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"In that case, Tony, please continue to slowly improve the technology for gold-titanium alloy and get us into the materials field. We all believe this is a viable approach."
Tony, who had already been mentally preparing for the challenge and brainstorming ways to improve the gold-titanium alloy, was brought back to reality by the shareholders.
He had his own ideas and was happy to be able to continue his research with the support of Stark Industries. But since this was a business decision, he felt it was important to be clear with the people who cared most about the bottom line.
"I must remind you again," he said. "I'm confident that the performance of gold-titanium alloy can surpass that of ultra-high-tensile steel in a short time.
However, the risk of a financial loss will not be reduced and could even increase. Also, Parker Industries may further improve their material in the future. This is not a guaranteed win. Are you sure you've made your final decision?"
The shareholders looked at one another, saw confidence reflected in each other's eyes, and gave their unanimous answer.
"Yes. We've decided. We'll use our connections to help Stark Industries get into the materials field for free. All you need to do is keep optimizing the gold-titanium alloy."
"Alright, I have no objections then."
Tony acted as if he didn't care, but he knew that even if the venture failed, as long as Stark Industries maintained its position in the arms market, it wouldn't face serious damage. This was just an attempt. If they succeeded, they'd make a lot of money.
If they failed, it would at least keep these money-hungry shareholders happy for a while. The shareholders, for their part, felt the same way.
A successful venture would mean more dividends, and even if it failed, it would only cause a temporary dip in Stark's stock. As long as the arms business was strong, the company would recover.
The Aftermath
And just like that, after the meeting, Stark Industries announced that it was following Parker Industries into the materials business, showcasing its gold-titanium alloy.
When the alloy's performance was revealed to the public, traditional materials merchants were left reeling. The new products from Stark Industries and Parker Industries were poised to completely replace the upper-mid-tier materials market.
While these traditional companies wouldn't lose all their orders right away, as the two giants expanded, their business would shrink until they could only survive by selling cheap, niche materials.
"Maybe I should go to Parker Industries and ask them to buy my factory. At least I'll get some money back."
Many company owners had this exact thought, which forced Clark to meet with a steady stream of business owners to discuss acquisitions. This, in turn, shocked the executives.
They had all assumed that Clark Parker, the 14-year-old major shareholder, was just a figurehead in a game between father and son.
But in their meetings, they found that all the major decisions were made by this 14-year-old. Of course, they had never seen a 14-year-old who stood nearly seven feet tall with a body of muscle.
The steady growth of Parker Industries was all thanks to this young man, who was personally in charge of every detail. Yes, everything. From strategy to operations, he handled it all.
"This company is a monster," every boss would exclaim as they left Parker Industries after successfully selling their company.
The employees of Parker Industries were equally thrilled, thanks to their ever-improving paychecks. But there were exceptions, such as...
"Natasha, please help me contact the hundred small and medium-sized company owners on the list I gave you earlier."
Clark sat in his office, handling the company's many tasks at his super speed. In the secretary's office outside, his beautiful, red-haired secretary, Natasha, was also extremely busy.
She felt like she was constantly running just to keep up, and she was always a little out of breath. The reason was simple: she had a boss who worked at the speed of light.
In ancient times, a highly capable and diligent emperor meant suffering for his court ministers. Natasha's situation was no different.
Clark never made anyone work overtime, but he had calculated a precise limit: the maximum workload his subordinates could handle in a day without working overtime. This was now known among Parker Industries' employees as the "Eight Hours of Death."
Clark had factored in the company's expansion, the daily workload, and each employee's efficiency so that everyone could go home after eight hours of intense, focused work with no time wasted.
Some employees had considered slacking off, but they quickly learned their lesson. Clark could accept if someone was genuinely incompetent—he would adjust their workload and pay accordingly. But he would not tolerate someone getting a full salary for doing less than half the work.
As the secretary who reported directly to Clark, Natasha's salary was one of the highest in the company. But with it came the burden of keeping up with a boss who completed and assigned work at the speed of light.
If she paused for even a moment, Clark's reminder would come from the office. It wasn't that he had nothing to do but watch her. He had already finished his work and needed her to send him more.
"Who still remembers that I'm actually a spy?" Natasha thought to herself, nearly in tears. She had originally planned to use her secretary role to uncover the secrets of Parker Industries.
But ever since she started working for Clark, she hadn't had a single second of free time during work hours. And once the day was over, she, a non-researcher, couldn't stay in the company. With Clark watching her, there was no way she could sneak in.
"Who told you not to let me hire a secretary to help you?" a voice asked. Clark, holding a cup of water, had quietly walked over to her desk. He looked at the agent, who was so exhausted she looked like a zombie. "It's a miracle you've lasted this long."
"If another person was in this office, how could I have quietly gathered intelligence?" Natasha thought to herself.