what does this have to do with me, I am just a low-level wage earner!

The Mediterranean comforts itself like this.

The Stark Group anti-monopoly incident is basically over, and a crisis has been turned into an opportunity to make a lot of money.

The sun sets and the moon rises.

The lights in downtown Los Angeles are brightly lit, the new presidential palace is under construction in full swing, and the machines are running rumblingly 24 hours a day.

On the top floor of the nearby Nevis five-star hotel, Killian stared through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ever since he saw the ninja's killing spree in Tennessee last time, he thought that the big manor in the suburbs was not reliable at all.

Not only did the police arrive slowly, but they were all old guys with gray hair who were about to be buried.

It's late at night, the wife and children are hot on the bed, and suddenly they get a mission and come out to fight.

It's so pitiful to think about.

Although I, Killian, do all kinds of crimes, including murder and arson, I am still a very kind person in my heart.

Although not much.

So he chose to move downtown to escape.

The security of the five-star hotel itself is not weak. Coupled with his status as a billionaire, the hotel pays more attention to it. There are security guards patrolling downstairs 24 hours a day.

Coupled with the 10 bodyguards he brought himself, the security was finally guaranteed.

He would never admit that the most important reason for choosing the Nevis Hotel was that the Presidential Palace was being built next door.

Explosion-proof vehicles are deployed 24 hours a day, and they arrive downstairs within 30 seconds after the gun goes off.

No matter how arrogant Stark is, he would not dare to commit a crime under the nose of the Federal Presidential Palace...right?

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang, and the two security guards sitting in the living room immediately got up, drew their guns, and walked to the door separately from left to right.

The two looked at each other, and the person on the left asked, "Who?"

A scholar's unique voice sounded outside the door, gentle and knowledgeable: "It's me, your chief financial officer, Jino."

The sound is right.

The two nodded to indicate safety and opened the door.

Jino is wearing a business suit, neat and stylish with no wrinkles, and his tie and hairstyle are meticulous.

Coupled with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, the temperament of a university professor blows across his face.

Of course, people who think this way are either dead or on the way to death.

The two security guards knew exactly what kind of evil was hidden under this seemingly gentle face.

Therefore, the two did not underestimate each other, and moved their steps slightly to the sides to make way.

Gino put down his glasses and went straight into the living room, walked to and stood behind Killian.

"Boss, Vice President Layden has been deposed. Since the security guard of the villa was killed by Stark's men, he has taken the whole family to live next to the police station. He refuses to leave no matter what, and he will not reply to messages."

"Wife doesn't work? Kids don't go to school?"

"My wife resigned, and my child took online classes at home, and at the same time hired a private teacher."

"Then just let our people pretend to be teachers, or bribe teachers. It's not the first time we've done this. How simple."

"Well, it may not be possible. Raiden posted a post on social networks. It probably means that if he or his family members die unexpectedly, someone will publish something online."

"Fack! Damn Lark, damn Stark's phone." Killian couldn't hold back and broke the defense.

He punched the tempered glass, and a red light flashed across his face.

After a while, he turned around and asked Jino to sit down on the sofa. He got a glass of wine for him and pushed it over.

Jino did not accept the drink and waved his hand: "No, I just quit smoking recently."

The other party refused to drink, and Killian did not force it, but was shocked by the news that he quit drinking.

"Quit drinking? Are you kidding me? Who in this town doesn't know that the drinking king, Jino, once drank for a day and a night, knocked down the entire bar and walked away? I don't believe it."

Killian shook his head and leaned back on the chair, crossing his legs.

"I'm really quitting. If you don't believe me, just ask other people. It was the last time I drank."

"Well said, it's a pity that you live alone, let me ask someone."

"..."

Gino pushed his glasses, and decisively chose to change the subject: "Boss, let's get down to business. The last batch of test bodies is almost used up. If we don't replenish the supply, the laboratory will last for a week at most."

Hearing this, Killian's scalp tingled for a while, and his failure in Tennessee last time caused a series of reactions.

I don't know which guy leaked the secret, but the picture of the ninja attacking the manor was seen by the boss who was in charge of providing the "goods".

On the same day, it said on the Internet that the money and the goods are cleared, and I will never see you again.

Sending another message shows that the account has been blocked and the account has been cancelled.

The speed is comparable to that of the mistress who is about to be captured. She packs her clothes in one second, hides on the balcony in two seconds, and disappears after three seconds.

outrageous.

As the saying goes, the person who knows you best is your enemy.

People who are in the business of human traffickers soon got news, and when they heard the three terms of Dark Knight, Hotel, and Stark Industries, they collectively blacklisted Killian.

I can't afford to offend you, I'm hopeless, don't bother me.

For the first time, Killian had a preliminary understanding of the deterrent power brought by the word Lak.

"Neon, Russians, Southeast Asia, have you asked?"

"I asked, and Neon said that they have been living a good life recently and will not interfere with this matter; the Russians beat up our people and threw them into the stinking ditch; there was a team in Southeast Asia who agreed to cooperate. but……"

"It's nothing, it's just money, Jia, as long as the experiment can be completed, it's worth any amount."

After two bad news in a row, he suddenly heard that one family agreed to cooperate. Killian clapped his hands and said that money was not an issue.

Jino pushed his glasses, hesitatingly said: "But...he's gone."

"Gone? What do you mean?"

"At noon, the leader of the other party received the deposit. That night, civil strife broke out in the organization. The leader was chopped up and fed to the sharks."

"...Then contact the new leader. I only want the goods. It doesn't matter who I work with."

"The new leader and the survivors were fished out of the sea on the third day. Their bodies were already swollen."

"..."

Killian opened his mouth, but found nothing to say.

Leaning back on the sofa, he poured wine into his mouth mouthful.

This is why he doesn't like to cooperate with small organizations. There is a lot of money, a lot of things to do, and it is easy to overturn.

In short, it is very troublesome.

This is not the way to go, the experiment must continue, everything I have is stuck on it... Killian turned the wine glass and thought about countermeasures in his mind.

After a while, he asked himself and answered: "Do you want to try contacting the local gang?"

"No."

"No."

The two vetoed it with one voice.

The boss of smuggling shunned when he heard the word Stark, let alone the local gang.

If you cooperate with them, maybe the police and ninjas will arrive as soon as the deposit is received.

Don't question Stark's dominance on the dark side of the Federation.

Although he himself does not pay attention to this aspect.

Although I am not in the world,

But the world is my legend.

When Killian was at a loss, Gino, a frail scholar, pushed his glasses and said:

"I have a proposal, but it's more dangerous, and it's easy to overturn the car. Do you want to listen to it?"

"Let's hear it, there's nothing I can do anyway."

"The alien invasion caused a large number of casualties some time ago. Many people lost their families and became disabled. We can use free treatment as an excuse to trick them into coming to the company and signing contracts. Anyway, they are all bereaved and homeless. Even if a person disappears suddenly, no one will notice."