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For Chen Fan, the events in the cafeteria were merely a farce, but he never expected that Kitch would not only be undeterred but would go on to create a culinary empire that shocked the world.
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"Uh? I guess I'm skipping class now!" After dismissing the agents gathered in the restaurant, Chen Fan rubbed his cheeks, realizing that after just half a day of school, he had become a representative of truancy.
Just as Chen Fan pondered whether to have Monster Teacher take him back to Island Nation at its zero Mach speed, a news bulletin interrupted the television in the lobby.
Surrounded by a throng of reporters, Tony Stark wore an expression of frustration as he announced, "From now on, Stark Industries will suspend all weapon-related research, sales, manufacturing, and other operations..."
Seeing Tony's somewhat sorrowful face on the news, a peculiar smile crept onto Chen Fan's fair complexion. It was finally time to make some pocket money. He quickly took out his phone and began composing a message for Maid Sister, who was far away in Island Nation, urging her to buy up Stark Industries' stock.
After this news segment aired, Stark Industries' stock plummeted. Within just a few minutes, the company evaporated several One Billion Three Hundred Thousand US Dollars.
For Stark Industries to shut down its weapon projects was akin to a hen that no longer laid eggs. Without other profitable ventures to support it, relying solely on its remaining energy sector meant it was no longer competitive in the market; being abandoned was just a matter of time.
Soon after, the news showed scenes from Stark's headquarters. The building frequently featured on television and in the media was surrounded by thousands of people shouting for Tony to retract his statement about closing the weapon projects.
Of course, Tony wouldn't pay any attention to them. If it weren't for last night's events, he would be feeling exceptionally good right now.
"Sir! Someone has suddenly begun buying up the shares being sold off by Stark Industries in large quantities; they now hold 1% of the total shares! They are still acquiring more!" J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice broke through Tony's moment of contemplation as he sipped his wine, causing his expression to stiffen.
There were always risk-takers around. Even though Stark Industries was struggling at the moment, there were still those willing to gamble on buying stocks.
But 1% of the shares—wasn't that worth several hundred million?
Not in yen, but in dollars!
"Find out who this guy is," Tony said, a serious expression crossing his face.
Stark Industries was like his own child, and now someone had ulterior motives regarding this child. How could he remain at ease?
"I've located the target!" Just as Tony finished speaking, J.A.R.V.I.S. chimed in with a hint of surprise in its mechanical voice. "On the surface, the person acquiring the stocks is Ms. Hilfidelairo, the Maid Sister of Katy Group!"
"However, three minutes ago, this Maid Sister received a call from Mr. Chen Fan, the heir of Katy Group. The decision to acquire the stocks came directly from him!"
"So, Katy Group intends to purchase the stocks being sold off from Stark Industries!" Tony rubbed his forehead. In his view, Chen Fan was likely being used as a shield; the real buyer was the head of Katy Group.
Katy Group was a company that rivaled Stark Industries. If they insisted on acquiring the dumped stocks, it would certainly give Tony a headache.
At the same time, he found himself puzzled about what this company, which had been operating in the global women's products market, aimed to achieve by buying shares in his company.
"Sir, you guessed wrong! In fact, Ms. Raphael of Katy Group has no idea that her son is acquiring stocks from Stark Industries. Just five minutes ago, she mocked you in front of the company's shareholders for having a problem with your head!"
"J.A.R.V.I.S., you can skip that last part!" Tony said with a chuckle. Although those words were someone else's, J.A.R.V.I.S.'s relay made it seem like it was insulting him too—being scolded by his own artificial intelligence for having issues with his brain…
"Understood, sir!" J.A.R.V.I.S. replied.
"Now, find out what this kid is really plotting or who is behind him," Tony said as he took a sip of his drink and pointed at the image projected on the coffee table. Golden hair, dark eyes, fair skin paired with delicate features—wasn't that the throw pillow from Pepper's room?
Before he could swallow his drink, Tony spat it out. Was there anything more ridiculous than this…?
The person Tony trusted the most, the pillow he held close, suddenly appeared before him in human form, and was even buying stocks in his company!
At this moment, Tony's feelings were exceptionally complicated.
"Sir! The opponent's data is of the highest level, SSS-grade encryption. Should we crack it?" J.A.R.V.I.S. asked.
