This Is Only Level 3 Kroll Alloy

This Is Only Level 3 Kroll Alloy

Seeing Tony take the bait, Luo Wen smiled and stopped keeping him in suspense.

"Yes. And there's as much as you want."

Luo Wen answered confidently.

Tony's expression turned completely shocked.

"You mean this really is an alloy? The kind that can be mass-produced?"

"What else would it be?"

"What's it called?"

"Kroll Alloy."

"You invented it?"

For the first time, Tony gave Luo Wen a serious look.

"You could say that."

"Do you know what this means? If you're not lying, this will revolutionize the entire metal industry!"

"Of course I know. That's why I came to you for a partnership."

Tony paused, understanding what Luo Wen meant.

What better spokesperson could there be than Iron Man?

Then everything made sense.

What a talented and ambitious young man!

Tony's gaze toward Luo Wen filled with admiration. Deep down, he now regarded Luo Wen as someone on his level, no longer looking down on or dismissing him.

"Since that's the case, let's talk about the price. How much do you want to sell it to me for?"

Tony said helplessly.

He knew the other party wanted to use him as a free spokesperson, yet he could only let himself be manipulated.

"Four million dollars."

Luo Wen said bluntly.

"Four million?"

"Fine, deal!"

Tony agreed without much hesitation.

He desperately needed metal with outstanding performance. Spending four million dollars to solve the material problem for the Iron Man Armor was well worth it in his eyes.

Tony clinked his glass against Luo Wen's, then drained it in one gulp, his face full of smiles.

"What's your bank account number? I'll transfer it to you."

"And do you have any more of this... Kroll Alloy? I need more!"

After finishing the drink in his glass, Tony rattled off the words.

"Yes. I'm planning to start a company specifically to sell Kroll Alloy. When the time comes, Kroll Alloys of every grade will be available. If you want more, we can go through the company accounts then."

Luo Wen said calmly.

"Starting a company? Good. Wait, you said Kroll Alloys of every grade?"

Tony was suddenly startled, and his glass dropped straight onto the sofa.

"That's right. My Kroll Alloy comes in ten grades."

Luo Wen smiled, drained the Tequila in his own glass, and looked at Tony.

"Then what grade is the piece you gave me?"

Still somewhat dazed, Tony asked instinctively.

"Level 3." Luo Wen held up three fingers, maintaining his smile.

"!"

Tony was completely stunned.

Even with his brilliant mind, he couldn't recover from the shock for a long while.

Luo Wen set down his glass, left behind a bank account number, and turned to leave.

It took Tony quite some time to fully process the shock in his heart.

Then he realized Luo Wen had already left.

He looked at the bank account number on the small note Luo Wen had left behind.

"Jarvis, transfer four million dollars to this account."

"Certainly, sir."

"Jarvis, do you think what he said just now was credible? Metal with that kind of performance is only Level Three?"

"Sir, based on lie analysis, there were no signs that he was lying."

Tony fell silent.

Jarvis had been fed the most comprehensive lie-detection data in the world. If even Jarvis could not detect any trace of deception, then either the other party had not lied at all, or he was a monster.

Rationally, Tony found it impossible to believe, because this Kroll Alloy surpassed the current level of technology.

Yet emotionally, Tony felt deep down that Luo Wen had not lied.

Because he had sensed the same confidence and pride in Luo Wen that he possessed himself.

People with such traits disdained lying.

"Jarvis, look up Luo Wen's information for me."

"Sir, no records can be found. The other party's identity information is classified."

"Is that so?"

"Looks like this kid has quite a background too."

Tony picked up the wineglass that had fallen onto the sofa, silently poured himself a drink, and after a while, suddenly chuckled.

Watching the setting sun gradually sink below the coastline in the distance, Tony wore his signature smile.

"Now this is getting interesting, isn't it?"

"Jarvis, simulate the Battle Armor's performance after using Kroll Alloy."

