American comics: Shelter the Heavens

After the people from SHIELD arrived, Yuntian took Pikachu away from Coulson.

"Mr. Yun, can you tell us the whereabouts of 084?"

"He has been completely cleaned up." Yuntian said lightly.

"Okay, thanks for your help."

Yuntian nodded, and then took Pikachu back to New York on Midnight Papa's private plane.

On the plane, Yuntian began to think about his decision. After a moment, he reaffirmed that his decision was right.

Because Pennywise strengthens himself through fear, but for some reason, the area he covers is only one town, which means that no matter how powerful he is, he can't be that strong.

But if he ran to some war-torn area, relying on the fear of the people there, Pennywise might become extremely powerful, so powerful that his range could cover a country or even a planet.

Of course it is also possible that his range cannot be expanded, but Yuntian dare not gamble, especially when Coulson appeared, Pennywise recovered immediately. If he were allowed to stay in the Marvel Universe, his strength would very likely reach the astonishing level of the multiverse in a short period of time.

For this reason, even if the reward was generous, he could only give it away with great pain.

"Pika, Pika?"

"I'm fine, Pikachu, I was just thinking about something." Yuntian touched Pikachu's back and said softly.

"Pika, Pika?" Looking at Pikachu's worried look, Yuntian smiled and rested his head against its head.

"I'm really fine, Pikachu."

The plane landed soon, and Yuntian was picked up by Midnight Dad's men and quickly returned to the farm. As soon as he got off the car, he found a luxury car and two people, a man and a woman, appeared on the farm.

"You two, what can I do for you?"

"Are you the owner of this farm?" the man turned around and asked proudly.

Looking at the man's familiar face, Yuntian smiled and said, "It's me. May I ask what's the matter? Mr. Tony Stark."

"I'm here to buy treasure corn from you."

Treasure corn is BB corn. Moore thought the name BB corn was not nice, so he changed its name.

"Sorry, I don't have any Jumbo Corn."

"Are you lying with your eyes open? If you don't have treasure corn here, what is that over there?" Tony Stark asked, pointing at the BB corn standing on the ground.

"That's baby corn I planted for someone else. It belongs to someone else, not to me."

"Moore Bush introduced me here. He said I could take away a whole treasure corn." Tony Stark didn't want to say so much to Yuntian, so he directly brought Moore out.

"Come on, Mr. Stark, please follow me."

"Pepper, come with me."

"No, you guys can go by yourselves, I'll stay and play with this little guy." Pepper Potts squatted down and teased Pikachu.

There was no choice, Tony Stark could only follow Yuntian to BB Yumi.

"Pick one for yourself."

Tony Stark looked at it and selected one of them. Yuntian took out a laser cutter, cut it off, and then carried it on his shoulder and said, "Where should I put this for you?"

"Put me in the back seat."

"can."

Then Yuntian put the corn in the back row, and then Tony Stark called Pepper Potts away.

Pepper Potts waved at Pikachu reluctantly, and Pikachu also waved back at her. After Pikachu watched their car leave, Pikachu immediately crossed her legs and ate the strawberries that Pepper Potts had given her.

When seeing Yuntian coming, Pikachu actually picked up the strawberry and motioned for Yuntian to eat it together.

"I won't eat it, you eat it yourself." Yuntian patted Pikachu's head and said with a smile.

Seeing this, Pikachu started eating it himself.

Suddenly the cell phone rang. Yuntian looked at the number and found that it was Uncle Kent calling.

"Hey, Uncle Kent, what's up?"

"Hey, Yun, didn't I tell you before that if my milk sells, I'll contact you? The results of the milk test have come out recently, and I've tried these milks, and they're very delicious. Now I've saved up a lot of milk, can you help me find someone to buy my milk?"

"I see. I'll notify someone right now. As for the price, just ask for a high price and wait for him to bargain. Don't consider mine. The other party is very rich."

"I see."

After the two hung up the phone, Yuntian found Moore, told him about the milk, and told him that the nutritional value of the milk was hundreds of times that of the best milk on the market.

As a gourmet who has been deeply involved in the food market for many years, he certainly understands how precious this kind of milk is. Coupled with his marketing methods, he is able to make its operation level no less than that of baby corn.

For this purpose, he quickly sent people to Kent Farm. Although Moore had nanorobots that could span various industries, the factory was still in the preparation stage. For this reason, he still needed to run his own industry until the nanorobot industry was on the right track.

Soon two cars came to Kent Farm, a truck and a luxury car.

"Hello, is this Carl Kent?"

"I am. Are you here to buy my milk?"

"Yes, we are from the Bush Group. Can we see your milk?"

"Of course, please follow me."

Soon they arrived at the warehouse, where there were many jars filled with large milk cans of Moo Moo fresh milk.

The man came to the fresh milk, Uncle Kent turned on the tap, and the milky white milk filled the cup. He then handed the cup to the man. The man took it and took a sip, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

“Is there a test report?”

"Yes, I just got it. It is because of this report that I asked Yun to contact you to purchase it." Uncle Kent quickly handed the test report to the man.

The man took it, and after looking at the report, his eyes lit up again.

"Mr. Kent, what is your expected price?"

"Hmm, about $1,000 a gallon."

“This is too expensive.”

"It's not expensive. I only use about 25 gallons a day."

"Okay, we want it!" The man immediately took out the contract, signed his name and stamped it with the official seal, then handed the contract to him.

Uncle Kent took a look and was about to sign when he suddenly remembered something and said to the man, "I forgot to tell you that the quality of milk is determined by the grass it eats. The better the grass it eats, the better the quality of the milk it produces. So the price of milk cannot always be based on this."

"So, Mr. Kent, how do you plan to divide it?"

"I don't know. Why don't you buy the milk first? I want to test the difference between the worst grass and the best grass, so that I can set the price."

The man nodded, paid the money and took the milk away. Uncle Kent looked at the money and smiled.