Chapter Eighty-Four: Howard, I'm here to talk about business

The next day, early in the morning.

Luke took a deep breath and lifted his head from Marlena's full chest.

The world is hot and cold, people's hearts are cold, and only ______ can provide some warmth.

"I wanted to do some morning exercises......

Seeing the corners of the eyes and eyebrows of the person next to the pillow, there was still lingering, and it seemed that he was still immersed in a sweet dream, Luke couldn't help but feel a little pity.

Despite her hard work, Marlena's workout last night wasn't a great one.

Reaching out to pull the thin quilt that had slipped off and covering the shoulders of the lovely Sicilian boy, Luke rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

After washing up, he pulled back the heavy curtains that blocked out the light, and greeted the rising sun of the new day.

"This kind of peaceful life is really desirable."

Luke began to stretch his muscles, and after becoming Superman, he still didn't put down his daily training of 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, etc.

Called for breakfast through room service.

After eating, Luke kissed the sleepy-eyed Marlena on the forehead, and walked out the door in the regular uniform of the major general.

"Stark Industries."

Getting into the black car, Luke said the location.

He's going to talk to that guy Howard about a business.

Only by having sufficient funds to maintain the normal operation of S.H.I.E.L.D. can we completely get rid of the constraints of the White House and the Pentagon.

Otherwise, the money bag is pinched in the hands of others, and he doesn't even have the confidence to speak.

Stark Industrial Building, located on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

and the Empire State Building, which currently remains the tallest building in the world.

Luke's conspicuous outfit was like a pass to unhindered travel.

"Why do you have the leisure to come and see me today, Major General Cavill - tsk, your promotion speed is even faster than the rocket!"

Howard, with his two mustaches, smiled and brought two glasses of whiskey.

The front desk had already called to say that an unusually young army major general had come to visit.

Howard thought a little bit about it and knew who it was.

"I just happened to be back to New York, so I came over. Drinking in broad daylight, you are really indulgent. ”

Luke took the glass and looked at Howard, who was cross-legged.

Because the Manhattan Project was revealed, the other party has been in the limelight lately.

Much more popular than Captain America, who is about to pass out, and Superman, who is gradually reducing the number of times he appears in public.

"You don't understand, Luke. It is a manifestation of inner emptiness. ”

Howard poured himself a sip, looking lazy as Ge You, frowned and said, "If there is really a goddess of wisdom in this world, then I think she has left me." ”

"Ever since the Manhattan Project research group was disbanded, my heart has become so empty that not even the number of women can fill it."

Luke raised an eyebrow and smiled, "It looks like you're not lightly ill." ”

"Yes, Jarvis said the same. I've even tried sleeping with three pretty chicks at once, but it still didn't work. ”

Howard looked at the ceiling with his eyes and said with a melancholy expression: "After a short period of pleasure, there is endless emptiness. It's all so boring. ”

Seeing Howard who had entered the time of the sage, Luke shook his head and smiled, the father and son of the Stark family are really the same.

The difference is that every time Tony gets drunk, he will go to the underground laboratory to fiddle with those machines and vent his inspiration and energy.

And after his father studied the atomic bomb, he seemed to have lost interest in ordinary things.

"Can the Cosmic Cube arouse your interest and regain your curiosity and vitality?"

Luke took a sip of whiskey, as if he saw a fish on the hook, and said lightly, "I remember you were very interested in it." ”

Lonely and empty, Howard suddenly turned over and sat up, his eyes instantly returned to their highlights, and he rubbed his hands passionately and asked, "When will it start?" ”

"When you join S.H.I.E.L.D. The Cosmic Cube is the highest level of containment and is not to be accessed by non-insiders. ”

Luke threw out the conditions, and now I think that it is more comfortable to think about the third generation of directors, Nick Fury.

Carter and Howard laid the groundwork, and Alexander Pearce set the frame.

When the director of the boiled egg bureau takes office, it can be said that he can sit back and enjoy the success, as long as he finds various ways to embezzle public funds.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.? The reorganized Strategic Science Corps? No problem! ”

Howard didn't think much of it, and quickly nodded in agreement.

He is in the time of a sage, and he is in dire need of a challenging puzzle to stimulate his empty mind.

Luke was satisfied, it would be nice to have Howard in there.

HR +5

S.H.I.E.L.D. research strength +5!

+10 Reserves!

"Wait, did you come to me today just to get me into S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

After nodding his head in agreement, Howard seemed to react, looked at Luke with the eyes of a scumbag, and said hatefully: "Return my touch!" ”

"The Cosmic Rubik's Cube is changed to the title of a scientific research consultant, and you don't suffer."

Ignoring Howard's accusations, Luke continued, "To get back to the point, there was something else going on when I came to you today. I'd like to talk to you about business. ”

When it comes to business and science, and women, Howard usually shows 100 percent seriousness.

He thought for a moment, then considered his words and said, "Talk about business...... Stark Industries has just won two orders from the Ministry of Defense recently, and its military factories and weapons research and development centers are basically in a state of business saturation. ”

"If you're short of money, I can ......"

"Howard, you misunderstood what I meant."

Luke waved his hand to interrupt the other party's words, as a businessman and also the helm of a military industrial complex, any judgment Howard made should be based on reasonable consideration of the company's interests.

That's right, and it doesn't make him feel dissatisfied.

"I'm not short of money."

Luke put down his glass, leaned back on the couch, and said something like this, which was a bit of a flaunting truth.

Before leaving the house, Colonel Phillips called and told him good news.

S.H.I.E.L.D. funding has been approved, and the site has been decided.

Now Luke, with a huge amount of money of 16 million, is indeed not short of money.

Tens of millions of dollars in this era are strong enough.

Although it is not his personal property, as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., embezzlement is naturally a traditional art, and there is no problem.

"Congress still gave me some face, and didn't let S.H.I.E.L.D. stay in a dilapidated building, like the FBI."

Luke said this because intelligence agencies like the FBI and the CIA could only work in a few old-fashioned apartments near the White House when they were founded, and the funds allocated for their activities were only $450,000.

Compared to them, S.H.I.E.L.D. is already very favorable.

"Well, looks like you really want to talk business."

Howard shrugged his shoulders and said with a straight attitude: "Let me hear, the youngest major general in the United States, the greatest war hero, what kind of good ideas he has to make a fortune." ”

"Does Stark Industries have any ideas for entering the communications industry?"

Luke was ready to build mobile phones and communication networks before the age of communication.

The reason why he thinks this way is simply because he is not very accustomed to this era of too backward information delivery.

In 1940, Bell Labs in the United States manufactured the first field mobile telephone.

In 1958, the Soviet engineer Leonid Kupliyanovich made further improvements to the mobile phone, reducing the weight of three kilograms to five hundred grams.

There were two brick-sized wireless telephones, and it wasn't until 1973 that Martin Cooper, an engineering technician from Motorola, developed them.

The current communications industry is like a gold mine waiting to be mined by others.