"What kind of device is this? The manufacturing process seems to be excellent," Howard remarked, his expertise as one of the most outstanding manufacturers among stists allowing him the superb craftsmanship of the iPhone.

  He picked up the phone, assessed its weight, and began to manipute it, experimenting with differeures.

  "I call it a 'Phone'," Kyle said with a faint smile on his face, taking on the role of a salesman. "Don't let its small size deceive you. Iy, it's a device that incorporates hundreds of funs. It has features like fingerprint and facial reition, basic voice trol, photography and video rec capabilities, ste and depression, messaging, arm clock, calcutor, voice rec, games, music, call services, and even a seargine, among many others."

  "A small device like this actually possesses such advanced practical funs?" Howard excimed in amazement as he thhly began to examihe phone.

  Kyle smirked inwardly, finding it amusing that the brilliant manufacturing genius of this Earth was marveling at a mere phone. He almost couldn't tain his ughter.

  This phone was just an Item Card of on White Quality that he had acquired during Card Tributing, and Kyle had initially thought it had little use in the text of World War II. However, after entering Howard on the pne during their travel, a sudden idea occurred to him.

  For him, the phone was currently useless, but for Howard, it was airely different story.

  Regardless, in the 1943 setting, this phone had indeed leaped over half a tury of advaeological progress, even if it had bee a oem in the 21st tury.

  As Howard operated the phone, the s light up, his eyes grew even brighter. His fingers swiftly executed various ands.

  Kyle was astounded by this sight. He hadn't even expihe basic operations of the phoo Howard, yet Howard, relying on his keen sense for teological products, quickly grasped how to operate it on his first try.

  Truly, he was the father of the man who would create Artificial Intelligend the Iron Man suit. Hoossessed the passive card ability of "Teological Adaptation."

  Kyle let Howard tinue using the phone, having already deleted most of the software and ged the time records. Even if Howard were to discover as within it, Kyle wasn't ed.

  This trial sted a full ten minutes.

  As Kyle poured himself a fourth drink, Howard finally turned off the phone's s.

  He stroked his thoughtfully and then looked at Kyle with seriousness in his eyes as he spoke. "Colorful high-resolution dispy, precise touch trol, and various practical software features that are currently unattaihis device called a 'Phone', es from a teological level far beyond our p or perhaps from the future world."

  "Five me for not disclosing too much about its in. However, I guarantee a few things," Kyle replied, addressing Howard's doubts. He smiled and raised three fingers, saying:

  "Os in is absolutely secure.

  Two, there is no sed phone like this in the world right now.

  Three, it will only bring bes to you, without any drawbacks. As long as you fully prehend the advaeology and teiques of this device, Stark Industries will have enough capital and expertise to veo the top-tier teology manufacturing industry after the end of World War II."

  "I uand," Howard said, once again lost in thought.

  Kyle remained patient and began to observe the gentlemen and elegant dies dang gracefully around him while sav the uaste of the vintage wine in his gss.

  "Sir, would you like to dah me?" Several young dies and noble women took the opportunity to approach Kyle, as he appeared young, handsome, and exuded charm with his perfect physique in his tailored suit and shirt.

  "I'm sorry, I have some matters to discuss with my friend," Kyle politely deed, disappointing many of the young women, although a few determined ones handed him their tact cards before leaving.

  After a while, Howard cautiously asked, "If you ihis phone in my pany, how much stake in Stark Industries are you aiming for?"

  With those words spoken, the versation could tinue and Kyle also secretly breathed out a sigh of relief, realizing that he wasn't as calm as he appeared on the surface.

  Although he had great fiden the phohis was still the Marvel World. With the existence of new energy ons, anti-gravity devices, ser tanks, and even automated fighter phe realm of advaeology was vast and uable. Kyle couldn't be sure if he could truly impress Howard with a Phone.

  "I want 40%," Kyle said, opening the iation.

  "40?" Howard, who had just taken a sip of his drink, was caught off guard and coughed out the sip he had just taken. He coughed repeatedly and said, "Your asking price is too high!"

  "Si's a colboration, I'm not just iing in this one phone," Kyle replied calmly, revealing his sed hidden card. "The phone I brought today is just a bargaining chip for our initial discussion. I have something eveer than this."

  " you give me a rough idea of what that item does?" Howard's i iqued once again. The surprises Kyle had brought him tonight were already signifit enough.

  "I only say that the item is ary point into the field of Artificial Intelligence," Kyle said and as soon as he finished speaking, Howard trembled all over. He pced his gss unsteadily on the bar ter, spilling the drink oable.

  In an era where puters were still under development and systems were in their infancy, what did Artificial Intelligence represent?

  It represehe future!

  "If what you're saying is true, then what you're iing in truly is the future," Howard excimed, his body shaking with excitement.

  Kyle smiled and asked, "Uhese circumstances, do you think 40% ownership of Stark Industries is too high of a price?"

  "Not high. Not high at all. Even if you want 50%, I'll give it to you!" Howard's previous hesitation had disappeared pletely as he had no reason to refuse.

  Money, fame, power, aiful women— Howard ehem all, but when it came to iions, they were nothing pared to them!

  "I only need 40%. You will still be the founder and the primary shareholder of Stark Industries," Kyle said with a smile. Only when Stark Industries was pletely under Howard's trol could it develop into a top-tier industrial powerhouse in accordah the timeline.

  His iment was a surefire way for him to reap massive profits, it's like owning a chi that id golden eggs. He wouldn't have to worry about money iure.

  "That's settled then. You will i with the phone and the other item, and iurn, I'll give you 40% ownership of Stark Industries," Hhed heartily before he called the bartender over and ordered another drink, raising his gss high in the air. "Here's to a fruitful deal!"

  "A fruitful deal indeed," Kyle responded, raising his own gss.

  The two ked their gsses once again, then both tilted their heads bad fiheir drinks.

  No one khat the rgest share transa in the history of Stark Industries, the future's top enterprise, had been agreed upon at the bar ter of this underground ball.

  (End of this chapter)