I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Yuri Orlov.

In his early years, he was active in the smuggling market, traveling to various war-torn countries to resell weapons, making a lot of money, and was known as the King of War.

Later, he corrected his evil ways (actually the big boss behind the scenes fell), changed his career from a war supplier to a weapons research and development company, and began to produce and sell on his own.

He and John's father were partners in starting the Tallan industry ten years ago.

After years of development, although the company cannot compete with Stark, it has enough loyal users and military orders.

The company now has a market value of over [-] billion and is an out-and-out money-making machine.

When Yuri Orlov saw John, his smiling face hesitated.

"Are you... John?" He said, staring at the face similar to Mrs. Wick's, "I have never seen you. In fact, if I hadn't seen the photo your father put on the table, I wouldn't have recognized it. Out of you."

"How did you take care of yourself? I almost thought you were a high school student." Olof sat down next to John very naturally. Only after he sat down did the others dare to sit down.

John saw this scene in his eyes and smiled: "This is not the first time I heard your name, Mr. Olof."

Olof laughed, "I guess Watson didn't mention me less, just like he kept mentioning his son in front of me."

"No," John shook his head, "it's my mother."

Olof, who was still smiling brightly, turned stiff.

"That incident in 1999."

"stop!"

Olof's eyelids jumped and he quickly interrupted John.

He looked around, then stood up and closed the blinds in the conference room.

After making sure there was no one else, he came to John and whispered: "Your mother didn't come over, did she?"

It seems that Olof didn't know that his father and mother were missing.

John said without changing his expression, "I'll come with them."

Only then did Orlov notice that apart from the senior management, there were two strangers.

Forgive him for being too afraid of that woman.

You need to know the life and death relationship between him and Watson Wick, that life and death came from Mrs. Wick.

He breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his right hand to Ivan, and said with a smile: "Yuri Orlov."

Ivan glanced at him and stretched out his right hand to hold it.

It's just that look that doesn't seem to take this King of War seriously.

Orlov's face was a little confused, and he looked at Ferdinand.

Ferdinand held that hand with both flattered hands, "Ferdinand Pierce, the boss's driver."

This made Orlov look better.

Sitting down again, Olof crossed his fingers on the table and got to the point and asked: "I heard you held a meeting, John?"

"Yes, Mr. Olof." John glanced at the executives, and those people lowered their heads.

"You can tell me anything you have to say," Olof said with a grin, "I founded this company with your father and know this place very well."

This is undoubtedly a demonstration.

Want to make the majestic king of war surrender to a child?

When he came out to sell... sell guns (don't get me wrong), John wasn't even born yet.

If it weren't for the sake of John's father, he would have driven the person out now.

"Really?" John said meaningfully, "Can I make Taran Industries become like Stark Industries?"

"Don't be ridiculous, John." Orlov didn't take the young man's words to heart at all.

Even before Tony developed new energy sources, their company was no match for Stark Industries.

That's a real behemoth.

"Do you really think so?" John leaned back in his chair, "This is a great opportunity."

"You need to impress me," Olof said, "if you can."

"No one has trouble with money, Orlov." John pointed at Ivan and introduced, "From now on, Ivan will become Taran Industrial Technical Consultant."

"He has all the power of the entire Taran Industrial Research and Development Department."

"Are you kidding me?" Olof frowned, "You just brought a guy of unknown origin into the conference room and announced it like this?"

"Do you think this is children's play house?"

He was very angry, stared into John's eyes, and said word by word: "I tell you, if it weren't for the fact that you are Watson's child, I would kick you out."

John smiled and said: "I'm not kidding, this is the power I have."

"That's your father's power!" Orlov roared, "Your father and I didn't create this company for you to play house!"

"Put your ear closer, Olof." John was calm, not hysterical.

Olof took a deep breath and told himself again and again in his heart whose son this was.

But he was as stiff as a brick.

John reached out to Ivan, and Ivan understood what he meant. He dug into his pocket and took out a simple box.

"The road to glory lies within."

Placing the box on the table and pushing it towards Olof, John motioned for him to open it.

Orlov dismissed it, raised his finger, and picked it lightly.

The box opened and blue light overflowed from inside.

He just glanced at it and couldn't move anymore.

Three seconds later, he pressed down on the box to close the lid, and shouted at the group of senior executives who were looking at him with disbelief: "Everyone get out!"

The management who were still waiting and watching looked at each other and walked out one after another.

After closing the door, Orlov excitedly held the box and asked in a low voice: "Where did you get the reactor?"

"Don't tell me that you kidnapped Tony Stark. I just saw him go on stage to accept the award."

Orlov thought of a possibility. Did John go to Stark's house and steal something?

