Marvel's Great Old Ones

"You damn bitches, Bichi, didn't get rid of him! Why, now that he's back you've broken the agreement!"

In the huge office, Obadiah Stan was pacing back and forth, looking at the screen of his mobile phone with a hideous expression on his face.

Those bastards of the Ten Rings broke their agreement. Those greedy hyenas who should go to hell did not kill him for the weapons that Stark made, but only provided him with a false video.

This time, if his people in the military hadn't informed Stark that he had found him, he wouldn't have believed that Stark was still alive.

He has been providing Stark Group weapons to the Ten Rings for a while, not just to kill Tony Stark, his arrogant nephew.

Once Stark dies, who else in the entire group will be able to stop him from controlling the entire Stark Group. If it weren't for him, the Stark Group would not be as prosperous as it is today.

But all of this was ruined, all by those damn guys!

Obadiah slumped in his chair dejectedly. Stark's little secretary named Boz had already gone to the airport.

If you fail now, you will still have a chance in the future. You have been waiting for decades, and you are still so far away.

Obadiah Stan took a deep breath, regained his emotions, and began to make arrangements for Stark's return.

Since that guy is not dead yet, we can only think of ways to gain some benefits first, and the rest will be discussed in the long term.

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Although Botz couldn't understand Tony Stark's insistence on holding a press conference, he didn't put forward much opinion and directly started making phone calls to prepare.

A press conference is not just a matter of questions and answers. It also involves a lot of public relations and management, involving the direct interests of the Stark Group.

This time Stark's accident caused the Stark Group's stock to shrink a lot. If Li Xiu hadn't followed the investors to find out, someone would have gone to the rooftop to enjoy the cool breeze by now.

The next itinerary was changed. First, Stark was sent to the city to eat a cheeseburger, and Li Xiu followed suit.

Poz was still curious about the yellow man who followed Tony shamelessly. After all, this was the first time she had seen someone treat Tony Stark like this. However, Poz didn't ask any more questions. She just did her job well and was still in the car. I took out my work and started working on it.

Li Xiu felt that compared to Stark, Botz was more like the boss of the Stark Group, while Stark was just a scientific researcher with some brains.

"Is it time for you to get off the car? We are already in the city now!"

Stark walked out of the restaurant. Unexpectedly, Li Xiu got into the car earlier than him, swaggering and sitting cross-legged on the chair.

"Oh my, it's so early," Li Xiu turned a blind eye to the big clock in the store and said, "I'm playing for a while, I'm playing for a while, it's still so early, don't worry, I will never tell you about your 'hobby' Going out..."

You are clearly a threat! Looking at Li Xiu's triumphant expression as he winked, Stark took a deep breath.

Okay, you can keep it if you want, just treat it like a pet, and he doesn't need that little money.

Stark shook his head, having nothing to say to Li Xiu, and got in the car, followed by Happy with a bag of packed burgers in his hand.

"President Obadiah has arranged for reporters in advance, and they are all waiting for you now. The company's situation was very unstable some time ago. President Obadiah may want you to give those people a shot in the arm."

Botz frowned slightly and just hung up the phone in his hand, but turned to Stark to help Obadiah.

Obadiah's actions this time were a bit excessive. A person has just been kidnapped and his injuries have not yet healed. You just think of profit to drive people to do things.

In this matter, Boz was in no position to say anything, because Obadiah could be said to be doing it for the company, or at least it was a family matter, and you, an outsider, were meddling in it.

Perhaps because he just followed his wish, Stark didn't say anything when he heard Boz's explanation.

After driving for about half an hour, a Rolls-Royce stopped at the front door of the spacious venue. Dozens of reporters were preparing questions for the interview, and the photographers were snapping photos.

In the United States, the public trusts these pervasive reporters more than TV stations that like to bullshit.

These guys are really willing to sacrifice their lives for money. For money, they even dare to report the secrets of the Ministry of National Defense.

And those paparazzi, especially those in small newspapers, their professionalism is comparable to the agents in the movies, they are courageous, skilled and scheming.

The car came to a slow stop, and the reporters' eyes were fixed on the door, waiting.

"Look!" Obadiah Stan, who looked excited, came forward with a big bald head, his face always facing the reporters' cameras.

The surrounding area was surrounded by employees who were called over by Obadiah Stane. They were all clapping their hands vigorously, and some were even screaming, as if they were seeing some famous and gorgeous actress.

Kata!

The car door opened, and a man stepped out of the car with his back turned.

