Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

Stark Industries Building, Karl came to Obadiah's office.

The bald president was still in a meeting at this time, and he could only sit in the waiting hall and wait, and as a result, he saw an unexpected figure.

The

elevator doors opened, and Carl looked over in amazement – that elevator was a special employee elevator.

The elevator used by Tony Stark.

"Uh..." As soon as the elevator opened, I saw a drunken Tony walking out of the elevator.

At this time, Tony had not yet become an iron man, and his daily life was to engage in development, travel around, and bubble chicks by the way.

Looking at it like this, it seems that a supermodel or actor slept again.

"Mr. Stark. Carl took the initiative to say hello, in his previous life he liked the role of Iron Man.

Who doesn't love a collection of "playboys, rich people, geniuses, superheroes"?

Oh, I know you! You're the one who showed up on TV the other day... Nice design-but..." Tony

staggered over, his head constantly recalling the news some time ago.

Then he stretched out his hand towards Carl: "I don't like it very much, it seems to steal my limelight - just kidding."

This smell on my body is..."

Carl shook Tony's hand with a subtle expression, thinking to himself: No matter what kind of wine, no one likes the smell that comes from someone else.

At this time, Tony was really not an ordinary stinky fart.

"Now, if you don't mind – and actually if you mind, I'm leaving. "

Ding.

At this moment, the elevator door on the other side opened, and Obadiah walked out, just in time to see this scene.

"Oh, Tony, about the Jericho missile..."

"I'm going to throw up! I'll say it later!" Tony hurriedly pressed the elevator button.

Obadiah looked at Karl helplessly: "He's a genius, he just doesn't care much about the company, it's a big business, sometimes I really wish he had snacks, I wouldn't be so tired."

Carl nodded cooperatively, but actually... Everyone knows what Obadiah thought later.

The inflated ambitions of arms dealers.

The two walked into the office, and Obadiah was the first to say, "You've been really busy during this time, big hero."

"Just a hobby, in case New York gets messed up, it's not good for business, isn't it?"

Obadiah raised an eyebrow, but in reality, a large portion of Stark Industries' revenue comes from overseas arms sales.

No matter how bad it is, it is also selling weapons to the US Department of Defense, as long as the United States does not collapse, in theory, it will have little impact.

But for now, he really agrees with Carr: because they seem to be about to add another income, police departments in many cities have called for the purchase of EXO-T1 exoskeletons.

"Your performance makes us feel like we're going to have a little more income again, I really didn't expect you, you exceeded my expectations, Carl."

What reward do you want?"

Carl shrugged, "Well... Anyway, in terms of the needs that those people will have, in short, you can give me some bonuses, I am still quite short of money.

Obadiah laughed after hearing this, and he could see that Carl was really not lying.

He likes this kind of honest person.

"Qian Hao said, once it is sold, this may be a big business of hundreds of millions, but I still have a few questions - are there other configurations of exoskeletons, right?"

In the TV, Carl uses hooks, a device that greatly improves the flexibility of individual soldiers.

Karl did not hide either: "Indeed, I tried to add hooks and small jet equipment to the armor, the effect was not bad, but it was a bit cumbersome to train and would increase the difficulty of use." "

The implication is that if the difficulty of training increases, it will be impossible to use it when you get started, and if you can't use it, sales will be reduced....

No need.

Obadiah also understood, and nodded slightly.

Carl continues: "I wanted to castrate unnecessary amplification on the basis of the prototype, reduce weight and increase endurance.

Functions such as jet devices, hooks, lamps and recoil suppression are then made into modules and prices are clearly marked.

Standardized programs help increase long-term revenue, and the mechanics control software on top also needs to be updated over time..."

Obadiah's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and the most important thing in arms trading is sustainability."

Why do missiles and the like make money? Tens of one million missiles are shot out and blown up, that's all money.

Originally, he was still thinking that the exoskeleton could be used for several years if it was sold, which was too much of a loss, but Carl had already thought about how to solve this problem.

Pretty good.

The two engaged in a series of discussions and quickly settled on a goal: through design improvements and line adaptation, eventually reducing the cost of EXO-T1 production per unit to $10,000.

The lowest price is set at $40,000 per exoskeleton, which is actually only equivalent to the actual cost of other immature exoskeletons on the market now, or even slightly lower, the price is quite advantageous, but the profit is very considerable.

Coupled with the corresponding module addition and software update services, each set of exoskeletons is also about 40,000 US dollars!

The active US military is about 1.4 million, considering the function and price of exoskeletons, it may be used by the Marine Corps and the Army at the most, and the armed rate is calculated according to one-tenth, and it has to be 140,000....

If it is negotiated, it will be a multi-billion dollar business.

With Obadiah's "eloquence", Karl does not doubt that this is necessarily just the minimum profit.

"When you found me half a year ago, I thought it was your peak, but I didn't expect that you were a genius and a cash cow.

Obadiah pulled a large cigar from his pocket and leaned back in his chair with a smile on his face.

Carl said modestly: "Pass the prize, Mr. Obadiah, if you hadn't seen my talent, I would still be wandering the streets."

"Haha, you're really good at—and then let's talk about your next job, do you want to stay in New York and do research, or do you want to go out and walk like you used to?"

To put it bluntly, it is a serious arms dealer.

But now, the situation has changed, he has shown good R&D and project management skills, and Obadiah wants him to continue R&D.

And generally speaking, staying in New York and enjoying life is indeed a better choice.

But Carl said: "I want to go out and walk, and just doing R&D doesn't fit my style."

As for improving equipment and modularization, it is actually just an engineering problem, and to continue to make breakthroughs, you have to work energy, and you may find some inspiration when you go out.

Obadiah sat up straight and raised his eyebrows: "Many people don't choose that, but it's actually a good thing."

We have operations in many places – Eastern Europe, Africa, South America, India, and now the broadest... Middle East.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to take a look... Of course, if it affects the business.

Carl said cautiously – he certainly wanted to look around and build his network and network.

But if it will arouse the vigilance of Obadiah, forget it.

"It's not a small ambition. Obadiah smiled, thought for a moment, and said, "Actually, it's totally fine, if you like this job, I'd love to have someone to help me share the pressure." "

Actually, Carl thought too much.

Obadiah handled Tony in large part because Tony Stark was the largest shareholder, the de facto chairman.

As for Karl... That was the real poverty, and Obadiah didn't take him seriously at all.