"...Well, where am I?" Tony, who had just woken up from his coma, was a little dazed when he looked at the cute face of Baymax in front of him (●—●).
"Sir, you just suffered a minor soft tissue contusion from an unknown collision. I've already treated the affected area. You are currently in the garage at 10880 Mabry Harbor, zip code 90265."
"You're awake, Dad. You've been lying there for a long time. I'm already having lunch." Mark walked down from the living room upstairs with one of Tony's favorite cheeseburgers in his hand.
"Is there a share for me?" Tony shook his head and didn't feel any discomfort. It seemed that Baymax had completed the task perfectly once again.
"One hundred dollars, thank you." Mark smiled like a profiteer.
…
After lunch, Tony and Mark returned to the design and development work. This time, Tony did not continue to manufacture other parts of the suit, but added a balance stabilizer to the hand armor in the design drawing.
"Hehe, in the end you still have to listen to me!" Mark suddenly appeared with a smug expression.
Of course Tony refused to admit defeat. Otherwise, how could he maintain his father's authority? "Hmph, what do you know? This is the result I got from my own experiment this morning. It's a far cry from your empty advice!"
Mark shrugged and shook his head. Facing a scoundrel like Tony, he felt helpless. Moreover, Tony's own actions to maintain his father's dignity gave people the feeling of a child throwing a tantrum.
"By the way, Dad, you have to do me a favor. I have completed the design of my mecha, but there are some equipment and materials that I need you to help me get through Stark Industries' channels."
"Send the list to Pepper, she will help you. You really don't want to let me see your design drawings? I can give you some advice." Tony felt a little itchy when he heard that Mark had completed the design drawings. After all, he knew very well his son's strength in science and technology.
"No, no. If I show it to you now, there won't be any surprises. And I had a brilliant idea yesterday, and I can't let you steal it."
Seeing that there was nothing he could do, Tony said nothing, rolled his eyes and continued to perfect his balance stabilizer.
Ding Dong!
Ding Dong!
"Well, Jarvis, who's here?" After an unknown amount of time, Mark, who had been immersed in his own [Transformers Project], was interrupted by a sudden doorbell and stopped researching.
"It's Miss Potts."
After hearing Jarvis's answer, Mark turned to look at Tony on the other side and found that his father was still immersed in his research as before. "Let Sister Pepper come down directly."
"Mr. Stark, I've been ringing the bell. Didn't you hear the intercom?" Pepper came down the stairs holding a box and a cup of coffee.
"Sorry, I was too focused. Is there anything wrong?" Tony was communicating with Pepper while fiddling with the balance stabilizer in his hand.
"Mr. Obadiah is waiting for you upstairs."
"Okay, I understand. I'll be right up."
"I thought you said you weren't making weapons anymore?" Pepper asked puzzledly when she saw the prototype of the balance stabilizer on Tony's arm.
"It's not a weapon. It's just a flight stabilizer. It's not harmful at all."
Zizz—boom! The air wave from the stabilizer pushed Tony against the wall, and the tools in the garage were messed up.
To prove what he said, Tony demonstrated it to Pepper. Now it seems that the result is not so harmless. "It was an accident..."
"What's wrong, Uncle Obi, things aren't too bad, are they?" Tony came into the living room from the garage and asked Obadiah who was fiddling with the piano.
"If you're just saying I brought you pizza from New York, that doesn't mean things aren't bad."
"You're right, it's hard to explain." Tony picked up a piece of pizza and started eating. "I've been doing experiments in the garage all day and I'm really starving. Can I ask Mark to come out and eat with me?"
"Please, this is your home. But I have to tell you that at today's board meeting, the directors determined that you have post-traumatic stress disorder and passed a ban to that effect."
"What? A ban!"
"Yeah, they're going to kick you out."
"Why?" Tony wiped the grease from his mouth. "Because the stock price dropped 40 percent? This kind of thing happens all the time—"
"It's 56.5 percent," Pepper corrected.
"It doesn't matter, we own the controlling stake in the company!"
"Tony, but the board has its rights. They believe that you and your new R&D direction are not beneficial to the company."
"This has always been my decision, my job, my company - never mind, I'm going to the workshop." Tony took the whole box of pizza and stood up to leave.
"Come on, Tony, Tony! Look, Tony, I'm trying to turn the situation around, but you have to give me something, something that will convince them. I can help you find an engineer to draw some sketches or something, after all, the Ark reactor is very complicated. That way I can use it to kill time..."
"No, no, absolutely not!" Tony interrupted him forcefully. "I'll do this project. That's it. Forget about anything else, Obie. If they want to see something, they can take a good look at the gift Mark gave Pepper. That's our secret weapon for entering the medical field."
After saying that, Tony returned the pizza the other party brought and left without looking back.
"Hey, why don't you give Mark two?"
"Okay, thank you." Tony turned around and took two more pizzas and walked down to the garage again.
"Tony, do you mind if I go down and see what you're doing?" Obadiah tried desperately. He was not interested in any health consultant who could save lives. What he wanted was weapons of mass destruction.
"Goodnight, Uncle Obie, and thanks for the pizza."
…
"Good evening, Sister Pepper."
Seeing Mark peeking out, Pepper stopped what she was doing and looked at him: "Good evening, what are you doing secretly?"
"I'm watching to see if that bearded guy has left."
"Come out, he's gone. What do you want from me?"
"Something's going on, something's going on!" Mark nodded vigorously, clearly not wanting to come to the temple for no reason. "Did the acquisition of Stark Group's shares go smoothly today?"
"Don't worry, retail investors in the stock market are eager to sell their Stark shares right now. Just today, they used the $400 million in your account to buy nearly 2% of the shares. This was done to avoid being noticed and trigger a rebound for the Gu family. If they went all out, they might be able to buy up all the scattered shares today."
"Hehe, thank you Sister Pepper for your help." When Mark thought of the future value of these stocks, he couldn't help but laugh, and drool unconsciously flowed from the corners of his mouth.
"Okay, we have such a good relationship, you don't have to be polite to me. Was I polite to you when I accepted Nini?"
"It's two different things. It was just a piece of cake for me, but you have to sacrifice your own rest time to help me. But since you said so, sister, I have another polite request..."
"Just say it, why are you still so shy?" Pepper, who was wearing a light yellow dress, reached out and ruffled Mark's fluffy hair.
"I'm currently developing a new project and need to purchase some equipment and materials through Stark Industries. Dad told me to contact you. I've already sent the list to Nini's server."
"Okay, I'll take it to the company's purchasing department tomorrow to apply for it for you. Is there anything else? If not, I'll go home after get off work."
"No more, good night, Sister Pepper!"
"Good night!"
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