SSS-grade encryption? Tony was taken aback; this was the highest level of confidentiality. Who on earth was this kid?
"Crack it! Remember not to leave any traces!" Tony understood the gravity of the situation. Every SSS-grade document stored in America's confidential vault had the potential to shake the world if leaked. But there’s a saying, isn’t there?
Curiosity killed the cat!
Tony was very curious!
A child who looked about ten years old had a confidentiality level rated as SSS.
"It’s cracked!" J.A.R.V.I.S.'s cold voice echoed back slowly, and at the same time, a document filled with confidential markings projected before Tony's eyes.
"Chen Fan, age ten, heir of Katy Group, a prospective agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., titled Thunder Lord, power level SSS!"
"Rated as the third strongest force in the world by the Global Superpower Assessment Agency!"
"Sir! I must say, this is truly shocking information!" J.A.R.V.I.S. joked, its high intelligence already leaning towards human-like behavior.
"If my Iron Man Armor reaches perfection at this stage, what level of power can it achieve? J.A.R.V.I.S., calculate it!" For Tony, who was eagerly anticipating how his Iron Man Armor would astonish the world, suddenly facing such a monstrous revelation felt like a slap in the face—nothing could be worse than this.
"Sir! A Rank!"
"...If the Iron Man Armor reaches its current limit, it can achieve A Rank combat power!"
A Rank? SSS rank?
This is equivalent to the gap between an illiterate person and a professor; one side can completely dominate the other!
While Tony was tangled in his thoughts, Chen Fan's shareholding in Stark Industries had already reached 15%, showing no signs of stopping, buying up as much as he sold off.
"Sir! Mr. Obadiah is coming, expected to arrive in one minute!" J.A.R.V.I.S. reminded him, displaying the cameras positioned around.
"Alright, I got it!" Tony glanced at the stock market situation. He had originally planned to consolidate his scattered shares, but unexpectedly, a monster had barged in and disrupted his plans.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., work on reclaiming the stocks we've sold; we can't let him take advantage of this!"
Understanding Chen Fan's identity made Tony's thoughts exceptionally complicated. As for why Chen Fan was acquiring shares of his company, Tony pondered many possibilities but still couldn't figure it out.
...
"Young Master... our funds are running low!" In the Island Nation, Maid Sister calmly reminded Chen Fan that their balance was dwindling and urged him to recharge soon.
"Okay! Ten billion will be transferred to the account shortly; continue acquiring as much as possible!" Chen Fan instructed through his phone. The moment he hung up, he helplessly looked at Director Fury in front of him. "Hand over the money, Black Uncle!"
Chen Fan just wanted to make some pocket money, but someone had different ideas. Seeing Chen Fan squatting in his chair with a strange expression while staring at the stock webpage, Black Director understood and recalled a message from his teammate—uh, ally Dormammu.
On a certain day of a certain month in a certain year, stocks of a particular company were acquired, and then a sum of one billion was transferred to him, claiming it was to make some money to subsidize public utilities.
For the newly appointed Black Director, who had just cleared out the traitors within S.H.I.E.L.D., it instantly clicked. Even that centuries-old relic, Dormammu, knew which stocks would rise, clearly having seen something through the so-called Time Fragments.
"I'll give you one billion... if that's not enough, come back for more!" Black Uncle said with a wave of his hand, exuding an unprecedented air of extravagance. Meanwhile, his assistant promptly transferred the money into Maid Sister's account.
As for why the two were colluding, it was obvious—they wanted to make a quick profit!
The Black Director also needed some extra cash to support S.H.I.E.L.D.'s expenses; after all, S.H.I.E.L.D. had some secret projects under development.
With Chen Fan as a shield, anyone capable of acquiring Stark Industries' stocks would hesitate.
The world's third greatest power was not something to be taken lightly; it was obvious to everyone that Chen Fan was the strongest human on the planet.
As for the first and second, they did not represent humans or living beings but rather weapons capable of destroying the world!
It had a stage name—commonly known as Nuclear Weapon!
So, are you afraid or not?
(Dormammu: Don't you need to pay for electricity, water, communication fees, and maintenance in the Himalayas? With prices so high now, how can you play without money?!)
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