Chapter 201: Cosmic Demon God Totem Project (Part 1)
Go back to a few weeks ago.
In the office of Arkham Sanitarium, Schiller and Strange sat together drinking coffee.
"I don't believe that Kingpin and the Hand will fall out. There is no shadow of you behind this matter." Strange took a sip of coffee and said to Schiller.
"That was a plan made by Nick and I, but it didn't succeed because a dark horse showed up halfway, and the Life Foundation ruined our plan."
"What did you originally plan to do?"
Schiller sighed and said with some regret: "Originally, we wanted to borrow money and join hands with the Hand to increase the price of the immortality factor potion circulating in the black market."
"I gave Kingpin a batch of immortality factor potions before and asked him to sell them to the Hand."
"Jin Bin is a crocodile who can never have enough to eat. Of course he will want to sell this batch of potions at a high price, so he will help us hype this thing and throw out some gimmicks, such as the scarcity of raw materials and the fact that this is the only one.
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"Nick and I speculated that the Hand would definitely buy it. Firstly, they are not short of money. Secondly, they are very interested in the dragon bone with similar functions, and they would even go all over the world to find it."
"The potion I gave them will have obvious effects in the early stage. After they try it, they should buy the potion in their hands."
"At this time, I will release another batch of medicine to Jinpin, but at this time, I will have to charge the cost price. Of course, since the raw materials are indeed scarce, the cost price may be a bit expensive, but Jinpin will still eat it.
Go down because he is confident that he will get a higher price if he sells it to Hand."
"The Hands Association should also buy the second batch of goods, because even if the price increases, it is still within their acceptable range, and it was true that only the Kingpin had the channels to obtain a large amount of medicine at that time, and they would not fall out with the Kingpin.
Will only buy his potions again."
"The third time?" Strange asked.
"No, using this trick for the third time may touch the psychological bottom line of the Hand. The excessive price may make them have the idea of killing people and stealing goods, and it will also provide Kingpin with too much liquidity and encourage his ambitions.
This is not what we want."
"At this time, it is necessary to attract some other forces to enter the market. The official shipments are too small. People who can't get it and are not short of money will naturally want to buy it on the black market."
"By the third round, the news that Kingpin has the supply of goods should have spread. There will be many other people asking him to buy the immortality factor potion. If Kingpin wants to make more money, he will definitely increase the price of the potion again.
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"After this batch of goods is sold, we will no longer provide goods to Jinbin. Once the supply is cut off, the only immortality factor potion on the black market will become a rare commodity. With the real efficacy and the shortage of supply, the price will spontaneously rise.
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"When the price rises to a certain level, organizations that have supply sources will not want prices to come down, because if prices continue to rise, the goods in their hands will become more and more valuable, which is equivalent to sitting at home and having their goods fall from the sky.
money."
"They will join us and start to carry out the same hype. The methods are the same, low quantity, small range of shipments, and the more they sell, the more expensive they will be."
"Then the price goes up, right?"
"Yes, this is a very important part of Nick's autumn funding plan. He is still counting on shipments to make a profit after the price rises."
"So the Life Foundation got you into trouble?"
"That's not entirely true. When we were about to proceed to the third round, he suddenly took out a cheaper immortality factor potion with sufficient supply and unlimited shipments. Naturally, it crashed the price market."
"But there is also an advantage, that is, the Hand thought Kingpin was cheating them with high-priced goods, and they fell out with Kingpin."
"Nick had always been worried that their cooperation was too close, which might affect the regional situation. After they fell out, they reached a balance and reduced SHIELD's workload. It can only be said that there are gains and losses."
"That's just what you think. Based on what I know about Nick Fury, he definitely wants to kill Drake from the Life Foundation now." Strange said firmly.
"So where did their immortality factor potion come from?" Strange asked doubtfully: "Isn't this thing extracted from vampires? Where did they get the vampires? Could it be that they caught them themselves?"
"This shows that there are still smart people in this world. They have also discovered that the principle of the immortality factor potion cannot be falsified at all, and whether it has the effect of extending life will only be seen decades later."
"So they can, like us, come up with a potion that has some healing effects, and call them immortality factor potions."
"Next, we should claim that their raw materials do not meet the regulations? After all, we said before that only the raw materials collected by SHIELD are legal and legal. The Life Foundation does not have bat raw materials, so it is naturally impossible to produce them.
A true immortality factor potion.”
