"Hey, Boy! Why did you suddenly come to Uncle Tony today?"

Perhaps it was because he hadn't met for too long, and Tony Stark was a little enthusiastic about Salomon's sudden visit. Although Salomon's way of visiting the Stark Building was still so sudden, Stark was used to the uninvited visit of the Secret Mage. As far as he knew, Salomon relied on portals every day to and from London to Manhattan, so it was quite reasonable to use portals from London to Manhattan.

At one point before this, Stark only saw managers and some supervisors in the Salomon industry. Most of them were connected with Pepper Potz and did not have much intersection with Tony Stark, who was responsible for technology research and development. Therefore, he still doesn't know what the name of the girl with short blonde hair who came here to discuss business. He doesn't bother to remember the names of those who come and go. He only knows that the girl is responsible for all Salomon's investments. In addition, after the disbandment of SHIELD, Stark, who relied on lobbying funds and political forces to protect many agents, claimed to be the successor of SHIELD, and most of his energy was to eliminate Hydra, and the speed of developing new technologies was greatly slowed down.

Salomon rolled his eyes.

"Miss Potz has signed a agreement to exchange brain-computer interface technology, Stark." He coldly took the drink handed over by the dai-tat robot named Xiaodai in Stark's lab. "I know what you're busy with recently." He said, "but the combination of virtual reality technology and brain-computer interface technology is..."

"Oh my God! How old are you, you're actually exactly the same as the old guy on the board!"

Stark looked up and down at Salomon. For some reason, he felt the temperament that was completely different from that of Americans. Under the guidance of Eton School and Athena, Salomon learned how to dress, how to discipline himself, and how to talk like a gentleman, and looked like Old Money in New York in the 1920s. He looked again and again, and this was indeed the reason for Salomon's British suit, striped tie and a somewhat inconspicuous ruby ​​collar needle, which made Salomon look like a major in political and economics major in Oxford, like the jazz-era bourgeoisie in the book "The Great Gatsby" he read in high school.

This made Stark, who had many luxury cars in the garage, look like a nouveau riche. In fact, the Stark family does belong to New Money, and even Howard Stark has been said to be a nouveau riche more than once.

"And that brain-computer interface technology is yours? When did you study brain science? Is this also magic? Why don't I know this?" Stark was surprised at first, then immediately put on an unhappy expression and poured himself a glass of wine.

"What do you want this technology to do?" he asked pretended to be careless, "Even I can see that this technology combination does not have the advantage of popularization. After all, not everyone can make up their minds to perform brain-computer interface surgery. This technology is too advanced and will not be accepted by the market. Stark Group is just for technical reserves and will not start production immediately."

"I need this technology, Stark. I am not short of money, and I am not trying to make money. In the scale of the Milky Way, gold and diamond mines are everywhere. Financial games on the earth are meaningless to me. Technology and resources are the real valuable things." Salomon did not go around the corner, "instill signals from the outside to the brain, strengthen some neural links, so that some knowledge can be learned quickly. This is the real purpose of the brain-computer interface and assists in learning."

This is the purpose of Stephanie coming to the Stark Group, the auxiliary learning function of the brain-computer interface. Ordinary people cannot learn to start a space warship that is several thousand meters long through ten years of education. Therefore, Salomon needs this kind of thing to instill a large amount of knowledge about flying a warship into a person's brain. Of course, the brain-computer brain cannot process such a huge amount of data, so the results of the brain science department of the biological laboratory must be added to use the brain-computer interface to assist in thinking.

"Who are you going to use for? Are you yourself? And aren't you worried about burning your brain?" Stark couldn't believe Salomon's words.

"It is not humans who use this technology, at least not 100% humans, Stark. If you are willing to do research and development, I can open up some of my technical reserves to you, the kind that magic technology is transformed into modern technology."

Stark smacked his lips, and he couldn't understand what Salomon said.

What does it mean not to be 100% human? Does humans still have a few percent purity?

However, he doesn't want to ask this question now, he is interested in the bait thrown by Salomon.

"Like your chemical composition analyzer? It was also transformed by magic technology, right?" Tony Stark immediately became interested. "Since you authorized me to the patent, I have studied your chemical analyzer. Some key components still need to be produced by the Stark Group. I really don't understand how you made those things in junior high school."

"Take out your wand and wave it." The secret mage shrugged.

"Are you kidding?"

"No, this is the truth."

People who are new to the magic world often have a misunderstanding, and they always think that powerful magic is the kind of spell that can create explosions, cause earthquakes, and collapse city walls. However, truly powerful magic is only reflected in some tiny and inconspicuous places. Creating a semiconductor that does not exist for the main material plane is much more difficult than creating a fireball. What a fireball can do, grenades can do, or even higher. Creating non-existent technological products not only requires extremely high theoretical magic attainments, but also requires knowledge in many disciplines.

The elevator sounded a crisp ringtone, and Maria Hill, in a business suit, walked out of the elevator with a document. She saw Tony Stark and Salomon standing face to face at a glance.

"Stark, there is a document that needs to be signed by you." She walked over and gently pushed away Xiaodai's robotic arm that was stretched out with diligently, and didn't look at Salomon. She tried to avoid eye contact with Salomon, which was the rule that Nick Fury set when he was leading S.H.E.L. Except for Natasha Romanov, no other agents above level eight could look at Salomon to avoid intelligence leakage.

"Miss Potz asked me to bring the Avengers Supersonic Quin fighter transformation."

"Oh! The old guy can't help it?" Stark took the pen, took a few casual glances and signed the autograph. He had heard that Steve Rogers was impatient to pursue the Hydra remnants, but at that time the White House had not allowed the Avengers to operate, so many things could only be done secretly. "Do you want to join?" He raised his head and looked at Salomon standing beside him, "I know, young people always want to go where they can exert their strength..."

"No, thank you." The secret mage shook his head coldly, "I am not interested in the fight between mortals."

"Ha! 'mortal'?" Stark put the documents back to Maria Hill, "You sound like Thor now. No, you should be more like Rocky, that long-horned golden bastard."
Chapter completed!