"Yes, sir."

Leaving aside the impact this had on Tony, Luo Wen had already driven back to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s New York branch.

It was almost eight by the time he reached the apartment.

Luo Wen swiped his card and entered, only to find the room brightly lit.

"You're back so late. What were you doing?"

Wearing a set of loungewear, Hill came out smiling with a clay pot in her hands.

"I went to discuss a business deal with Tony Stark."

Luo Wen replied with a smile as he took off his shoes.

"With Tony Stark?"

Hill was quite surprised to hear that.

Hadn't her younger brother said he was just doing a little business? How had he gotten involved with Stark Industries?

Hill frowned worriedly. She knew Stark Industries had been having a rough time lately. "What did you discuss with Tony Stark?"

Hill set the clay pot on the placemat at the dining table, then came over and asked seriously.

Seeing how worried Hill looked, Luo Wen smiled, placed a hand on her shoulder, and guided her over to sit at the table.

"Don't worry. I just sold him some alloy."

"Alloy?" Hill was puzzled. What kind of alloy could attract Stark's interest?

"That's right. It's an alloy I synthesized through a special method. Tony Stark has already recognized its value, so I'm sure it'll make us a fortune."

"That impressive?" Hill found it hard to believe. Her younger brother was smart, but he usually preferred working out. She had not expected him to quietly develop a technology capable of earning Stark's recognition.

He had told her before that there was nothing left for him to learn in high school. It seemed he had not been bragging.

"Of course. I'm very smart, you know."

Luo Wen smiled and opened the clay pot Hill had brought to the table.

A rich aroma immediately spread through the room.

"Hill, looks like you've completely mastered this Yan Du Xian."

Inside the clay pot were bamboo shoots, cured pork, pork belly, tofu skin knots, scallions, ginger, and garlic.

A pot of authentic Yan Du Xian.

After Luo Wen's guidance, Hill had completely developed a Chinese palate and no longer cared much for Western food.

Whenever he was not home, Hill would make some simple Chinese dishes.

Things like tomato and egg stir-fry, shredded pork with green peppers, and so on.

The Yan Du Xian she had made today was something Luo Wen had taught her a while ago, and the method was fairly simple.

She only needed to put the bamboo shoots, cured pork, pork belly, tofu skin knots, scallions, ginger, and garlic into one pot and stew them together.

All she had to do was get the proportions right and control the saltiness of the broth.

Hearing Luo Wen praise her, Hill smiled happily.

"Of course. I'm very smart too, okay!"

Luo Wen laughed too.

"Smart. We're both smart—otherwise, how could we be siblings?"

Hill cheerfully tapped Luo Wen on the head, then ladled him some soup.

The siblings finished dinner amid laughter and chatter.

Afterward, Luo Wen took a shower and hurried back to his room.

Once inside, Luo Wen pulled a USB drive from the inner pocket of his clothes and plugged it into the computer tower.

There was only one video on it.

Its title was: Basic Ten Forms.

Luo Wen opened it and found a set of training movements resembling yoga, ancient martial arts, fitness exercises, and even the Five Animal Frolics.

The ten training methods perfectly covered every muscle group in the body.

Without realizing it, Luo Wen followed the movements in the video and practiced them once.

After finishing, he found that all his muscles felt sore and hot. The results were obvious.

"As expected of Limit Martial Hall's basic training method. The efficiency really is high!"

Luo Wen was pleasantly surprised.

This thing looked basic, but in reality, it took an overarching level of understanding to create. Hong had most likely created it personally.

After following the video through the routine a second time, Luo Wen could feel his exhaustion clearly.

He had run around all day without feeling tired, yet after doing the Basic Ten Forms twice with the video, he was completely worn out.

"Time to sleep. From now on, I'll focus my training on the Basic Ten Forms!"

In high spirits, Luo Wen turned off the lights and went to rest.

He still had to meet Zhou Huayang tomorrow morning.