Going to S.H.I.E.L.D.

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Daisy thought about it. If she contacted Nick Frey, things would have been easier, but she didn't want to owe favors to the braised egg. In the end, she decided to figure it out on her own.

Putting her mind to work, she quickly came up with an idea, "Let's advertise to large and medium-sized companies to establish our reputation."

"We can create and distribute some brochures, showcasing our concepts and product applications to various businesses. The content of the brochures doesn't really matter. The key is to apply fluorescent material on the pages so that users can see them even at night."

"Imagine this: initially, our brochures may not be taken seriously. However, when some executive is working late or heading home and sees our fluorescent advertisement in the darkness, what would they think? Won't they pick it up and take a look? Even if they don't need our services, wouldn't it leave some small impression? This is our opportunity!" Daisy confidently declared.

After some individual contemplation, the others agreed that the situation she described could indeed happen.

"This method is good. Did you come up with it? You really know how to understand people's psychology," James Wesley expressed with a hint of surprise.

Daisy frankly accepted the praise; she wouldn't say that it was an idea from a men's magazine in July 2011.

"Analyzing data, establishing a data-based network in the complex modern society, where everything and everyone is detailed. We control, analyze, and process everything. This is a new field, and our prospects are vast. Perhaps in the future, we could even manipulate presidential elections!" Daisy passionately exclaimed.

The team didn't comment on her brazen rhetoric, each preparing for their assigned tasks.

David continued to optimize programs and streamline algorithms.

James Wesley took charge of organizing the company and handling many external affairs that required his touch, as his image best fit the business elite template.

Miss Matsumoto contacted printing factories and chemical plants. The promotional materials couldn't be distributed haphazardly, and a lot of toxic and harmful substances needed identification. With her legal expertise, Miss Matsumoto was perfectly suited for this.

Meanwhile, Daisy personally visited the principal at the church school, expressing gratitude for the help the school had provided her over the years. She donated $10,000 as educational funds and requested a little help in speeding up the appraisal review for the brochure assessments.

The actions were entirely rational and legal; they were just cutting in line to check their own products first.

A week later, the brochures were officially sent to major companies. Nick Fury's selfless sponsorship of $50,000 was left with just over $10,000.

Three days later, their first consulting task arrived.

A medium-sized chain of fast-food restaurants, which had recently introduced a series of new combos, approached several consulting firms to investigate customer satisfaction with the new offerings.

Traditional methods require a significant amount of manpower and resources, involving random surveys, questionnaire completion, data compilation, and analysis, etc.

Skye Data Analysis Co., Ltd. had none of these costs. They gathered information from various social forums and Twitter, processed and calculated it, quickly producing a relatively accurate number. The algorithm also summarized and organized user dissatisfaction, listing the most frequently mentioned issues.

Daisy's team was only responsible for data collection. How to improve was up to the business owners.

When the impeccably dressed James Wesley submitted the report to the client, they were shocked at the ridiculously fast speed.

Another company that had accepted the survey task had just started comparing user feedback, while Daisy's team had already completed the assignment.

He was a bit unbelievable, but the analysis report from Skye Data Analysis Co., Ltd. somewhat aligned with their own financial reports.

On the same day, after adjusting the combo based on the survey results, the turnover increased by three percentage points year-on-year, bringing great joy to the person in charge. He directly called off the commission with the other company and fully paid Skye Data a commission of $75,000.

They earned this money very easily, with the cost being just a bit of electricity bill.

In the following week, Skye Data took on two more small projects, earning $50,000 and $65,000, respectively.

Everything was on track, and positive word of mouth was spreading in a small circle.

Several other consulting companies with similar businesses had already noticed them. While they wouldn't hire corporate spies for a few tens of thousands of dollars, they also couldn't afford to be careless. Daisy also finally made up her mind to study at S.H.I.E.L.D., regardless of the future; she believed she should master this knowledge.

The tasks were further divided among the team members. Daisy began preparing to go to S.H.I.E.L.D. Fury didn't tell her the exact location but let her find it herself. Honestly, this test wasn't too difficult.

The Headquarters was located on a small island in the middle of the Potomac River, Washington, D.C. The official name was Theodor Roosevelt Island, with the island being a little over one square kilometer. The island was densely covered with jungle, winding footpaths, and several tall buildings surrounded by trees. That was the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D., but its current public name was still that stinky and long one, the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division.

Fury had mentioned the name S.H.I.E.L.D., and a normal person looking at the abbreviation of this logistical support bureau could deduce the result. However, Daisy also knew the result directly, without the need for analysis.

On the weekend, she changed into a checkered shirt, jeans, and sneakers, wearing sunglasses and carrying a backpack, and drove to Washington.

As for the Washington Monument, the Capitol, and the White House, she glanced at them and didn't pay much attention. These landmark buildings had been blown up hundreds of times in various films and TV shows, losing their novelty and freshness.

However, the environment here was good, with plenty of greenery, clear air, tourists, and citizens. People were reading or chatting in groups of twos and threes, creating a relaxed atmosphere.

Driving northeast along the Lincoln Memorial, Daisy was quickly stopped by a checkpoint along the riverbank.

After showing the magnetic card given by Fury and verifying her identity, she was allowed to pass.

People could go in, but the car, of unknown origin, could not.

Daisy didn't talk nonsense. She parked her car in the nearby parking lot, where high-end vehicles were everywhere. Her old Ford looked like an antique compared to the others. She called her maid and asked her to come and sell the car when she had time. Anyway, Fury had mentioned getting her a new one.

With her backpack on her back, she registered again and walked along the bridge.

Scanners, electronic eyes, radar, and other devices passed by her side. When they detected her identity card, they stopped scanning.

She was the only one on the bridge, with no pretty senior sisters welcoming her, and no senior brothers helping with the bags. She walked into this quiet and peaceful little island all by herself.

Following the path, turning left and right, she walked for an hour before her eyes suddenly lit up.

The massive three-wing building occupied more than half of the island. The building looked about three hundred meters tall. Thinking about Captain America jumping from the middle of the building, Daisy couldn't help but sigh. She could manage a controlled descent using her shockwave ability to counteract gravity, but a straight-up jump? That kind of physique was still beyond her.

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