Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 107
"...So, that's how it happened!"

Kous shrugged his shoulders, then picked up the red wine in front of him and drank it down, smashing his lips, the red wine worth tens of thousands of dollars tasted like dregs.

Even the well-informed Tony Stark felt that his nerves were a little deranged. He froze for a while before he connected the poor innkeeper in front of him with the actual controller of Hammer Industries, "That is to say, You now almost control 94.37% of the shares of Hammer Industries, and all this is just because you played a small joke with Frank Castor one night?"

"uh-huh!"

"Well, maybe I've been a little slack during this time...why don't I have a good friend like Frank?" Stark shook his head helplessly, "So now, you mean, I hope to find a CEO to help You manage the business, and then...you continue to be your innkeeper?"

"That's right!"

Instead, Pepper Potts came back to his senses and interjected: "Then what is your plan? Let Hammer Industries earn you one billion a year stably, or find a CEO to temporarily overdo it, and then wait for the market to stabilize Get a lot of cash out of this thing?"

Look, she deserves to be the woman standing next to the richest man, and she is the only one who can casually say "stable earning one billion a year", as if the company worth more than 400 billion US dollars is not a behemoth, but a company that will last Old hen laying eggs.

"Is there still an option?" Cows's spirit was lifted. "You mean, besides selling the company for a good price, I also have a long-term option?"

"Yes!" Pepper nodded, "You are Tony's friend, so I suggest you do this."

Tony Stark, who never worried about lack of money, also nodded in agreement, "Pepper, do you have such a candidate?"

"Not yet, but I could spend some time looking for one."

"Then look for it!" Stark looked at his poor friend a little funny, "Anyway, it's a good thing for Cous."

Cous, who was having a headache for taking over a large arms company, finally felt relieved. He smiled, then took out the palm-sized Destroyer from his pocket, and placed it squarely in front of Stark, "Then Let’s get down to business. Alien technology mecha, Tony, Bruce has failed, I hope to hear some good news from you.”

"What is this? An alien toy?" Tony Stark poked the headless Destroyer with his fingers, and looked suspiciously at Dr. Banner, who was doing nothing beside him.

"A special metal with ultra-high ductility, which is in an unstable state at any time. It can be extremely hard, and can also shrink at will. It is superconducting at room temperature, and its atomic structure is very special—" Bruce Banner shrugged, " Anyway, it's beyond my imagination, and I don't even know what to do with it."

A robotic hand reached out, picked up the Destroyer mecha on the table, then retracted it, and placed it on a scanning device.As the scans went on again and again, touch screens popped up one by one.

"This..." Stark stood up, crossed his arms, frowned and looked at the atomic structure diagram displayed on the screen, "It's something that has never been seen before, no wonder Bruce can't reverse it. Why is there a missing one here?" The electrons have not collapsed, and can they still maintain a stable state of existence?"

"This is the scariest mecha ever, at least in the last 20 years." Cows recalled the timeline, carefully wording, "This thing ignores physical damage, is immune to magic damage, and is immune to negative status, so For our safety, I need to parse this thing out..."

Stark was silent for a while, and suddenly asked: "Then how did you tear its head off?"

"Smash it with a hammer!" Cows thought for a while, and added, "You can imagine it as... using a quark knife to chop a neutron star."

Although this metaphor is very inappropriate, Stark actually understands it.

"Put things here. Bruce stays here to help me for the time being. It's an insult to knowledge for him to be a waiter in your hotel!"

He said, "Then you can go!"

The master is going to drive someone away, and Cows doesn't mind. He said to Banner next to him, "Be honest with me. If you want to get angry, think about the basement!"

"The basement?" Banner asked curiously, "What did you and Hulk do in the basement?"

Cows didn't answer, just grinned.

But that strange smile made Banner feel a little cold, and at the same time, he also felt that the big green monster in his body shrank back to the corner, as if hiding a little deeper.

When you are unsure about a matter, it is a better choice to leave it to someone who is proficient in it.

This is the consistent attitude of Cows.

There is still a long gap between "Thor 1" and "Avengers 1", so Cows has returned to the days of fishing.

Until Little Pepper called him and told him that he had found a very good CEO...

"Hello, I'm Claire Vaillon!"

Considering that there was no need to frighten people in Hell's Kitchen, Kaus finally made a very rare trip to a coffee shop in Brooklyn that was six blocks away from Hell's Kitchen. The place.

The other party came to the coffee shop almost in a hurry, and gave Kaus a very good first impression.

With a tall figure and exquisite curves, her professional attire looks very formal, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses is on her sexy and glamorous face, which gives this blonde beauty named Claire Vaillant a bit of elegance.

Graduated from the Department of International Economics and Finance of Moscow State University with a master's degree and speaks seven languages.At only 28 years old, he has played on Wall Street for five seasons and successfully led the recovery of several bankrupt companies.

"Do you know anything about military enterprises?" Cows asked casually while flipping through the materials.

"Yes!" The other party has a standard American pronunciation, and his voice is slightly hoarse, but unexpectedly charming, "I used to work in Rosatom and Aetna, and held corresponding positions in the marketing department and human resources. "

28 years old, single, no boyfriend or family members, but already has such a wealth of work experience.If it was on the earth plane in the previous life, Kaus would have shot this resume without hesitation—it was too fucking fake.

But in the Marvel world, it seems very normal. There are geniuses and school monsters everywhere, and there are also one or two young CEOs.

"Your salary request... $800 million plus bonus?"

Just a few days ago, Cows was still a stingy little boss who had to pay 8 dollars to buy cigarettes for a long time, but now he can sit in a cafe calmly and talk about an 800 million dollar annual salary with a young beauty.

——This is confidence!

"Yes!" The other party was also very stylish, "I think I deserve such treatment."

"OK, there is no dividend in the first year, and you can apply to revise the dividend ratio at the beginning of each year." Cows closed the document, "Do you need to sign a long-term contract, Ms. Wayan?"

"I think it would be better to wait until the end of the year to talk about it, Mr. Braddorf."

"Also, I've seen your company profile, so I need to build a whole new team."

Cows didn't take this seriously, "This is your right, ma'am. In fact, except for the security team, you are free to form other teams."

What is the most important thing for a business?It is not a high-rise building, but procurement, finance and gatekeepers.As for Kau Si, it is a free company anyway, as long as it can get a certain amount of money every year, so he doesn't particularly care about procurement and finance, but "watching the door" is extremely important.

After he made a fool of himself, cried and rolled, Frank Castor, the well-known anti-hero "The Punisher", finally let go, and he promised to help Couss find a very reliable security director to take care of all this.Then, after knowing the other party's identity, Cows readily agreed.

Incidentally, this security chief has a very long name - Timothy Aloysius Cadwallad Dugan.

Nickname - "Dum bomb"!
　I was arrested early in the morning and went to Chuangwen Station on the road. I didn't have time for this chapter, and it was postponed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)