Tony went ahead with his own plan and held a small press conference, inviting several major media outlets with close ties to the Stark Group. But how could a small matter warrant such a press conference? For such a behemoth, any small move could affect the vital interests of many.
When it reaches a certain size and level, it will naturally affect too many people.
At this press conference, Tony was as uninhibited as ever. Although many people had begun to secretly circulate the news of his kidnapping, the Stark Group refused to admit it, and they could only report it as some gossip, leaving many people unaware of the true situation.
Before the press conference, many in the media thought Tony was trying to explain his recent movements to prove he hadn't been kidnapped, perhaps by fabricating an alibi. Was he actually just hanging out with some sexy women?
"I bet it's the cover girl of the latest issue."
"I'll bet on the last two issues."
Many top reporters chatted among themselves, sharing knowing smiles. Fabricating alibis was a common practice among large corporations; it was no secret. Without real evidence, who could possibly reveal anything? Not to mention that those present today were all closely connected to the Stark Group.
But unexpectedly, an explosive piece of news was dug out, and everyone was shocked.
"I'll officially transfer some of my shares." Tony pointed to the big screen, announcing his personal shareholding changes. This sort of thing shouldn't have required a press conference, but Tony went ahead and did it anyway. He was going to transfer. So what if he was a mutant? He didn't bother hiding it; it would be exposed by the all-pervasive media anyway. These people have absolutely no credibility. The more you try to hide it, the more they'll think you're up to something shady.
Tony simply exposed the situation himself. No matter what you say, you can't hurt me.
When the name "Donny" appeared on the screen, many insightful reporters were stunned on the spot. They had a keen political sense and immediately thought of the huge significance behind it and the huge storm that would follow.
The entire small conference hall exploded, and all the reporters stood up and shouted, rushing to ask Tony questions.
"Mr. Tony, could you please tell us why you suddenly gave Donnie shares? There's a rumor that you disappeared some time ago. Is this related to this?"
"Tony, are you supporting the mutant community in this way? Magneto publicly threatened all of humanity not long ago. Can you express your views on the mutant community?"
Tony ignored them, signaled to his assistant Pepper, and left. Well, this is very Tony, just like him.
Poor assistant Pepper had to face the red-eyed reporters.
Tony ignored the people with different expressions along the way and took the elevator directly to his office - an entire floor that was comparable to a luxurious villa was his office.
Donny and the others were already waiting there, drinking and chatting with each other.
"Welcome, my friends. Everything has been settled just now. You just need to sign. According to the agreement, I will give you enough shares." Tony likes to raise his eyebrows when he speaks, with one eyebrow raised and the other eyebrow pressed down. This is a habit he has formed over the years.
It has to be said that this also gave him a bit of rebellious temperament.
Donnie raised his glass and gestured to Tony.
"I'm sure I've caused you a lot of trouble. After all, I'm a mutant, and a well-known figure among them," Downey joked, subtly apologizing to Tony. Honestly, he hadn't considered the impact that day; he was only thinking about getting some shares to make money, providing him with a stable source of funds to significantly upgrade his Transformers.
Donny has a lot of ideas in his head.
Not only does he want to upgrade the existing ones, he also wants to create a Decepticon-combined Transformer. At the current stage, that is a true war weapon and killing machine.
How many could withstand the might of a behemoth twenty or thirty meters tall? Furthermore, even if a combined Decepticon's massive body was shattered, new ones could be immediately dispatched to fill its place, ensuring the combined Decepticon remained in peak condition.
Just think about it, a giant creature that is 20 to 30 meters tall and can be fully armed no matter how hard you hit it... That must be a wonderful feeling, and it can defeat all those who don't obey.
But this process would require money, a massive amount of it. Besides, wouldn't he have to acquire the necessary machinery to construct the pressure-bearing device? Wouldn't he also need a high-strength alloy? It's possible to cobble together a bunch of private cars, but Donny doubted that the massive vehicle would crush him without the enemy even needing to make a move, given the questionable quality of the materials used in private cars.
The essence of a fire-strengthened material is to attach a thin layer of fire energy to the atoms and molecules of the material. This can change the shape, but it cannot alter the order of the atomic layers themselves, at least not yet. Otherwise, he could easily transform scrap metal into a high-grade alloy.
To directly and precisely control every atom, he needs to reach at least the fourth level of peak power, just like Magneto.
Not to mention this kind of assembled Transformers, the technological content is no longer comparable to that of ordinary vehicles. It is not just about activating them with a fire source and then controlling them to climb up one by one and splice them together. Downey must at least get some relevant knowledge from the Stark Group.
Otherwise, Donnie could completely control Optimus Prime, letting him devour all kinds of vehicles and alloys without restraint, strengthening himself without limit, and eventually rushing out of the solar system and killing the entire universe, punching the planets and kicking the giant beasts, and being invincible...
Tony waved his hand nonchalantly. Although he and Donnie and the others weren't particularly close, and didn't know each other well, Tony had already gathered all their information through his AI butler. Tony knew everyone sitting there.
"I heard that there's actually another person in your team? The skinny one?" Tony gestured, then took out a few share transfer agreements and showed them to Donnie and the others.
The female doctor took the initiative to speak up and gave up accepting this thing. Tony felt sorry for himself because he paid close attention to the only woman in the group. This was his... occupational disease, well, occupational disease.
"That guy said he was going on a mission. He claimed to be the best mercenary in the world." Donny teased. The thin guy behaved strangely, but he didn't disgust them when they met him.
"The 'best' mercenary has a 4.3% mission success rate, and the tasks he completes are things like helping people look after their children at home and finding lost cats..." Tony swiped a few times at the virtual screen that appeared and pulled up the thin man's information.
Everyone was speechless. No wonder there was a 4% success rate. It was truly amazing.
"Also, I invite you to attend the shareholders' meeting. Many large and small shareholders of Stark Group will attend." Tony said.