"No, fighting in the ring is the most troublesome way. We say he is fake and he says he is real. Or even if he is fake, it is cheap and equally effective and will always gain a part of the market. In this case, then
Why don’t we just ask him to cooperate?”
"His supply is sufficient and our publicity effect is remarkable, then we can directly outsource production to him. They will be responsible for shipping and we will be responsible for selling. Everyone will make money."
"But isn't what he has in his hands a fake?"
“Aren’t the ones we have in our hands also fake?”
"That makes sense."
The two clinked their coffee cups and showed a sympathetic smile.
That afternoon, Schiller took a cup of coffee and walked into the laboratory where Stark used it most. As soon as he entered, he saw that the experimental table was covered with blood. Stark stood in front of the experimental table, grinning and covering himself.
chest.
Schiller stood at the door and stared at Stark, and Stark also looked up at him. The two stared at each other, and Stark asked: "Do you know what the least popular occupation is in my laboratory?"
"Since you asked Strange this question last time, I guess it's the doctor, right?"
"You still know that you are a doctor!! Come here and help me!!"
"But I'm a psychiatrist." Schiller walked over, put down the coffee slowly, and said, "Everyone is mortal, so be patient."
Stark rolled his eyes, put down the towel he was using to wipe the blood, and reached out to wipe the blood on the countertop randomly.
Schiller moved a chair, sat down on the side of the experimental table, took out a stack of newspapers from his arms, shook the newspapers away, and asked: "Why are you starting to mess with that thing on your chest again? Are you finally going to take it out?"
Have you changed it?"
"Not yet, but I've thought of a new method."
Stark used alcohol to treat the wounds he had just made. While grinning and sucking in the cold air, he said: "I thought about it and felt that the current method of replacing the reactor is a bit too primitive."
"What's the meaning?"
"Whenever I want to replace the reactor on my chest, I have to undergo an operation to remove it from my chest and then replace it with a new one. This process is very troublesome and somewhat dangerous."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I plan to get a socket and then research a portable reactor. The socket is fixed in my body. I can pull out the reactor on my chest at any time and replace it with a new one."
"I discussed this idea with Dr. Ethan, and he said he had never seen anyone in the world who was more interested in seeking death than me."
"His assessment is very fair."
"This is not just to replace the reactor more quickly." Stark explained as he gathered up the pile of bloody cotton balls and towels on the table and threw them away.
"When I was modifying the mecha, I discovered a big problem. Originally, I only had one kind of mecha, and the capabilities were similar. They were all designed to enhance my personal combat capabilities."
"But before, you created a set of magic mechas. Later, we worked together on the concept of swarm robots. After actual combat, we found that we need a logistical mechanical support system. In the future, we may also need enchanted mechas. Such a variety of
Mecha, I need more types of reactors to help me drive them."
"Although a normal reactor can also provide different outputs, I hope it has more functions, especially in adapting to magic."
"And once different versions of the reactor are developed, I can't do one operation a day, right? If I have to spend half of my time lying on the operating table every day, then I won't be able to do anything."
Schiller put down the newspaper, glanced at Stark's chest, and said, "So you're just going to install a zipper for yourself?"
"It's like that joke, no matter what the doctor puts inside you, you can unzip it and take it out."
"Oh, zipper, light bulb, you know these words." Stark said slyly.
"So where is your experiment going? Why did you call me here?"
"I want you to help me test whether the magic ability can be used in the Ark Reactor. In other words, I want you to help me make a magical version of the Ark Reactor."
"You should go find Strange."
"He said he couldn't do it and asked me to come to you."
Schiller put the newspaper on the table, stood up, and said to Stark: "First of all, you should understand my level. In your laboratory, the most high-end job I have ever done is to twist a light bulb."
"Secondly, there is no concept of a magic ark reactor. You said that the design of the ark reactor left by your father uses a new element. This has nothing to do with magic, and this is not how magic works."
"So it really doesn't work?"
Schiller walked to the experimental table, stared at Stark's chest, and then said: "The magic version of the Ark Reactor may not work, but you actually just need an energy source installed on the chest, right?"
"Although I don't understand the structure of the Ark Reactor at all, if you just need an energy source, you should be able to do it. After all, magic is possible."
Schiller snapped his fingers, and the newspapers and coffee placed on the experimental table flew over. He said: "Give us permission to open a high-level laboratory. Strange and I will study it and give you the results in a week.