"Tony!" Obadiah stepped forward to give the visitor a hug.

"Hey, hey, uncle, I don't want to date you, and I have no sexual interest in you either!"

When he got out of the car, Li Xiuna was shocked. Why are all the men in Los Angeles so enthusiastic? He would give someone a hug when he met him! There are so many people here, and they are all reporters!

"Who are you? Where's Tony Stark?"

Obadiah stood stiffly on the spot. Didn't he say that Stark was back? Why was a yellow-skinned guy coming down?

"Hey, I'm here." Stark wiped his mouth with a tissue in his hand.

He was blocked by Li Xiu from getting out of the car. He and Bozi got out of the car from the other direction.

"Tony!" Obadiah ignored the unusual-looking yellow-skinned monkey.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would have made the guy who had offended him take a closer look at where he should be and where he shouldn't be.

He turned around and ran towards Stark silently, and came up with a bear hug, choking Tony Stark so hard that his face turned red.

"I thought I was going to the hospital to see you!" Obadiah's smile turned into a wrinkled chrysanthemum, and he supported Stark and looked up and down.

"No, no, I'm fine."

Stark broke away from Obadiah's embrace and looked at the cheering crowd around him in a daze. He felt a little unreal now.

The dark days in Afghanistan came back to his mind, which made his eyes a little firmer.

Happy got down from the driver's seat, still holding the packaged hamburger in his hand, and handed it to Tony.

"Hamburger, do you have to eat a hamburger?"

Looking at the high-calorie, low-end food, Obadiah's eyes flashed with a hint of disgust.

"Uh-huh,"

Tony dealt with his over-enthusiastic uncle casually, reached for a burger, and walked towards the press conference venue.

"Do you have my share?" Obadiah's old face pressed close to Tony's side, and he kept his hand on his shoulder.

"There's only one left."

Tony and Obadiah looked at each other, paused, and continued walking towards the venue.

"Has he always been like this?"

Later, Li Xiu sneaked up from behind Happy and took out a hamburger that was still warm from the takeout bag.

"Who are you talking about - hey, that's mine." Happy was diverted by Li Xiu's words, and when he lowered his head, the burger in his hand had already reached Li Xiu's hand.

"Uh-here, I'll give it back to you." Li Xiu handed the hamburger he took a bite to in front of Happy, with a proud face on his face.

Looking at the burger with traces of saliva in front of him and the proud look on Li Xiu's face, Happy hesitated and stretched out his hand.

"I ate it and you want more!"

Li Xiu suddenly retracted his hand.

"Yes, I have no choice but not to, it's mine." Happy stretched out his hand to grab the burger.

Although he didn't know where Li Xiu came from, he was able to follow Tony Stark, but through the contact along the way, he had figured out Li Xiu's temper, and he was like a child.

"Hey, no." Li Xiu avoided Happy's pursuit, finished the burger in a few bites, and ran towards Tony Stark in large strides.

Happy, who was following Li Xiu, shook his head and did not pursue the matter. He turned around and ordered people to drive the car to the parking lot, while he went to the security personnel in charge of the scene to plan the work.

Don't look at the movie where Happy is a funny fat guy who is beaten up by Natasha. There are real materials about security and fighting.

Without real materials, how could Happy become the security director of Stark Group? Even if he was a close confidant of Stark, it would be impossible.

"I've been slacking off a little while following my boss in the past few years." Happy pinched his belly, or should he still look for opportunities to do it again?

Li Xiu did not follow Stark closely. After entering the venue, he hid at the edge of the venue, took out his mobile phone and made a call to Norman Osborn.

He just remembered something very important when he saw that old guy Obadiah Stan.

That old guy is also buying shares of Stark Group. If he throws his shares on the market, that guy will definitely take them all, and it will be difficult to get the shares back then.

Even if he doesn't have enough funds, the stocks scattered in the stock market will need to slowly recover, and then he will lose a lot of money.

"I originally thought I could make more money when Stark announced the closure of the weapons department."

Li Xiu was a little depressed. Without Obadiah as a troublemaker, he would have made billions at least.

Norman on the other side of the phone is even more ignorant now. He finally understands Li Xiu's character. He is impulsive and irrational, and he always thinks out loud.

I made a call in the morning to sell stocks, and in the afternoon I called again not to sell stocks, but to continue to collect stocks.

In other words, the stocks in hand have not yet been sold, otherwise Norman Osborne will be depressed to death.