New York.
Haibolun Technology Building, empty conference room.
A huge virtual screen displayed a press conference venue before Luke Field's eyes.
...
New York.
A hotel.
A surging crowd was cordoned off beyond the barrier, and in front of the hotel steps were reporters with long lenses and short lenses, eagerly awaiting.
"They're here! They're here!"
A sudden clamor accompanied the roar of a speeding car. When the black commercial vehicle stopped in front of the hotel, the reporters gathered at the steps immediately seemed to receive some command, and all strode forward, rushing with their colleagues, carrying their tools of the trade.
The car door opened, and a plump man, trying hard to keep his expression stern and imposing, laboriously climbed out of the driver's seat. He then walked around to open the door for a man in a perfectly tailored suit.
The man, wearing black sunglasses, paused in front of the car. He saw the reporters swarming towards him and curled his lips. Protected by his plump bodyguard and the hotel security, he strode towards the hotel entrance.
"Tony Stark, what do you have to say about the surge in Stark Industries' stock?" This was finance.
"Tony Stark, supermodel Ashira revealed in an interview that she toured New York with you two days ago and returned to your Malibu mansion in Los Angeles with you that night. Is this true?" This was entertainment.
"..."
Tony Stark adjusted his cuff, showing no intention of answering the continuous questions from the surrounding reporters. Just then, a beautiful female reporter, while her burly colleagues held back the hotel security, dashed in front of him with her microphone, incredibly agile on her ten-centimeter stilettos. She extended the microphone, walking sideways to keep pace with Tony Stark, and rapidly fired her question.
"Tony Stark, Justin Hammer, the head of Hammer Industries, said that your talent in technological invention and creation is excellent, but not unrivaled. Do you agree?"
Tony Stark stopped his forward steps upon hearing this. He gently pulled down his sunglasses with his right index finger, revealing his eyes beneath. He first carefully scrutinized the female reporter's beautiful face, then his gaze shifted downwards, scanning her tall, shapely figure, which was encased in a tight, long dress. He smiled.
"What's your name? Never mind, I can spare some time tonight for an exclusive interview with you. You can contact my secretary and assistant, Pepper… Oh, she's not around right now. Contact my bodyguard Happy Hogan instead. Yes, that reliable, plump man right there. He'll arrange the time." Tony Stark pointed to Happy Hogan, who was struggling to push back the crowd of reporters, like a small boat in a storm about to capsize under his own weight. He spoke with a theatrical tone, looking at the female reporter who first looked stunned, then overjoyed.
"As for Justin Hammer, I have nothing good to say to him. After all, to compete with Stark Industries, he has created many 'geniuses' who can rival me over the years, and he even personally put on a show. Unfortunately, he can at most be considered an arms dealer. Don't use those 'geniuses' he's propped up to hype me up anymore. I know I'm a hot commodity. But in this business, fame won't make his 'products' sell better."
"What about Haibolun Technology?" The female reporter, seeing Tony Stark about to leave, immediately seized the opportunity and interjected, "Haibolun Technology, founded by Luke Field, is hailed as the most anticipated Technology company of the new century. Some even believe it can rival Stark Industries in the future…"
"That genius boy who, before he was fifteen, could independently build a mechanical dog and create an amazing program for it as his own fifteenth birthday gift?" Tony Stark stopped his raised foot and looked at the female reporter with interest.
The female reporter nodded eagerly.
"To be fair, he's got something, but not much. I could already do what he did at fifteen when I was ten." Tony Stark finished speaking, then walked up the hotel steps, turned around, and said to the female reporter, who had been re-blocked by the hotel security, "But overall, he's much more impressive than those 'geniuses' Justin created. I suggest Justin collaborate with this genius boy; it would help Hammer Industries' recently low stock surge."
...
"Are you watching that arrogant guy again?"
A curvaceous blonde woman knocked and entered, seeing the virtual image disappear. Tony Stark's highly recognizable face made her frown.
"His talent supports his arrogance." Luke Field, at the conference table, clasped his hands beneath his chin.
Luke Field, or rather, Lu Ke, was a typical transmigrator.
After clearing a Luke raid and flipping a card, his vision went dark, and he inexplicably reincarnated into this World. It was unclear whether it was fortunate or unfortunate; he didn't become one of the orphans in the transmigrator orphanage. Instead, he had both parents and all his elders. His family background could even be described as quite good. His mother was a director of a listed company, and his father was a partner at New York's largest law firm. This allowed Luke Field to live a life far superior to many transmigrator predecessors from birth.
Luke Field had always been content, until one day, he saw a certain flamboyant man on television. His mood was no longer so pleasant.
Stark International.
Osborn Industries.
Hammer Industries.
After a thorough investigation, these familiar names of large corporations directly crushed Luke Field's tender, young heart at the time. If it weren't for his golden finger system, which was constantly counting down to awakening, he feared he would have given up on the spot and just let things be. Ever since he learned that this World he was in was the Marvel Universe, his daily prayers for his golden finger system's countdown to accelerate became much more fervent.
On his fourteenth birthday, the countdown for his golden finger system was finally about to reach zero.
He was almost surging with anticipation, closing his eyes in front of the cake, counting down with the constantly decreasing single-digit number in his heart. After the number reached zero, the countdown disappeared from his mind, replaced by a dazzling golden light, similar to a card flip's flash.
A golden card appeared, then shattered into pieces, merging into Luke Field's body, immediately letting him know what this golden finger truly was.
A character card gacha system.
[Talent Card: Manufacturer Luke!]
[Signed internally, seeking continued readership, seeking investment]