Stark Industries Semiannual Meeting

New York, where the Watchtower Building, originally stood in Henry's memory, was built by the Sentry, is now Stark Industries ' property.

However, it was not the skyscraper that would later become the Avengers' base; it was just an old commercial office building in Manhattan, a prime location where land is incredibly valuable.

Sentry, once hailed by the news media as "the first superhero in history," has been erased from everyone's memory. This makes Henry, who possesses two sets of memories, quite uncomfortable and leads him to speculate about the wish-granting power of the Six Infinity Stones.

What If...? this wasn't a case of Tony Stark obtaining corrupted wish power through trickery, then the Infinity Stones ' effects must have a certain "range" limitation.

The limitation is that the Infinity Stones only have the highest level of control over people and things in "this universe." Once they encounter something that doesn't belong to this universe, their control, if not zero, is practically nonexistent.

This is why the whole world seemed to have changed overnight, and all the injuries to his body were healed. However, the soul of the transmigrator could not be completely affected by the power of his wishes, which left two sets of memories in his brain.

The damage to both eyes was caused by a force suspected to originate from another universe. Therefore, after making the wish, her eyes did not "return to normal."

Following this line of reasoning, what happened to the Sentry and Phoenix, who each received a special ray attack from themselves?

Sentry died instantly, Phoenix appeared to be severely injured, which is why the X-Men are causing trouble for them again. What happens next?

Should we go check out the Jean Grey Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters?

Standing in the plaza in front of the office building, Henry habitually analyzed the differences between the two memories. It was as if, after he had just arrived in this world and truly gained his freedom, he would unconsciously compare the differences between the two worlds before and after his journey.

Doing this is meaningless; it's just to help myself understand. Don't make a fool of yourself by trying to use a Ming Dynasty imperial sword to execute a Qing Dynasty official.

So the thought of going to the X-Men headquarters and walking into their trap only flashed through my mind. It's best to avoid those Mutants if possible.

It turns out that it's not just the X-Men who are troublesome; even Quicksilver, who left the X-Men, is just as troublesome... So Mutants are a bunch of troublemakers.

Without the Heat Vision, the only way to deal with my full beard is to pluck it.

However, Henry didn't care that much about his appearance. He simply smeared some stubble on his beard and tidied himself up a bit.

The same goes for her hair; she combed all her slightly long hair back, appearing at Stark Industries ' semi-annual meeting with a 70s hippie look.

The grey suit custom-made for her by fashion icon Cruella de Vil Devie is gone, erased along with Charlize Theron's past.

The original 1,001 Armani navy blue suits were ruined during a meeting with Vampires. They were splattered with blood, and the stains were impossible to clean.

So Henry was wearing another Armani men's dark gray suit, which was a bit more expensive than the cheap one he wore to work.

Although bespoke items are the true mark of luxury, Henry still had no interest in getting himself bespoke suits.

Because I feel like the clothes I wear have a really high wear rate. It's like someone's shooting at me all the time, and they're riddled with holes every few days.

As long as my attire isn't inappropriate, it's fine. In terms of comfort, Armani, as a high-end men's clothing brand, has done a very good job in terms of both fabric and tailoring.

The most noticeable difference between him and before is the addition of glasses. Although his vision is only 0.8 in both eyes, so he doesn't need glasses, Henry, who isn't used to looking at a blurry world, still put them on. They added a touch of sophistication to his hippie style.

At the semi-annual meeting, Stark Industries, as the core entity, had a relatively concentrated shareholding, but there were still some minority shareholders. These individuals may not be able to influence the company's operational strategies, but according to the law, they have the right to know about the company's financial situation.

These people's circles are clearly closer to the very center.

Besides Stark Industries, there are also some non-core companies that are nominally "Stark" but failed to find a buyer during the corporate restructuring that took over after the Old Man Stark's death. The shareholders of these companies also gathered here.

The equity of these non-core enterprises is relatively dispersed, and even Tony Stark may not have absolute control. But since they are non-core industries, whether or not he has complete control is not so important.

These companies' businesses have almost no overlap with Stark Industries. If they were part of the core supply chain, they would have been separated and merged by Stark Industries long ago, instead of being left to wander outside.

Therefore, these companies are more like a platform for their shareholders to connect with Stark Industries and see if they can get inside information so that their other businesses can benefit from it.

Henry, being part of Stark Studios, which is wholly owned by Tony Stark, is a rather special case. Moreover, the Hollywood circle is relatively closed, and those who can get in touch with Henry can mostly only talk about celebrity gossip.

In such an important business setting, just chatting about gossip is too boring. Elsewhere, the conversation revolves around making money—who a celebrity beat up or slept with, does that really help them make a fortune?

Therefore, Henry's social circle was much quieter than other circles.

Did Henry care? That young master invited him over, using the excuse of food and drink.

As Henry watched the dishes being prepared, he sensed the culinary skills of the Black chef, Wesley Washington, and began to eat and drink with abandon.

"Henry Brown?"

Henry's left cheek was bulging from eating a small piece of cake; his right cheek was bulging from biting off half a bagel. Henry was chewing like a hamster when he was suddenly called out, and he looked at the person who had come over with a rather comical expression.

This was a well-dressed elderly white man. He must have been very strong when he was young, because even now that he's old and wrinkled, he doesn't have a belly, and his hands and feet are still quite strong, not flabby at all.

The white-haired old man was unlike the Old Money Henry had met before, who always inadvertently revealed an arrogant sense of superiority. He was like the uncle next door, with a faint smile, waiting for Henry to swallow the food in his mouth and put down his plate.

When someone greeted him, Henry, of course, wouldn't just focus on eating and ignore all social interaction. He quickly and impolitely tidied himself up and extended his hand to greet them, saying, "I am Henry Brown. May I ask who you are?"

The old man grasped Henry's hand with a surprisingly strong and powerful grip, a strength completely unexpected for someone his age. "Grant Rogers, representative of the New York City Veterans Foundation."