Daisy in the Marvel Universe

Daisy left Stark's sight and immediately sent a message to the maid, asking her to kill Ivan Vanke. The fewer people in the world who can build Ark reactors, the better.

"When do you need to do it?"

"ASAP."

The conversation between the two was concise and to the point. Daisy believed that the maid with the ability to turn into smoke should not be too relaxed about killing an unconscious person.

Returning to SHIELD headquarters, she put on her scientific research coat again, and with the help of Stark's ideas, she gathered experts within SHIELD to begin technical research.

Workers were also instructed to build two reactors.

In the evening, the maid sent word that "it has been killed."

"This is not a personal grudge..." Daisy sighed, deleted the message, and continued busy with her work as if nothing happened.

She not only had to carry out technical research, but also participated in the aircraft carrier modification task. In order to reduce the pressure, she called Hill back.

"I don't understand technology either. What's the use of calling me back?" Hill was wearing the standard uniform of an agent, walking steadily and looking meticulous, while Daisy's dress was a bit worse, with fluffy hair and a thick A stack of blueprints.

The two were walking on the deck of the aircraft carrier. Daisy's excuse was to discuss business, and a bunch of people naturally retreated.

"Is your father okay?" Daisy asked casually.

"As always, staying at that home is better than going back to the bureau." Hill didn't want to talk about her family affairs, but she hesitated and said a few words lightly.

The two walked and chatted. At first, they were very serious on the deck and in the main control room. Then Daisy asked to visit Hill's bedroom, and the picture suddenly changed...

To outsiders, the two officers must be discussing official matters, but the actual situation was not as expected.

"Your bedroom is not small, you are worthy of being a captain." Daisy sighed while visiting Hill's bedroom. Most soldiers only have a rest room of more than ten square meters, but Hill's bedroom is more than two hundred square meters.

There is no shortage of various indoor furnishings, and the furniture is stacked just like normal life. There is no trace that this is an aircraft carrier.

Back in her room, without the attention of her subordinates, and without the need to maintain the dignity of the captain, Hill was obviously much more relaxed. She lay on the sofa in an imageless manner, letting Daisy look around.

"It's not as good as your big villa." Hill's words were a bit sour. He was born in an environment where money is paramount. It would be a lie to say he wasn't envious, but Hill felt that he really had no ability to make money.

"Do you have any tips for making money? In order to maintain the morale of the agents on the mothership, some money must be spent, but the funds allocated by the bureau are too small." When it came to money, Hill became a little irritated.

As the captain of the mothership, she is now the person in charge of the branch base. Although it is not like those Nimitz-class aircraft carriers with five or six thousand people at every turn, she has nearly three thousand agents, soldiers and employees at her daily dispatch. people.

It took her a lot of effort to keep these crew members combative and in an optimistic and positive state during the voyage.

She could think of round-the-clock food supply, experienced chefs, and various indoor recreational facilities. She also relied on her own connections to realize a small part of it, but the enthusiasm of the crew could only be maintained at a low level. The bottom line is that there is still no money.

When it came to money, Daisy was embarrassed. She really didn't know how to introduce her advanced experience with braised eggs.

In Luodan’s report to the Security Council, it clearly stated the purpose of the US$5.5 billion, which was to develop the first flying aircraft carrier in human history.

Both the Council, the military, and the top government and congressional officials who were informed felt that this number was a bit high, but considering the military's promise to give SHIELD free reign, they finally acquiesced to the figure of 5.5 billion.

Including the money for the three reactors, the total R\u0026D funding decided by Nick Fury became 3.8 billion in Daisy's hands...

She had a tacit understanding and did not mention the specific amount, tacitly assuming that the money in her hands was 5.5 billion.

She followed the same example and followed the rules. The actual budget of 50 million for steel was allocated to 40 million in three installments. This was delayed until the project was completed, but she still reported 50 million.

The reactor is like this, the steel is like this, and all kinds of materials are like this. According to her calculations, three billion can complete the modification.

She didn't have any psychological burden. To her, it was hard-earned money. In order to save materials and prevent Hill from flying and falling, she really worked hard and used artificial intelligence to help, so that she could also earn money from her subordinates. The modification can be completed without reducing the quality of the mothership.

All kinds of intricate accounts had to be settled, and at the same time, they had to be transferred back to their own accounts in a concealed manner. Daisy and the maid laughed and talked, and she seemed to be settling accounts in her dreams.

She worked hard to earn 800 million, while Lu Dan took away at least 1.7 billion. This is the difference caused by different positions.

However, this advanced experience can only be understood by heart. She cannot tell it to Hill or even mention it.

From the perspective of the headquarters, the less funds the sub-bases have, the easier it is to control. To be fair, whether it is the Pierce era or the Nick Fury era, they are controlling the finances of the sub-bases to maintain the authority of the headquarters.

Of course Daisy, who regarded herself as the director, would not poach her own corner. She taught Hill a method, and the rest of the sub-bases followed suit. In the end, it was she who was unlucky, or at least she thought she was the one who was unlucky.

For this reason, Daisy can only help Hill think of a few ways to increase revenue and reduce expenditure. Coffee does not need to be provided for free all the time. The sea is so cool, and the air conditioner can be turned off in time. Sports on the mothership can be held as appropriate, and other measures have been mentioned. . If it really doesn't work, she can provide some private funds, but the finances of the branch base must be strictly controlled.

While they were fighting, they heard a knock on the door.

The sound of "Tuk Tuk" was neither urgent nor slow, but it sounded like thunder to the ears of the two beauties.

Hill was shocked and glared at Daisy, meaning it's all your fault, what should I do now?

"Let's just rest. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Daisy lay next to her ear and her voice was very low.

Unfortunately, before Hill could speak, the person outside the door spoke first: "Hill? Are you there?"

It was the voice of their mutual best friend Sharon Carter.

Hill's hair was a little messy, and she told Daisy what to do with her eyes.

Daisy waved her hands desperately, indicating not to let Sharon see.

The eye contact between the two lasted for a long time. Sharon outside seemed to feel something was wrong, and the suspicion of an agent emerged: "Are you okay? Hill, are you there?"