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Realizing that she was having some tension, she just stayed in bed, enjoyed a good sleep, and woke up to find the scene playing out at Stark Industries' press conference.
Nothing had changed; Tony Stark was still shockingly determined to shut down the weapons department, and he walked away after delivering his speech.
Two minutes later, Stark Industries' stocks began to plummet like a freefall.
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In just three short days, Stark stocks had dropped more than forty points, causing a drastic upheaval in the entire financial market.
Daisy decided to accept it as soon as she saw it, with this move alone making her a profit of 300 million.
Instead of holding onto the money, she spent it again.
Supercomputers, whether for accommodating Artificial Intelligence, decrypting Disintegration Beam Ring, or calculating distances in light-years to help her retrieve the Power Stone, required a high-performance supercomputer as support for such massive tasks.
Excitement surged within her when she thought about buying a supercomputer; she could feel the joy from the depths of her soul.
This was the joy of the original Daisy Johnson; manipulating some countries' supercomputers through hacking was possible, but considering the risk of being discovered due to electricity usage and computational load, at most, only 10 percent of a supercomputer's computing resources could be accessed. With a supercomputer entirely her own, any top hacker would be overjoyed!
At this stage, she didn't dare to use her current resources recklessly. Professor Charles, being an old tycoon, certainly had a supercomputer, but if Daisy conducted extensive calculations, the electricity consumption would practically make Charles stand up from his wheelchair!
Having her own supercomputer was becoming urgent.
After comparing several companies capable of producing supercomputers, she ultimately decided to place the order with Stark Industries!
On one hand, it was a familiar face, and on the other hand, with Stark Industries announcing the closure of the weapons development department and urgently needing a business, her move was a timely help.
Returning to New York, she went through a complete change from underwear to shoes, bags, and jewelry, all handled by the maid. After two hours of fussing, she finally arrived at the headquarters of Stark Industries.
For a contract worth several hundred million dollars, Obadiah needed to negotiate in person. As the owner of Skye Data, Daisy also had to be present.
Both sides were acquainted, one wanted to buy, and the other, with a low stock price, needed a large contract to stabilize the situation; there was ample room for cooperation. After bargaining over specific numbers, they quickly reached a preliminary agreement.
In modern society, no one hoards several hundred million dollars in cash. Stark Industries had a set process for such purchasing contracts—payment was made in three installments: before installation, after installation, and one year of usage.
Daisy thought it was reasonable; even though she had made a fortune, she was reluctant to throw it all away.
A thick stack of contract documents, resembling a dictionary, made Daisy feel dizzy after glancing at it, so she handed it over to the legal advisor, Maki Matsumoto, to read.
Adhering to the meticulous and serious spirit of the Japanese, Miss Maki began reading word by word.
Leaving the lawyers and financial experts of both parties to discuss the specific contract, Obadiah invited her to tour Stark Industries.
Stark Industries covered an enormous area, including not only the headquarters but also a massive research and development department.
"Here is where I've poured my life's efforts, this place is just like my child..." The old man started off somewhat normal, but as he spoke and thought about troublesome matters, he unintentionally showed a bit of emotion. However, he quickly changed the topic.
"Miss Johnson is a visionary. Stark Industries can completely customize a supercomputer according to your requirements. However, this thing consumes an enormous amount of electricity. Have you considered the issue of follow-up usage?" The old man smiled mysteriously.
To be honest, he did remind Daisy. The power consumption of a supercomputer was not inferior to its cost; both were astronomical figures. Except for countries and giant laboratories, ordinary enterprises simply couldn't afford it.
"What is your suggestion?" Daisy couldn't figure out what the old man was going at.
The old man gestured for Daisy to follow him, and the two strolled through the Stark research and development area.
The once bustling laboratory, which should have been filled with voices, was granted an extended vacation to all personnel immediately after Stark announced the closure of the weapons department. While Obadiah could still discreetly sell missiles, product development had to come to a temporary halt.
Daisy's high-heeled shoes made a somewhat abrupt tapping sound on the floor. She wasn't worried about any conspiracy from Obadiah. Though there were fewer people around, she arrived at Stark Industries with her negotiation team in full view. The other party wouldn't dare to attack her, she wasn't afraid!
The two entered a laboratory, and Obadiah pointed to the facilities emitting a faint blue arc in the room. "Stark Industries' arc reactor is perfect as a power source for the supercomputer. This device, coupled with the supercomputer, is simply a masterpiece," he praised while introducing it to her, seemingly customizing the product for the customer.
Daisy instantly understood his intention and responded with a hint of amusement, "This reactor is too large, and it seems there's a safety issue. It's challenging to directly install such a device directly in the city."
Her words weren't just an excuse. The arc reactor made by Howard Stark was practically an antique. While the concept remains advanced even today, many materials couldn't keep up with the new era. It was simply outdated.
The most crucial point was that there were no design blueprints left, at least none left within the company.
This reactor was very dangerous, and there was no guarantee it wouldn't suddenly explode. Obadiah exaggerated its virtues, but Stark Industries hadn't even connected this reactor to the company's power supply.
Ordinary people would feel embarrassed when their exaggerations were exposed, but Obadiah, seasoned in the business world, treated it like a breeze and didn't seem to care at all.
"Yes, this is a legacy left to us by our predecessors. Unfortunately, our successors have limited abilities and can only let this piece of art rust away here!" Obadiah portrayed the image of a loyal old veteran convincingly.
Daisy sneered at him. Howard Stark had long seen through this guy, and he wasn't given the blueprints.
"Miss Johnson is a famous physicist today; perhaps you can help us improve this thing?" Obadiah asked tentatively.
This was not just flattery. Daisy often took leaves, like her trip to Afghanistan for three months. Yale University wasn't pleased. For this reason, she submitted three papers. Practical and theoretical, her papers had high value. It's not an exaggeration that human physics has advanced at least 2 years because of her.
The title of a genius physicist spread quickly. The only person of her age often compared to her was Tony Stark, who graduated from MIT at the age of seventeen! Additionally, being a stalwart supporter of the Democratic Party's Obama faction, they also needed her to shine to display a bright spot of their election campaign. They secretly mobilized their connections to help promote her.
Although Daisy didn't have the title of a legendary scientist at the moment, her reputation had already been established.
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