Tony Stark

The next day, Daisy tied her hair up, wore a pair of black-framed glasses, dressed in a suit with trousers and high heels, accompanied by James Wesley, who represented her external image, and Miss Matsumoto Maki, a maid and legal advisor. The three of them arrived at the headquarters of Stark Industries in Manhattan.

Expecting the other party to greet them at the entrance was unrealistic. After confirming the meeting time, they sat in the waiting area.

Daisy took out her portable tablet, crossed her legs, and used her own small programs to access the internal network of Stark Industries.

She was familiar with the name J.A.R.V.I.S., but Stark wouldn't integrate artificial intelligence into the corporation. After all, the corporation had many eyes and he wouldn't reveal such cutting-edge technological achievements.

Daisy's guess was right. After some careful probing, she managed to gain department manager-level access.

Looking at the benefits on this side, it had to be said that large enterprises and corporations offered excellent perks and benefits. Although the selection criteria were high, countless people still tried to squeeze in every day.

Quickly downloading data, ten minutes later, she nudged James Wesley with her elbow, indicating for him to see what she had gained.

"Software engineers, statistics experts, these people are all talented, but Stark Group rejected them. Let's pick some that we can incorporate here." Daisy handed her tablet to James.

These job seekers were eager to get into large enterprises, and they practically wrote their family histories in their resumes. They listed every achievement, award, company they worked for, where they lived, and details about their families. Each job seeker's resume also came with comments from Stark Group's human resources department.

Currently, their grassroots organisation didn't have a proper talent assessment standard. Although the score given by Stark Industries to rejected candidates couldn't be the deciding factor, it was still an important reference. With comments from professionals in a large corporation's human resources department, it would be much easier to pick talents.

The former adviser of the black market leader calmly started looking through them. There were a few resumes that were quite impressive, and he planned to call them back.

Legitimate businessmen wouldn't use such methods to gather information on job seekers, but neither of them cared.

After waiting for half an hour, Pepper Potts, a graceful and charming woman, arrived in high heels.

She was very friendly, she immediately shook hands with Daisy, and said, "Mr. Stark was working late last night. He's on his way over here. Would you all like to wait in the reception room?"

Daisy had no good impression of this playboy type. However, she still showed politeness and followed Pepper to the reception room.

Daisy wondered what Pepper, as Tony Stark's assistant, thought of his nightly escapades, so she casually brought up her mission.

"What kind of person is Mr. Stark? Miss Potts, could you tell me more about him?"

In fact, asking this way was quite impolite, but Daisy had a high level of charm and even minor indiscretions could be forgiven!

Miss Potts thought for a moment and replied, "Mr. Stark is very talented, a true genius. I believe he has the power to change the world."

After a short wait, Obadiah Stane, the CEO, pushed the door open and walked in.

Putting aside his villainous identity, Obadiah was a very dignified and refined elderly man. His tall stature and impressive manner added to his charisma.

Unlike many elderly individuals who liked to be domineering, Obadiah wasn't stubborn or proud. On the contrary, he was open to accepting new things.

After a few formalities were exchanged, Daisy's impression of the old man was positive. He didn't try to overshadow others, relying entirely on his personal cultivation to maintain his demeanour.

However, as the conversation moved into substantive matters, both sides' words became sharper.

"Data analytics? Can computers predict human behavioural patterns? I have some doubts about that," Obadiah completely took control of the conversation, leaving Tony's secretary and Daisy's maid unable to join in.

The only ones who could match his aura were the former black market adviser and Daisy.

"We can gather data, know what the targeted audience like, what they pursue, and sell the needed goods to the most needy people," James was the first to counter Obadiah's skepticism.

The old man wasn't easily fooled. He shook his head, saying, "You haven't answered my question."

Daisy picked up the conversation, "We live in a digital age. Our bank records, medical history, emails, university exam scores—all this semi-public data can serve as a foundation for calculation. We use numbers to outline a relatively vivid personal image, and then selectively advertise products to them."

As Daisy finished speaking, she felt a bit strange. She had spoken those words smoothly, and the first half sounded like lines from the Insight plan...

Obadiah, the old man, was insightful. Though he didn't have world domination in mind like Hydra, he had a sharp vision. Daisy's words instantly opened up a new world for him.

"What if I wanted to acquire your company? What kind of offer would you accept?" Obadiah inquired.

Daisy chuckled, "This market is far too vast. We can't handle it all, and neither can Stark Industries. A weapon in the hands of a small country will only cause apprehension. But if it's in the hands of a major power, everyone will fight over it."

Obadiah quickly pondered. Though the reasoning was a bit skewed, it still held some logic. Stark Industries had reached its pinnacle—manufacturing weapons, trading arms, perpetually holding the position of a leader. If they added data analytics and tailored products to customers's needs, it would surely draw hostility.

Recently, the nation's support for Justin Hammer had been unapologetically apparent. They were hoping Hammer Industries could challenge Stark Industries.

Obadiah weighed several potential reactions and eventually abandoned the direct acquisition idea. However, he wouldn't let go of the Big Data project. He planned to distance himself from Stark Industries and run it under his own name—discreet and less troublesome. He just needed to see the specifics of the analysis.

"Miss Johnson has great insight and wisdom. Please forgive my impoliteness. Let's continue discussing our cooperation."

To showcase the strength of Skye Data Analytics, Ltd. , they were granted authorisation to connect to Stark Group's supercomputer on-site for data analysis.

Daisy's algorithms were at least three to five years ahead of the current world's, so she wasn't concerned about being surpassed in the short term.

Based on Stark Industries's size and revenue, they aimed to identify the regions with the greatest supply and demand ratio, considering conflict zones worldwide. This would become the new point of economic growth.

They waited for the results, and at that moment, the door to the reception room was forcefully pushed open.

Dressed in navy blue suit, a checkered tie, and sporting a distinctive small moustache, Tony Stark hastily walked in.