"Toni Stark, a famous entrepreneur, arms dealer and chairman of Stark Industries, was confirmed missing in Afghanistan yesterday."
"The stock of Stark Industries fell sharply, and its market value evaporated nearly 100 billion overnight!"
"Toni Stark, a billionaire, was hijacked by terrorists and asked the US to withdraw its troops immediately..."
...
"Xiaoqiang, it's a good idea for everyone to be half Hollywood's beautiful actress. Now that you are gone, what should I do alone?"
Osborne Group Building
Office decorated in classical style.
Behind the large desk, a young man with brown hair was nibbling at the pen holder, watching the changing news on the opposite TV screen, and constantly shaking the boss's chair.
Although his face was filled with emotion, the upward corners of his mouth betrayed the youth's happy mood.
Today is the hundredth day that Fang Tong was sent away by the god of mud head cart.
Finally
He waited until the beginning of the Marvel universe when Tonistak was attacked.
Although I don't want to admit it, this stupid playboy runs through the early stage of Marvel.
It represents the beginning and the end.
And Fang Tong.
He became the only son of Norman Osborne, Harry Osborne, and worked hard to keep his family at present.
Old Norman was critically ill and left the mess to him alone.
Fortunately, Tony was captured by terrorists!
The stock of Stark Group fell precipitously, which was beyond imagination. What's more, Fang Tong forced the board of directors to decide to short Stark Group's stock not long ago.
Hey, that means He made a fortune.
"The harvest season."
Fang Tong shows a satisfied and reserved smile.
Today, he will take the opportunity to clean up those stubborn shareholders who are always making trouble for him.
He has been scheming for a long time.
It's time to finish. As a passer-by, it's troublesome if he doesn't have any extras. If he does, he shouldn't be so careful.
...
"Dong dong dong - Mr. Osborne?"
There was a knock at the door.
"Please come in."
Fang Tong, whose mind was interrupted, resumed calm and said lazily that his remote control was still changing channels.
[Tonistak is attacked]
[Tiny news from Tonistak]
[Interview with Tony's ex girlfriend]
[How many women have Playboy slept with]
Here, Fang Tong paused.
He swore that he was just curious and didn't mean to learn from others.
"Ten hundred thousand!"
"Cattle." Fang Tong has strange eyes.
...
The office door was pushed open.
Dressed in a black wrap buttocks skirt, a beautiful secretary with a graceful figure walked in, swaying her waist and legs.
"Mr. Osborne, all the directors are waiting for you in the conference room."
Smell the words.
Fang Tong stood up from the boss's chair and inserted the pen into his shirt pocket.
I looked at the big TV screen next to me again.
The picture of Tony Stark holding a pair of twins and standing at the gate of the hotel when he was drunk was playing.
The reporter asked him what he thought of the recent emergence of a new force. With six actresses in the entertainment industry a month, Harry Osborne temporarily ranked first in the speed of changing girlfriends.
"Harry Osborne? Oh, you said that the old Osborne's child is just a little boy with no hair. It can't shake my position..."
"Hehe..."
Fang Tong curled his mouth and walked towards the door.
In place of what position, is Teddy the West Coast Gun King?
dog shit!
He took down this sentence.
"I know."
...
Footsteps were ringing in the empty corridor.
The beautiful secretary followed Fang Tong, a little absent-minded, and didn't know what she was thinking.
"Everyone here?"
Fang Tong asked again, but there was no response. She stopped and looked back. The beautiful secretary then responded, "Sorry, all the directors are here."
"Well, what about the share purchase contract that you were asked to prepare?" Fang Tong nodded and asked again.
"It's all here."
The beautiful secretary is not a vase that she likes but doesn't like. As an Ivy League senior in business administration, this little thing can't go wrong, but she is curious.
"Sir, I don't think the directors will agree to the terms of these purchase contracts you have prepared."
"Hehe, you don't understand, just wait and see."
The beautiful secretary pursed her lips, hesitated and finally gave up.
"It's Mr..."
...
Stand at the gate of the conference room.
Fang Tong arranges his clothes and strides into the meeting room.
Meeting room.
Smoke surrounds, and the ashtray on the table is full of cigarette butts and cigar butts.
The choking smoke made Fang Tong cough.
Are these guys not afraid to suck themselves to death?
The shareholder directors who were still in a fierce dispute just now saw Fang Tong coming in, they stopped quarreling and watched him walk to the front seat.
The pressure is not so great. All the old foxes sitting here are billionaires, and the momentum is overwhelming.
But Fang Tong turned a blind eye to the pressure.
Stand in the main seat.
Slender ten points on the table.
Glancing down the seat, no one got up to welcome him.
It's disappointing.
Three months later, these old die hards are still clinging to their meaningless face.
Can't learn the simple truth that mutual respect is mutual.
Fang Tong raised his eyebrows and leaned forward slightly, which made him look more oppressive and revealed his white teeth.
"Why don't you welcome me?"
The long tone echoed in the conference room.
"It's disappointing to have no politeness towards the chairman, even the acting chairman."
After injecting the inferior super serum from the laboratory, Fang Tong also has the ability to protect himself.
But the corresponding British genes hidden in the Osborne family's genetic inheritance are also gradually stimulated.
Not good or bad, at least Fang Tongting likes this feeling of indulgence and freedom.
...
The irony and bitterness in the youth talk made the lower directors move their buttocks uncomfortable.
Nobody wants to look at the young man.
I don't know where to start. The polite Harry Osborne has changed into a tough guy with unpredictable behavior.
While making them feel uneasy, they are also ashamed that they should be afraid of a young man who has just grown up.
I think of a series of crazy deeds Harry Osborne has done during this period.
Including fighting with Tony Stark on the street, participating in the unrestricted fighting contest, and shooting the neon embassy! The reason is actually to celebrate the National Day on October 1st.
In addition, there are many crazy moves.
Isn't it a bit uneconomical to oppose such a madman?
Several more people in the conference room began to move their bodies.
Fang Tong glanced at one director.
The person who looks at him will automatically move his eyes.
Either he turned his face away from him, or he covered it with various small movements.
The situation is deadlocked
I don't know how long ago.
About half of them could not bear the invisible confrontation and got up slowly.
"Chairman.."
Then several directors swaying in the middle got up and bowed their heads to Fang Tong, the first one, to show their respect.
Fang Tong nodded in response.
To the end!
Only a few old die hards were still holding cigars and nailed to their seats.
A look of what you can do for me, looking at Fang Tong happily.
This group of old die hards, after Norman Osborne's death, almost took the foundation away from Harry.
Fang Tong squinted and wrote down these people.
Then, to everyone's surprise, he showed a friendly smile, pressed his hand, and took the lead in sitting on the throne.
He was playing with the expensive gold pen.
"Well, please sit down. Everyone is a group elder. As a younger generation, I should respect you."
Fang Tong's action was regarded as their victory by the old die hards, while his words were regarded as showing weakness and bowing.
Only then did the old die hards smile.
They all found a lame reason to explain why they couldn't get up easily.
The original dignified atmosphere unfolded.
And then Fang Tong's words pushed the atmosphere to a warmer place.
He pulled out a document from his briefcase, raised it, attracted the attention of all directors, and then put it in front of him.
A simple smile said.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the time to share the spoils... cough, the harvest is finally coming."
"This time, thanks to the terrorists, we bite off a big piece of meat from Stark Industries."
"Congratulations to everyone here..."
"The wealth that you can't spend has increased a lot."
