As the three girls were controlled by the inducer, Luke adjusted his net wins against them.
Stacey three times, Artmethor twice, and Stephanie once.
At present, it seems that all three of them are relatively lucky people.
Otherwise, if they had behaved like this, they should have been in jail or a research institution long ago. It would be impossible for them to roam around so freely.
Stephanie's one was only to secure his eligibility for Primary Sonic, and was slightly unlucky at best.
Artmethur's two encounters were marked by some infrequent misfortunes, but none of them serious.
Stacey, the leader, had the most problems and loved to stir up trouble, so he beat her three times. She was prone to making mistakes and errors in any action.
The different treatments allow them to personally experience the horror of the "curse".
Luke also couldn't understand the principle behind this "bad luck" phenomenon created by the system.
But it did not prevent him from experimenting with the effects and mechanisms of this "bad luck".
Many of the gangsters who were sent to hospitals in Los Angeles were sent there because of his "bad luck" experiment.
…
The next morning, in the Malibu Beach Villa, Tony looked exhausted: "Jarvis, back up all the data records to the host here, I'm going to sleep."
Jarvis: "Okay, sir. But are you sure you don't want to back up this information to the company database? According to regulations, I need to make notes for those raw materials and report to Miss Potts."
Tony rejected it outright: "This data can only be kept with me and must not be put into the company database. Otherwise, those shareholders will immediately sell hundreds or thousands of them to the military and turn them into tin men that are everywhere. You just need to report the loss of raw materials to Pepper and let her handle it."
Jarvis: "Sir, Miss Potts has asked me to remind you twice that the company's shareholders are dissatisfied with your recent use of a large number of raw materials. It is difficult for her to deal with their inquiries."
Tony laughed hard: "If anyone is not satisfied, let him come to me directly..."
"Sir, Mr. Stan is waiting for you in the living room." Jarvis interrupted him: "According to the message Miss Potts just sent, he is here for the raw materials."
Tony: “…Let him wait for me for five minutes.”
After a moment, he stood at the stairs and looked at the bald man pacing in the living room. He adjusted his mood and tried to put on a smile, even though he really wanted to sleep: "Hi, Obi, you're here."
Obaday stopped and looked at Tony for a moment, his face showing concern: "Why do you look so tired? Did you stay up late to work on your cars again?"
Tony laughed it off: "Nothing, just some entertainment last night, you know."
When Obadai heard this, his eyes flickered.
He had been keeping an eye on Tony and knew that the young master had not been looking for a woman recently.
But he looked normal, and continued his usual nagging: "Those cover girls again? Tony, I told you, they are just bitches who are just playing around, you..."
Tony quickly raised his hand to signal surrender and stopped this old topic. He had already memorized what Obaday said, such as "They are just for your money", "They want exposure", "Too many scandals are not good for the company's stock price" and so on.
"Obi, let's get down to business!" Tony took the initiative to change the subject.
Obaday sighed and looked helpless: "Well, you know everything, but you just don't want to listen."
Tony smiled awkwardly: I can recite these words by heart, so there's no point in saying them.
Obadi paused and said, "I'm here because of the Jericho missile."
Tony was a little confused, but Jarvis reminded him through the headset: "Sir, you asked Miss Potts to submit a plan for the Jericho missile last month to deal with the shareholders' inquiries."
A certain young master immediately remembered and nodded with a smile: "Well, what's the problem with that group of shareholders?"
Obaday: "Tony, the plan you gave is basically just a hypothesis. They need to know the progress of the missile, considering that you have used so many resources recently. They are very worried that you have not updated the research data in the company database for a month."
Tony frowned. "It's only been a month. What do they want?"
Obaday smiled bitterly: "But this month, the resources and various spare parts you have drawn from various departments of the company have cost more than 1.2 billion US dollars. They will not be at ease without any progress."
This time, we really can’t blame the shareholders of Stark Group for being timid.
For a research project like missiles, a few years of development is considered a short time.
The key is that the speed at which this young man spends money has once again broken the bottom line of the shareholders and also broken the bottom line of Obaday.
With the way Tony has spent more than one billion US dollars this month, if the missile is really developed and the US military does not order billions of dollars worth of goods, Stark Group will have no chance of making a profit.
With this number of missiles, the US military would have to worry about where to throw them.
Any war requires interests, and a war requires more than just missiles. In fact, the cost of missiles is only a small part of it.
The United States has not made any major moves recently and does not need that many missiles.
Tony didn't pay much attention.
He spends a lot of money on research, so more than ten billion is nothing.
His mind is now all on that big toy, and he has no time to care about those shareholders.
How could Tony's perfunctory attitude be hidden from Obaday, who had watched him grow up.
The bald boss' heart twitched, knowing that he could not persuade this young master to come back.
He didn't feel sorry for the young master, he just felt sorry for the money.
Obaday could only make a decision secretly in his heart.
This decision wasn't a recent one, but Tony's success with Stark's weapons development group has allowed him to continually put it off.
Now, his psychological balance has been broken by the horrific expenditure of 1.2 billion a month, and he doesn't want to delay any longer.
After saying a few more clichés and asking Tony to come up with the specific progress of the Jericho missile as soon as possible, Obaday got up and left.
Looking at the beach villa gradually disappearing in the rearview mirror, he said silently in his heart: Goodbye, Tony.
Tony was completely unaware of Obaday's psychological changes.
As soon as the bald uncle left, he immediately went to the bedroom.
As for the Jericho missile, just go away.
Why should Tony explain everything he has done in his life to those stupid shareholders
Forget it, I should take some time to make the Jericho missile and fool those shareholders so that they won't continue to disturb the research of Iron Armor! He sighed and made a difficult decision.
…
The next day, Luke skipped work completely, which was a rare occurrence.
Selena went to the police station to help him report the case. He rented a temporary safe place by himself and brought a batch of decoration materials to start work.
He was busy until late at night before going home.
Selina finished training and saw him coming back. She just asked, "Are you still busy tomorrow?"