The Martial God of the Marvel World

Chapter 103 PY Transaction
Justin was walking upstairs triumphantly when his phone suddenly rang. He took a look, his face changed, and he smiled apologetically at Stryker, "Sorry, I have to take a private call."

Stryker understood, pointed to the meeting room at the end of the corridor, and said, "I'm going to the bathroom. Mr. Hammer can sit in the reception room for a while."

After Stryker left, Justin entered the conference room and answered the phone.

"Mr. Obadiah, what can I do for you?"

Obadiah's angry roar was immediately heard from the other end of the line.

"Justin Hammer! I didn't give you that thing to cause trouble for others! What about what you promised me? When will you do it?"

"Oh, Mr. Obadiah, you are still so cautious!"

Justin leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and spoke casually.

"But you also know that although the design drawings of this Strong Magnetic Armor 2.0 are quite complete, it still needs to be tested in actual combat. After all, there is only one chance to attack. Once it fails, there will be no second chance. That's Tony Stark, so it's never too cautious, right?"

"Don't fool me! Since this armor has been used, it is impossible to hide it from Tony! There are not many people who can get the design drawings in his room. He will soon find out about me. You must kill him before that! The sooner the better!"

Obadiah's tone became increasingly worse, and he was clearly becoming agitated.

"Oh! This is a difficult problem! All the magnetic field warriors I had died in the previous failed attack on Zhan Liu, and I don't have any suitable candidates at the moment!" Justin flicked the dust off his trouser legs with his fingers and continued to perfunctorily.

"If this is the problem, then don't worry. I still have a few magnetic field warriors on hand. Send me a set of finished products and I will arrange for someone to do the work!"

"Oh no! What a coincidence! All the strong magnetic armors have been sold, and the vibranium has been used up. New armors cannot be produced in a short time." Justin twisted his body to make himself sit more comfortably.

There was silence on the other end of the line for a while, and then Obadiah's furious voice came through again.

"Justin! You want to shirk your responsibility, right? Why? Do you think that now that you have the military backing you up, I can do nothing to you? Or do you think that now that you have become a magnetic field warrior, no one can kill you? Are my things so easy to take?"

Now that the relationship has been exposed, Justin simply stops trying to hide it.

He sat up straight, sneered and said sarcastically to Obadiah on the other end of the phone:
"Old man, do you really think I'm a fool? You can obviously produce this thing yourself, why are you giving it to me at a discount?"

"From the beginning, you made up your mind to make me take the blame for you!"

"Once I kill Tony Stark, you can stay out of it. You can even turn around and avenge Tony Stark."

"By then, without Tony Stark stopping you, you can freely produce strong magnetic armor in Stark Group, right?"

"Who would buy my pirated armor if they have your genuine one?"

"In the end, I was just a knife in your hand for nothing. I sold a hundred sets of armor and made a little money, but you can get the shares of the entire Stark Group and become the real owner of the Stark Group!"

"If I'm not mistaken, you must have asked someone to secretly buy my armor, right? What you need is only the armor produced by Hammer Military Industries. As for the people who will do it, you have already prepared them, right?"

"However, you probably didn't expect that I had been prepared for this. I didn't sell the armor recklessly just to make money. All buyers must have a clean background before I will sell to them! All the armor sold is numbered, and I personally take charge of whoever it is sold to."

"Then I will find out who killed Tony Stark." "So, you can only come to me again!"

"How is it? I was right, wasn't I?"

Obadiah was silent for a moment, and his voice became much calmer.

"Justin, I underestimated you!"

"You see things very clearly. You are worthy of being a person who can build a military industrial group to such a scale by relying on copycats."

"But don't forget, even if Tony finds out, what can he do? I just accidentally lost the blueprints of the armor. He won't suspect that I deliberately sold the blueprints to my competitors, right?"

"But now that you have produced the armor, Stark Group naturally doesn't have to hide it anymore!"

"If you don't do as I say, I can always have Stark Group produce these strong magnetic armors! By then, will the military still support you?"

"What you are worried about now is that I will use you as a scapegoat. I believe you must have recorded today's conversation. Now let's talk it out. If you have any other conditions, just mention them. We can discuss them."

"But if you dare to play tricks on me again, I won't be polite! Or do you think offending Tony Stark is more terrible than offending me?"

Obadiah's voice was so low and hoarse that Justin broke out in a cold sweat.

"Haha." He laughed dryly twice and softened his tone.

"How is that possible? Mr. Obadiah, I have always respected you very much. This is just for self-protection... But are you sure you can handle the trouble afterwards? That's Tony Stark! The most talented guy in the world!"

"Humph!"

Obadiah snorted coldly and said coldly:

"Only living geniuses are valuable. Dead geniuses are nothing but rotten meat! Only geniuses who can be used by others are worthy of being remembered. Anton Vanke was no less talented than Howard Stark back then, but who still remembers him now?"

Justin secretly wrote down the name Anton Vanke, and then asked tentatively:

"Mr. Obadiah, I plan to open a position in the stock market first and short the shares of Stark Group. I also plan to take the opportunity to acquire some shares later. Regarding this..."

"You can short sell as you like. After Tony Stark's death, the stock market will definitely fluctuate. If you don't short sell, someone else will. But you must control the size of your position. It can't be too large. You are a smart person and you must know what to do. In addition, the shares you absorb cannot exceed 5%, otherwise all shareholders will have opinions. Also, you don't have a seat on the board of directors."

Obadiah talked a lot, but because of this, Justin was sure that Obadiah would not silence anyone again.

"Don't worry, I know my limits. Leave Tony Stark's affairs to me. You just need to wait for good news... Chairman Obadiah!"

……

Thanks to the book friend who is preparing to travel through time for the reward!

(End of this chapter)