"Dufresne?" Anton Vanke asked, obviously he had never heard of this name or surname, and couldn't help but look at Old Stark beside him.
"Don't look at me like that, I don't know him either." Old Stark shrugged his shoulders, "It sounds like the name of the protagonist in a movie, and it's also a classic movie."
Then he waved his hand: "Just talk to whichever department you should talk to. Come to me after you've negotiated. I'm busy now."
The secretary hesitated: "We have said so, but he insists on interviewing you, Mr. Stark."
Anton Vanko said: "It seems that he is a self-righteous lunatic. Albert Einstein may often encounter such people who want to overthrow his theory."
Old Stark smiled and said: "In fact, I also encounter from time to time, 'Mr. Stark, my invention can make your company number one in the world.' I at least listened to this sentence word for word.
Three times."
"Hahaha." Anton Vanko also laughed, and his laughter also had a unique Russian intonation.
"Let him leave. If he behaves recklessly, you can teach him a lesson."
"Okay." The secretary nodded and left.
On the first floor of the Stark Industries Building, two men in suits and ties were sitting at a coffee table talking. One of them, a black-haired white man, had a gentle face and a well-behaved manner. It was clear from a glance that he had a deep education experience.
The other one had an Indian face and was tall and strong. Perhaps the newly purchased suit did not fit him well, causing him to scratch around from time to time, looking embarrassed.
These two people were the "Business Knight" Dufresne of the Silver Hand and his companion Xinqilub. They were preparing to negotiate a big deal with Stark Industries with the Shia Energy that Rowe had given them.
"Dufresne, don't you think this dress is very uncomfortable?" Xinqilub couldn't help but ask.
Dufresne smiled slightly: "You will slowly get used to it. Sometimes being decent is more important than being comfortable."
At this time, Stark's secretary came down from upstairs and walked straight over and said, "You should leave here, Mr. Stark is very busy."
Dufresne: "When is he free?"
The secretary was a little impatient: "I don't know. Anyway, just leave here as soon as possible. Don't waste our time."
Dufresne said calmly: "If you tell me when Mr. Stark will be free, then I can definitely meet you another day, but if you refuse to tell me, I can only interpret this as driving you away."
"This is a Stark Industries place, and we have the right to expel you," the secretary said, winking at the nearby security guard.
Upon seeing this, several security guards approached the place and vaguely surrounded Dufresne and Xinchilub.
Seeing this, Xinqilubu became somewhat alert and clenched his fists.
Dufresne was as calm as ever. He first raised his hand to appease him, and then said: "I know, you must regard me as a self-righteous lunatic. For a company as big as Stark Industries, this is excusable."
As he spoke, he reached into his briefcase, took out a pile of dollars and threw them on the table, probably tens of thousands of dollars.
"This money is given to you as a meeting gift."
The secretary was at a loss, but after hearing this, several security guards stepped forward to grab the money without hesitation, and the dollars on the table were swept away in an instant.
For these security guards, ten thousand dollars is equivalent to their income for more than ten years, and it doesn't matter even if the company fires them because of this.
Dufresne took out another $20,000 and placed it in front of his secretary.
The secretary swallowed and finally held back. But he also understood at this time that a person who could easily take out tens of thousands of dollars could not be a lunatic.
"Take me to see Mr. Stark, I guarantee you will be happy for this decision." Dufresne said, his light blue eyes showing calm persuasion.
The secretary was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, come with me."
Dufresne stood up, followed closely by Xinchilubu, who went upstairs with his secretary, and soon arrived at the small conference room where Howard Stark was.
"Sorry, Mr. Stark... I think Dr. Dufresne does have something very important to discuss with you," the secretary said.
Old Stark and Anton Vanke looked at each other, and then nodded helplessly: "Okay."
"Please sit down, Dr. Dufresne." He shook hands with Dufresne politely, and then pointed to his side, "This is Anton Vanke."
"Hello." Dufresne heard the Russian accent in Anton Vanke's voice, "Mr. Vanke, are you from the Soviet Union?"
"Russians," said Anton Vanko.
Russia is part of the Soviet Union, but it is difficult for him to say that he is a Soviet. The reason is very simple. He defected from the Soviet Union to the United States.
In the propaganda of the U.S. government, Anton Vanke is an outstanding scientist who decisively defected to the United States, the beacon of humanity, after realizing the "evil nature" of the Soviet Union and became a member of the free world.
This was indeed a blow to the Soviet Union, but the real reason for Anton Vanke's defection was probably only known to him.
Of course, no matter what, Anton Vanke is indeed an extraordinary scientist and engineer, otherwise he would not hold a high position in Stark Industries and chat and laugh with the old Stark.
After a while, the four of them sat down, and Old Stark asked: "Dr. Dufresne, I didn't know you..."
Before he finished speaking, Dufresne took out a box from his briefcase and put it on the table without saying a word.
Old Stark frowned slightly, but still opened the box, and then couldn't help but widen his eyes. Anton Vanke on the side also had the same expression.
"This is an energy device, the only one on earth that can output up to three billion joules of energy per second." Dufresne said, "Mr. Stark, I believe you will not give up on it."
"Three billion!" Anton Vanke exclaimed.
Dufresne: "That's actually a conservative estimate."
Old Stark said: "Before we go on to the next topic, can I test it?"
"sure."
Old Stark nodded, and then he and Anton Vanke brought instruments to test the energy stone of the Shia Empire.
Although it was just a few simple tests, the results still made them excited. Anton Vanke said with a trembling voice: "It's actually true! Such powerful and clean energy is more advanced than our current design. It's simply unbelievable."
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"What's more important is its energy density." Old Stark was also extremely pleasantly surprised. He couldn't help but smile and discussed it excitedly with Anton Vanke for a while.
"With such a size, if we master its technology, we can design it as an energy source for exoskeleton armor."
"I think robots are better..."
After two minutes, they finally regained their composure and realized that this thing did not belong to them yet.
Old Stark looked at Dufresne: "I would like to ask, where did you get this thing?"
"It's not important, and I can't answer you." Dufresne said, "But I can guarantee that there will not be a second piece of land on the earth. If you want, Stark Industries can monopolize it, dig it and master it.
technology."
Anton Vanke stared at him, as if he wanted to see something from his expression, and then said slowly in a low Russian accent: "With all due respect, Dr. Dufresne, this thing does not belong to humans."
