Rebirth: I am the American leader

"Technical support? What technology can you politicians provide? The biochemical army of the last century?"

Obadiah stared at Nick, he naturally distrusted these politicians.

If a businessman believes in politicians, no matter how outstanding and ambitious he is, he is destined to be eaten up.

"The Germans' technology, we fully adopted their technology and talents after defeating them."

"I know, but what's so great about the technology in the last world?"

Obadiah waved his hand and his calm tone annoyed his negotiating counterpart.

"Hey, there is no need to be so arrogant. You, Stark Industries, are not the only ones in the world who have mastered the truth of technology. Even if saying this is suspected of fueling others' arrogance, I still have to say that there are many geniuses among them."

"Huh? Genius? That dwarf? Howard was killed because he believed your lies."

When Nick heard this, he raised his eyes, his dark eyes pressed against his upper eyelids, staring at Obadiah.

"I'll say it again, Howard's matter has nothing to do with me!"

"But it has something to do with you! You control the United States but you can't find the murderer, not even a scapegoat.

No one paid for this and you sons of bitches don't even care. "

Obadiah's tone finally fluctuated. This white man who was supposed to smooth out his emotions in the intrigues of countless business wars actually showed an unprecedented mood swing.

He and Howard Stark were more than just friends.

In fact, the two of them were more like strategic partners, and Obadiah was also a good researcher before Howard died.

At that time, his desire and admiration for technology was more than the pathological possession he has now.

It wasn't until Howard's death that he understood that technology has no morality and no choice.

Whoever has it can do whatever they want with it.

So he thought clearly, since he was going to do whatever he wanted.

Then why not let yourself be the villain? At least you can control your own destiny.

"Hey, I'm not here to argue with you about this. You said you are a businessman, then we will handle things according to the businessman's model, and I will provide a new power system.

Let your big guy really move and share it with us after you get Stark's technology. We can even pay you royalties, you know what a generous deal that is. "

Nick stopped the topic in time. He knew that if the topic continued, he might not know where it would lead.

"I think the patent fees may have to be increased. You know, we are short of money. Stark Industries is already on the verge of bankruptcy, and we need a lot of money."

Obadiah smiled and held out his hand to Nick.

The latter also smiled, he liked such a guy.

Such careerists will compromise, even make incredible concessions, for their own ideals.

"We can discuss all these again. There is always a way to distribute interests evenly."

Nick looked at him with an extremely serious expression.

Obadiah heard this and shook the opponent's hand vigorously. He controlled the strength very well.

It won't be too forceful, and it can make the other party feel his sincerity.

"Hopefully the engine you promised will arrive soon, I have a lot to talk to Tony about. But before that, I have to give him a little old boy shock."

Nick Fury nodded firmly.

At this time, the two bald heads with their own evil intentions reached a willingness to cooperate.

Nick Fury may really have it in for the country, but Obadiah doesn't give a shit.

He needs to gain enough authority, so much that he will never die without knowing it.

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Steve only got one good night's sleep after returning from the dock before being woken up by Barney's phone call.

"Damn it, you know it's seven o'clock in the morning, right? I don't understand why I, an acting principal, have to get up at seven o'clock in the morning! Even if I am a social animal, when my commute time is only ten minutes, you ask me to get up one hour earlier It’s still too much to wake up at an hour!”

"Sorry, boss, I think you may have misunderstood. A very special student came today and asked to see you. God, I have never seen such a strong junior high school student. He is almost as strong as Caesar."

Steve jumped up when he heard this. When Barney mentioned the exaggerated body shape of the other person, Zhang Beijiang knew who this guy was.

Apart from Kingpin's son, Steve couldn't think of anyone else who could have a figure like Caesar's in junior high school.

"Wait for me there, I'll be right back."

Steve hung up the phone and got up neatly.

When Jin Bin's son came to school, he had to get up and greet him no matter what.

Don’t forget, the Kingpin is a big money owner.

Although the money is not glorious.

But so what?

The teacher once said that when doing things, we must unite all forces that can be united.

If he wants to run San Diego High School successfully, he must unite all the forces he can unite.

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"God, kid, are you really only twelve years old this year? You look like you are twenty-two. Maybe Old John didn't look as strong as you when he was thirty-two."

Caesar looked at the black boy standing in front of him, looked up and down for a while before sighing.

"Sorry, sir. I need to see Principal Steve. Before that, I won't answer your questions."

Richard's answer was gentle but firm, and he looked like he was not a child from the slums.

He has a confidence that poverty can never give.

Caesar was not angry because Richard's answer was mild in any case.

Of course, there are always some accidents in this world that happen at times you can’t imagine.

For example, after Tony Stark completed the aerodynamic design of the Iron Armor all night, he rarely wanted to come to San Diego Middle School to have breakfast and take a good rest in his school director's office.

But unfortunately, even as well-informed as Stark, it is rare to see a child as strong as Richard.

"What did you just say? He was twelve years old?"

Tony, who had already stepped through the school gate with one foot, stepped back and stared in great surprise at the black man in front of him who looked neither humble nor haughty.

"God, he doesn't look like a twelve-year-old kid. I feel like a kid in front of him. Tell me, kid, why do you have to wait for that bad old man Steve?

If you are afraid that your classmates will exclude you because of your size or use school violence against you, you can tell me.

My name is Tony Stark.

As the only school director of San Diego Middle School, no one will exclude you as long as I am here! "

When Caesar heard this, he covered his forehead and spread his hands helplessly.