"Why Stark?" John chuckled, "Can't you make it yourself?"

"Bullshit!" Orlov yelled, "That thing is only Tony Stark..."

A light flashed in his mind and he stopped talking.

Olof turned his head blankly and looked at the man with his hair cut short. The more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt.

He stretched out his finger and shook it a few times, then said uncertainly: "Ivan Vanke?"

Ivan turned his head away in disdain, crossed his arms and sat on the chair.

"Aren't you dead?" He seemed surprised to see something.

According to news reports, Ivan Vanke controlled the Iron Soldier to blow himself up and die.

The result was that he was alive in front of him, which made Orlov's mind confused.

"You said that Tallarn Industries will become the same as Stark Industries, is that true?"

Orlov, who was originally opposed to John dictating here, immediately changed his attitude.

"Aren't you afraid that his identity will be exposed and Iron Man will cause trouble for you?" John rubbed the ring with his fingers and said casually, "That's Iron Man."

"Oh my god, damn Iron Man," Orlov smiled like a good uncle, "Ivan Vanko is dead, isn't he?"

When Ivan saw this scene, he secretly thought that it was exactly what John said, rich people would do anything for money.

Orlov's facial expressions change incredibly quickly.

He put his arm around John's shoulders and said amiably: "Your father and I are best friends. Your father also has shares in this company."

A super genius who can build a reactor, Orlof would have to be insane to turn him away.

"I can give all the power of the R&D department, even shares, to let this technical consultant join Talan Industries."

Holding the reactor box like a treasure, Orlov seemed to be grasping a golden mountain.

"That's just rubbish." John snapped his fingers.

There was no movement on his part, and the box appeared in his hand.

With a casual throw, the reactor fell into Ferdinand's arms.

This scared Ferdinand quite a bit.

"And this is the real future."

Before Olof could get angry, John put down something.

Purple crystal flakes.

The magic crystal, the one he used to replace Iron Man's reactor.

John looked at Ivan and asked, "Do you have a solution to palladium poisoning?"

This question directly silenced Ivan.

Even if he had the ability to start a reactor, he would not be able to find a material that could replace palladium.

So when John threw the reactor away, he had a moment of anger.

That thing wasn't perfect, but it was made with all his heart and soul.

Ivan shook his head, "There is no substitute material at all."

Wearing a reactor, that's slow death.

So he didn't even think about surviving during the battle with Iron Man.

"This works." John chuckled, "I've tried it."

"A perfect, stable reactor with no side effects."

This sentence is undoubtedly shocking.

Ivan, who originally came just because he wanted to take revenge on Stark, quickly stood up and said, "How can you guarantee that?"

"Because I tried it in Tony Stark's reactor."

"It can replace any element," John said with a shrug.

This sentence is no less than the emergence of reactors.

"Wait, sorry, any elements?" Olof needed to calm down.

What the hell is this, magic?

Olof didn't know that an unintentional sentence in his heart revealed the truth.

"Now, are you going to shut me out, Olof?" John has not left his chair since he entered.

Orlov's expression changed. If John told the truth, then it would only be a matter of time to stand side by side with Stark Industries.

An arms company moving toward energy?

"I need to think about it."

"Time waits for no one."

John put the pocket watch on the table, "3 minutes."

Unknowingly, the leader of this meeting had completely turned to him.

Olof wandered around the conference room.

The quiet conference room made the sound of the pocket watch hands beating particularly clear.

Should you believe in giving it a try, or should you continue to be stable?

"Stop the damn pocket watch!" he yelled irritably.

John was indifferent and said calmly: "There are still 30 seconds, Orlov."

"I know, okay, I promise!"

Olof compromised. He walked quickly and sat down next to John. He stretched out his hand and said, "Let us complete this deal happily."

"To trade, you need chips." John picked up the pocket watch slowly, without any intention of shaking hands.

The former King of War was no mediocre man. He asked: "What do you want?"

"It's not for me, it's for my father." John put the pocket watch down again, and the hands on it beat like Orlov's heartbeat.

"He and I are good friends!"

"My mother mentioned that in 1999..."

"I promise, that's all I promise!"

Orlov finally agreed. After all, he didn't want to offend the woman.

He will use all his strength to Wick.

If it weren't for the temptation of the reactor and the purple crystal, he wouldn't have made up his mind.

Brothers are still clear.

John stood up with a smile and stretched out his hand, "This is a trade of equal value, Olof."

"You don't even want to call me Uncle Olof." Olof complained.

"Maybe you can wait until you are strong enough, but there is one thing you have to do now."

Orlov wondered: "What happened?"

John put down his cell phone, which contained information about the crisis facing Hammer Industries.

"Acquire it."

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