When the three girls were controlled by the inducer, Luke adjusted his net wins against them.
Stacy three times, Artmesser twice, Stephanie once.
At present, it seems that all three belong to the relatively lucky people.
Otherwise, they would have gone to prison or a research institute long ago for messing around like this, and it is impossible for them to wander around freely like this.
Stephanie's one, just to secure his eligibility for elementary Sonic, was slightly unlucky at best.
There were a few infrequent incidents of bad luck on Artmesser's two trips, but nothing serious.
Stacy, the leader, has the most problems and likes to cause trouble the most, so he won her three times, and she is extremely prone to mistakes and mistakes in any action.
Discriminatory treatment allows them to experience the horror of the "curse".
Luke also couldn't understand the principle of the "bad luck" phenomenon created by the system.
But it did not prevent him from experimenting with the effect and mechanism of this "bad luck".
Many of the hooligans in the hospital in Los Angeles were sent in by his "bad luck" experiment.
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In the early morning of the next day, in the Malibu beach villa, Tony looked exhausted: "Jarvis, the host who backed up all the data records here, I'm going to sleep."
Jarvis: "Okay, sir. But are you sure you don't want to back up these materials to the company database? According to the regulations, I need to make notes for those raw materials and report to Miss Potts."
Tony vetoed it: "These data can only be kept with me, and must not be put into the company's database. Otherwise, those shareholders will immediately sell hundreds or thousands of them to the military and turn it into a rotten Tin Woodman. You just need to put Report the loss of raw materials to Pepper, and let her take care of it."
Jarvis: "Sir, Miss Potts has asked me twice to remind you that the company's shareholders have recently been dissatisfied with your use of a large number of various raw materials. It is difficult for her to deal with their inquiries."
Tony laughed loudly: "Whoever is dissatisfied, let him come to me directly..."
"Sir, Mr. Stan is waiting for you in the living room." Jarvis interrupted him: "According to the message just sent by Miss Potts, he is here for raw materials."
Tony: "...keep him waiting five minutes."
After a while, he looked at the bald man pacing in the living room at the stairs, adjusted his mood, and put on a smile on his face as much as possible, even though he really wanted to sleep: "Hi, Obi, you're here."
Obaday stopped and looked at Tony for a moment, with a look of concern on his face: "Why do you look so tired? Are you staying up all night to fiddle with your cars again?"
Tony laughed: "It's nothing, it's just that there was some entertainment last night, you know."
Upon hearing this, Obady's eyes flickered.
He who has been paying attention to Tony knows that a certain young man has never found a woman at all recently.
But his expression was as usual, and he continued to chatter as usual: "Those cover girls again? Tony, as I said, those are all little bitch who play on the spot, you..."
Tony quickly raised his hand to signal his surrender, and stopped this clichéd topic. He had long remembered Obaday's words, such as "they are only for your money", "want exposure", "too much gossip is bad for the company The stock price is no good" or something.
"Obi, let's get down to business!" Tony took the initiative to change the topic.
Obaday sighed, with a helpless look: "Well, you know everything yourself, but you just don't want to hear it."
Tony smiled awkwardly: I can recite these words backwards, so it doesn't make sense to say them.
Obaday paused, and said, "I'm here because of the Jericho missile."
Tony was a little dazed, but a reminder from Jarvis came from the headset: "Sir, you asked Miss Potts to submit a proposal for the Jericho missile last month to answer shareholders' inquiries."
A young master immediately remembered, and nodded with a smile: "Well, what's wrong with those shareholders?"
Obaday: "Tony, the plan you gave is basically just a vision. They need to know how the progress of the missile has been since you have used so many resources recently. You haven't updated the research in the company database for a month. information, which makes them very uneasy."
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 mobilized from various departments of the company cost more than 1.2 billion US dollars. Without any progress, they will not feel at ease."
This time, I really can't blame the shareholders of the Stark Group for being timid.
For a research project like a missile, it takes a few years to develop it, which is considered short.
The key point is that the speed at which money is spent, has once again broken through the bottom line of the shareholders, and also broke through the bottom line of Opadry in front of him.
With Tony's way of spending more than one billion US dollars a month, the Stark Group will not even think about getting back the cost if the missile is developed and the US military does not order a multi-billion dollar product.
With this amount of missiles, the U.S. military has to worry about where to throw them.
Any war requires benefits, and a war requires more than missiles, and even the cost of missiles is only a small part of it.
The United States has not made major moves recently, and it does not need many missiles at all.
Tony didn't pay much attention.
He spends a lot of time doing research, and more than one billion is really nothing.
His mind is now on that big set of toys, and he has no time to deal with those shareholders.
How could Tony's perfunctory attitude be hidden from Opadry who had watched him grow up.
The bald man twitched in his heart, knowing that he couldn't persuade this young man back.
He didn't feel sorry for the young and old, but for the money.
Obaday could only make a decision secretly in his heart.
The decision wasn't a recent one, but Tony took the Stark Corps weapons development group all the way to success, making him keep putting it off.
Now, his psychological balance has been broken by the terrifying expenditure of 1.2 billion a month, so he doesn't want to delay any longer.
A few more clichés, telling Tony to come up with the specific progress of the Jericho missile as soon as possible, and Obaday got up and left.
Looking at the beach house gradually disappearing in the rearview mirror, he said silently in his heart: Goodbye, Tony.
Tony was oblivious to Obaday's psychological change.
As soon as the bald uncle left, he immediately walked towards the bedroom.
As for the Jericho missile, it's natural to get out of the way.
He Tony has done things in his life, so why should he explain to those idiot shareholders.
Forget it, let's take some time to fix the Jericho missile and fool those shareholders so that they don't keep disturbing the research of the Iron Armor! He sighed and made a difficult decision.
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The next day, Luke rarely slipped out of work completely.
Selena went to the police station to help him report and take the case. He rented out a temporary safe spot by himself, and brought in a batch of decoration materials to start construction.
He didn't come home until late at night.
After training, Selena saw him come back and just asked, "Continue busy tomorrow?"