Daisy in Marvel World

Chapter 632

When she heard that she was going to talk about money with herself, Daisy interrupted directly: "I won't pay, instead you have to pay me."

Imitate the master with a question mark on his forehead, what do you mean?Did I hear you wrong, and you still have to pay?My old man eats with his handiwork, earns some hard money, and spends half a day trying to help you train his subordinates. If he doesn't make money, he still has to give you money?Are you OK!

If it were an ordinary person, you would have already used a knife to kill me like this, but he was well-informed, and vaguely knew that Daisy was not simple. She could say anything about her superpowers. Some people said that she could shoot lasers. , Some people say that she has ice-type abilities, there is no exact answer, but this new Miss Director must have superpowers.

He didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble with his hands, and the master imitator didn't play tricks this time. He took off the skull hood, revealing a somewhat old white face, full of displeasure, waiting for Daisy's next words.

Daisy brought up another topic: "I heard that you can imitate any move you have seen? See this, can you imitate?"

She tapped a few times on her personal terminal, and the blue light curtain appeared like a waterfall, and quickly formed a very clear picture.

In the picture, two aliens are fighting in a circular building, surrounded by countless aliens shouting and cheering.

The two aliens seemed to be crazy. They kept hitting each other with their weapons. After the weapons broke, they began to fight with their fists. The strength of the two sides was close, and the battle was extremely fierce.

The image in the light curtain comes from an arena owned by the elder of the universe, Gao Tianzun. The Saintess Cult's massive trade in Skrull slaves has attracted the attention of several parties.

The Skrulls are also a fighting nation. Although the quality is uneven, it is still a good choice to enliven the atmosphere in the arena. The other party rewarded her as a big customer and gave her a lot of benefits. The broadcast channel of the game is one of them.

This broadcast is not free, Daisy needs to spend five credits for these battle broadcasts every year.

Originally curious and casually subscribed for a year, the result was disappointing, the level of combat power is too low, and there is no real match like Thor vs. Hulk every year. Although there are not many credit points, she still regrets it.

After racking her brains, she finally thought of a way to transfer the stop loss. Daisy smiled and looked at the so-called Wu Chi, who was actually an imitation master of an advanced repeater.

The fighting in the arena was extremely passionate, and the fighting style caught the eyes of the imitation master who claimed to be proficient in all fighting skills on the earth. He raised his eyes and glanced at Daisy, and the beauty chief gave him a bewildered smile.

After 3 minutes of rebroadcasting, she turned off the rebroadcast function.

"How is it? Did you get anything?" She had a tricky trick, and she looked like a fat sheep.

The imitation master is an old man, so he doesn't know that simple imitation is useless. He can only imitate movements, but he cannot imitate superpowers.

Make him look like Spider-Man, he can imitate it perfectly, but Spider-Man can walk through buildings, if he jumps out, he will only be thrown to death.

Captain America can catch Thanos' punch, and he can imitate this action, but the result must be beaten into meatloaf by Thanos.

It is said that simple imitation is useless, but people have to have some hobbies in this world. Some people are greedy for money and some are lustful. Masters of imitation like to make a cheerful repeater.

The old man knew Daisy's wishful thinking very well, but he still had to jump in, and after the dance, he had to hold up his thumb and say it was delicious!

"Tell me about your conditions." He had a pissed-off expression on his face, knowing that opening his mouth first would reveal his true self, but he still couldn't help but be tempted. If he read all the fighting skills in the universe, that would be What a wonderful experience.

Daisy opened her right hand with five fingers open, in the same posture as selling warships to marinated eggs for 500 billion: "According to the level of your disciples outside your school, every time you help me train an elite agent, pay me 50 euros, and I will send you the fighting video I will send it to you for an hour, and if everyone cooperates happily, I can arrange a spaceship to pull you over to watch the live version, but the cost will be high..."

Spend time and energy teaching your subordinates, and I will pay you back?Don't mention how aggrieved the old man was.

Daisy immediately enlightened him.

Don't even mention five credit points!She was flickering in the cloud and mist, what kind of S.H.I.E.L.D. agent sneaked across the sea of ​​stars, what kind of hard road and blue thread, who worked hard to create a great cause for mankind, and took the lead to walk out of the earth. In her words, this hour-long video is the crystallization of blood and tears of generations. It is not at all. The benefits of recharging the phone bill.

The imitation master carefully observed her facial expressions, and the thick-skinned Daisy looked calm, completely unaware of any problems.

Although he felt that she told less truths and more lies, the imitation master still agreed to this condition.

On the one hand, he has seen all the martial arts on Earth, and now he is completely wasting his time. The fighting skills of various races in the universe are like opening a window for him, regardless of whether it is useful or not, this is his hobby.

What's more, he has been teaching for many years. Except for those technological equipment, he has no girlfriend or son, basically no expenses, and the US Treasury Department will not collect his taxes.The old man has money, so at least it’s okay to watch ten or eight episodes. At worst, the scale of the martial arts school will expand, and then he can earn money from others. Craftsmen, you can’t starve to death!

As for going to an alien world to watch the live version, he thought it was unnecessary, and the video was enough. He didn't ask how much the live version would cost, which made Daisy a little regretful.

Both were happy, and Daisy sent Thunderbird, Typhoid Mary, and Ghost Ava to train the next day.

The old man first asked a few people to demonstrate their fighting skills. After he watched them, he provided improvement plans based on their respective foundations. The three of them immediately had a kind of enlightenment.

Daisy was very satisfied. She successfully stopped her loss and found a good teacher. The combat power of her subordinates improved rapidly. The price was to post a few short videos. This business was really profitable.

Regardless of the size of the business, as long as she makes money, she will be very happy.

However, she felt uncomfortable when she thought of the sieve-like management model in S.H.I.E.L.D. Any cat or dog could take away some equipment and weapons, which is too shameful.

Re-establish new management norms in order to plug these gaps and keep the organization running benign.

The old maid Victoria Hand, who used to have trouble with her, was very knowledgeable about management. Daisy robbed her of the Quantum Bracer. Wendell Vaughn, who is now working as a clerk in S.H.I.E.L.D., is also a management talent. The most important point is The reason is that he is very principled and does not lack the wisdom to deal with key issues.

Daisy entrusted the two of them to refine the management system in S.H.I.E.L.D., so that there would be no loopholes, but you can't just take a lot of things when someone comes over.

Wenshanhuihai overwhelmed her, and after holding on patiently for another half a month, she pushed all the messy meetings to Hill and the bald man, sneaked back to Xi'a by herself, and played some beautiful melodies with Wanda. .....

Vaguely, she felt as if she had forgotten something, what had she forgotten?

(End of this chapter)