"Hey, boy! Why did you suddenly come to see Uncle Tony today?"
Perhaps because they hadn't seen each other for too long, Tony Stark was a little enthusiastic about Salomon's sudden visit. Although Salomon's visit to Stark Tower was still so sudden, Stark was used to the mystic's
Uninvited. As far as he knew, Salomon relied on the teleportation gate to travel between London and New York every day, so it was quite reasonable to also use the teleportation gate from London to Manhattan.
In the period before this, Stark had only met the managers and some supervisors under Salomon Industry. Most of these people were in contact with Pepper Potts and had no contact with Tony Stark, who was responsible for technology research and development.
There were too many interactions. Therefore, he still doesn’t know the name of the girl with short blond hair who came here to discuss business. He also doesn’t bother to remember the names of those who come and go. He only knows that the girl is in charge of the hotel.
Lomon's investment. In addition, after SHIELD was disbanded, Stark, who relied on lobbying funds and political power to shelter many agents, claimed to be the successor of SHIELD, and most of his energy was focused on eliminating Nine
As a result, the pace of developing new technologies has slowed down significantly.
Salomon rolled his eyes.
"Miss Potts has signed an agreement for the exchange of brain-computer interface technology, Stark." With a cold face, he took the drink from the dull robot named Xiaodai in Stark's laboratory.
"I know what you have been busy with recently," he said, "but the combination of virtual reality technology and brain-computer interface technology is..."
"Oh my god! How old are you and you look exactly like the old guys on the board of directors?"
Stark looked Salomon up and down. For some reason, he felt Salomon's temperament that was completely different from Americans. Under the guidance of Eton College and Athena, Salomon learned how to dress.
, how to be self-disciplined, how to talk like a gentleman, it looked like old money in New York in the 1920s. He looked at it again and again, only then did he confirm that it was the British suit, striped tie and some that Salomon was wearing.
Because of the inconspicuous ruby lapel pin, Salomon looks like an Oxford political and economics student, like the Jazz Age bourgeoisie in the book "The Great Gatsby" he read in high school.
This makes Stark, who has many luxury cars in his garage, look like a nouveau riche. This is indeed the case. The Stark family does indeed belong to new money. Even Howard Stark has been said to be a nouveau riche more than once.
"And that brain-computer interface technology actually belongs to you? When did you start researching in brain science? Is this also magic? Why didn't I know about this?" Stark was surprised at first, and then immediately put on a show.
With an unhappy expression, he poured himself a glass of wine.
"What do you want this technology for?" he asked pretending not to care, "Even I can see that this combination of technologies has no advantage in popularization. After all, not everyone can make up their mind to do brain-computer interface surgery. This kind of surgery
The technology is too advanced and will not be accepted by the market, and Stark Group is just for technical reserves and will not put it into production immediately."
"I need this technology, Stark. I'm not short of money, and I'm not here to make money. On the scale of the galaxy, gold mines and diamond mines are everywhere, and the financial game on Earth is meaningless to me.
Technology and resources are the truly valuable things." Salomon did not beat around the bush, "Infusing signals into the brain from the outside and strengthening some neural links, so that certain knowledge can be learned quickly. This is the real purpose of the brain-computer interface.
, to assist learning.”
This is the purpose of Stephanie coming to Stark Group, the auxiliary learning function of brain-computer interface. Ordinary people cannot learn to operate a space battleship several kilometers long after ten years of education, so Salomon needs this kind of
To instill a large amount of knowledge about piloting battleships into a person's mind. Of course, ordinary people's brains cannot process such huge data, so we must also add the results of the brain science department of the biological laboratory and use brain-computer interfaces to connect external machines.
Aid in thinking.
"Who are you going to use it for, yourself? And aren't you worried about burning your brain?" Stark couldn't believe Salomon's words.
"The person using this technology is not human, at least not 100% human, Stark. If you are willing to conduct research and development, I can open up some of my technical reserves to you, the kind that transforms magical technology into modern technology."
Stark smacked his lips, not understanding what Salomon meant.
What does it mean to not be 100% human? How much purity does a human have?
However, he didn't want to ask this question now. He was interested in the bait Salomon threw.
"Like your chemical composition analyzer? It was also modified by magic technology, right?" Tony Stark suddenly became interested. "Since you granted me the patent, I have been using your chemical analysis
I have conducted research on it. Some key components still need to be produced by Stark Group itself. I really don’t understand how you made those things when you were in junior high school.”
"Just take out your wand and wave it." The mystic mage shrugged.
"Are you kidding me?"
"No, this is a fact."
People who are new to the magical world often have a misunderstanding. They always think that powerful magic is the kind of spell that can create explosions, cause earthquakes, and collapse city walls. However, truly powerful spells are only reflected in some small and inconspicuous places.
Creating a semiconductor that does not exist in the main material plane is much more difficult than creating a fireball. What a fireball can do, a grenade can do, and even higher, and creating non-existent technological products requires not only extreme
High attainments in theoretical magic require knowledge in many disciplines.
The elevator rang a clear bell, and Maria Hill, wearing a business suit, walked out of the elevator holding a document. She immediately saw Tony Stark and Salomon standing face to face.
"Stark, there is a document here that needs your signature." She walked over and gently pushed away the mechanical arm that Derpy stretched out as if to be attentive, without looking at Salomon. She tried to avoid looking at Salomon.
Contact, this was a rule set by Nick Fury when he was still leading S.H.I.E.L.D. Except for Natasha Romanoff, no other agents above level eight could look at Salomon to avoid leaking intelligence.
"Miss Potts asked me to get the consent form for the modification of the Avengers supersonic Quinjet fighter."
"Oh! Can't you bear it, old guy?" Stark took the pen, glanced at it casually and signed it. He had long heard that Steve Rogers was impatient to hunt down Hydra.
The remnant party, but at that time, the White House had not yet allowed the Avengers to operate, so many things could only be done secretly. "Want to join?" He raised his head and glanced at Salomon standing aside, "I know, young people always
I want to go somewhere where I can show my strength..."
"No, thank you." The Mystic Mage shook his head indifferently, "I'm not interested in fights between mortals."
"Ha! 'Mortal'?" Stark pushed the document back to Maria Hill, "You sound almost like Thor now. No, it should be more like Loki, that golden bastard with horns."
"I have my responsibility. Stark. Kamathaj will not care about the petty quarrels between mortals. As long as humanity survives, anything will be fine. If Hitler can resist aliens, what do you think about Kamathai?