MTL - Become Marvel Daisy Johnson-Chapter 82 noisily

Noisy and busy, the day of the press conference will soon come. The conference was held at Daisy's alma mater, near the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, on a pleasant green grassland. There, Rising Tide Studios staffed up a week ago and started building the stage here.

This is specially allowed by the school for Daisy's sake. Daisy's invention of the smartphone vaguely has the potential to be a sign of a new age, and Daisy is, essentially, a dropout.

In the past three months, the principal Charles even asked Daisy himself if he would like to spend some time to complete the unfinished studies. The implication is that as long as Daisy earns enough credits, she can 100% get a degree and diploma.

Although these things are useless to Daisy now, the special pass at the school is an affirmation of Daisy. Especially the identity of the former senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Principal Charles knew about it.

"Dear Principal Charles, thank you for your kindness, but I am busy with business and cannot afford to complete the remaining credits. Can you accommodate me and wait for me for six months?"

"Of course, in fact, you proposed it much earlier than I thought."

As an outstanding student of the school, the principal intends to invite Daisy to participate in this lecture. But it happened to coincide with the time of the press conference of Rising Tide Studio. The old professor Charles thought about Daisy in good faith and didn't invite her to come.

The press conference is at two o'clock in the afternoon. The scale of this press conference is much smaller than the first one, but the layout of the venue is more experienced, and the tidy scene has raised the style several grades.

On the green ground, a house was built. The house was not small, but it was not very big either. It is four meters high, and it looks very empty inside. The stage is very spacious. In order to prevent accidents, there are three layers of steel plates under the stage for reinforcement. There are three rows of seats below the stage in an arc around the stage.

Half of the stage is a huge screen, and the other half is a thick curtain, allowing the guests to make their debut. The stage lighting design is very bright and ingenious. The interior was originally dim, but the lighting clearly brightened the view of the auditorium without dazzling. The stage has become the highlight of the entire room, and it is highlighted in the room, so that everyone who comes in is attracted by the stage at first glance. Such a focused stage also takes into account the reflection of the screen of the smartphone, and better displays the functions of the smartphone.

Such a request can make the interior stage designer's head dizzy for a long time.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, reporters from a local TV station who had been invited by Daisy gathered after hearing the news.

"Mr. Parker" James Sr. bit his cigar and walked to the side of another group of media.

"It's really a miracle that two groups of people from different channels of WHH interviewed the same news." Old James' face was still kind, at least he didn't lose his temper immediately.

"I heard that you and that little girl are related?"

Mr. Ben Parker wrapped the cable in his hand and put it aside. Looking at the old man in front of him.

"This is big news! James, you know, the Director likes to diversify his investments."

"To be precise, she is my niece. Although we don't meet often."

Ben Parker doesn't shy away from his relationship with Daisy, which is to its own advantage.

After taking a deep sip of his cigar, old James turned his head and said to Lilith behind him, "Lilith, what are you waiting for? You haven't come to say hello to the future news star."

As he spoke, he turned around and complained to Ben Parker.

"The little girl always wanted to interview Tony Stark. She heard that the **** was giving a speech at the university next door today, and she became a fool."

"Young girls face Stark, it's the norm. You're too harsh, James."

Lilith was overwhelmed by James' accusation, and Ben Parker spoke for her kindly. Lilith, an intern, suddenly fell in love with the handsome Ben Parker in front of her.

She wanted to say something about the responsibilities of her boss, Old James, and retorted:

"He's making war money! Why don't we question him?"

"Relax, Miss Lilith," Ben Parker reminded kindly.

"No one in the media is willing to give up Tony Stark's exclusivity. If you look at other TV stations, they are all doing double-handed preparations."

Saying that, Ben Parker and old James would both smile heartily.

Rising Tide Studios with Tony Stark. Stark's name alone can bring traffic, and the news of Rising Tide Studio is not worth mentioning in front of these media people.

"The rising tide is strong, but Tony Stark's side clearly prohibits interviews. Parker, you do an easy job."

Old James told the arrangement from above

"Stark's lace news is first-hand, but it's not as realistic as the news here. Perhaps, the wind direction in the future is about to change."

Ben Parker expressed his concerns.

The two laughed at the same time, but shook their heads again. After saying hello, each went back to their own positions, wiring, debugging, and racking. The venue was very busy and lively.

In the headquarter of Rising Tide, Daisy, who has always been very nervous, finally felt a little bit of tension on the foot of the door.

"Looking like this, does it look like I'm a small girl? Do you want to put a pink hairpin or something?"

Cynthia stroked her forehead and smiled bitterly: "Do you have any misunderstandings about the little girl?"

He straightened Daisy's chubby face, and gently covered her face with the foundation. Daisy's yellow face made her look a little darker, which was the result of comparison with Cynthia, and she was very dissatisfied.

He hurriedly called Cynthia to touch up her makeup. But now there is still a long time before the press conference starts, everyone is in the company, why do you put on makeup...

"Don't you need to wear lipstick? That kind of light color..."

"..." Cynthia really wanted to complain, put on it now, is it enough for you... and put on lipstick for her.

"Put on some casual clothes so that you look like a little girl." Cynthia packed up her cosmetics as she spoke.

Daisy, who was cleaned up, sat blankly in front of the computer. In front of her was the speech that Jessica helped Daisy write, which was quite thick.

Bored, he took the manuscript in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and casually threw the manuscript on the table. The manuscript slid a certain distance on the table and landed firmly on the edge of the table.

The ten fingers of both hands were pressed against each other, and two index fingers poked her nose. Daisy stared at the computer screen that was not flickering, thinking in her mind.

Cynthia on the side looked at Daisy curiously, and packed Daisy's own cosmetics. Daisy got up, came to Cynthia, picked up the girls' unisex clothes she bought for Daisy, and took off the shirt in front of her...

A short lunch break, the cold March ushered in a small heat wave at noon, warming people's hearts. The venue was crowded with people, and there was still half an hour left before the opening.

Outside the venue, there are tables of exquisite food, pleasant meals. Most of the melon-eating crowd held a cup in their hands, watching curiously at the giant temporary building in the infield area.

Justin Hammer intends to acquire Rising Tide Studios, and this time he came in person, which shows his determination and sincerity. It's just that he is a funny person, so it is difficult to give Daisy a sense of security in business. At this time, he is facing the media, talking about the continuous development after the acquisition of Chaochao Studio. Against the background of the stage, it has the taste of pointing the country.

Stark Industries occupies the bulk of the military industry ~www.novelbuddy.com~ Most of the remaining share is eaten by Hanmer Military Industry, so Hanmer Military Industry has always been the most qualified enterprise to challenge Stark Industries. Anyone who starts the military industry is full of blood and debts. At this time, Justin Hammer said some humorous and flirtatious words to the beautiful reporter in front of him.

Lilith didn't give him a good face...

With a whisper from the surrounding media people, everyone looked at the Meacham father and daughter who were approaching. Joey held Hadro's arm obediently, and calmly faced the camera that turned sharply.

"Mr. Meacham, may I ask if you came back from the dead?"

"Mr. Meacham, your cemetery is still standing in the park cemetery. When will you remove it?"

"Mr. Meacham, are you also willing to acquire Rising Tide Studio?"

"There are rumors that you have a close relationship with President Rising Tide Skye. Have the two completed the merger plan in private?"

"Miss Meacham, . . . "

Bitter questions followed, and for Hadro Meacham, who was back in charge of the RAND Corporation, the media's questions were not friendly. This is the norm for Hadro Meacham in public recently, and he has long been used to it.

"The cooperative relationship between RAND Group and Rising Tide Studio is inseparable. I have great respect for Rising Tide Studio's self-development."

Hadro dropped such an ambiguous sentence, and Joey followed his father and strode towards the infield. Justin Hammer, who had been waiting for a long time, warmly embraced Hadro Meacham, and the two had no cooperative relationship.

There are no eternal enemies in the business world, and there are no absolute friends.

Justin touched his nose and exaggerated:

"Did you use the seven magic beads or did you draw a spell? I'm so happy to see an old friend still alive!"