Chapter 652 Press Conference
Little Pepper, our blonde beauty, Miss Potts glanced at the short man who came up to chat with her awkwardly, then smiled politely, Pointed to the stage.
"Mr. Reporter, the press conference is about to begin. Maybe you should go to the front and participate in the question-and-answer session."
"It is useless to ask me here, sir, because I am not Participate in the question and answer session of the press conference.”
The man shook his head, then smiled and explained.
"Perhaps I am not a reporter who came to participate in the question and answer session?"
"I am an agent affiliated with the empire."
Mr. Agent took the initiative to introduce his location to Potts department.
A long list of names.
A bit difficult to pronounce.
It made Potts look over in surprise.
The man took the initiative and handed Potts his business card, and then looked at the charming and beautiful girl in front of him.
But Potts turned his head and looked at Tony who was already standing in front of the stage.
He raised his eyebrows and spoke with a cold and distant expression.
“Oh——”
Potts commented: "This name is a bit difficult to remember."
The agent nodded unequivocally, but did not move his eyes away, staring directly at Potts' side face.
Said gently.
"That's right. I also think it's a bit hard to pronounce. The department is already considering whether to change the name."
Raising his eyebrows and taking a breath, Potts lowered his head and reached out to take the piece. A business card.
Then he took a look.
"Let me remind you that before you, the FBI, CIA and other departments have already made routine inquiries, so..."
Longened his voice.
It means.
Your colleagues from the department have already come over to ask questions. Why are you here all the time?
Haven’t we already said everything that needs to be said?
Mr. Agent is polite and doesn't get angry even if he is rejected repeatedly.
Continue to speak gently.
"In fact, we are an independent department separate from those departments."
"The information between us is not shared. What they know, we have no record of it yet."< br>
"Moreover, I came here to ask about Mr. Stark's experience after being captured into a terrorist organization, and how he escaped from the control of the terrorist organization."
"Our department needs to conduct detailed research "
OK.
Poots nodded and took a deep breath to show that he understood.
"No problem, I will put this matter into Mr. Stark's schedule for this week."
The man smiled and nodded.
“THANKS.”
Satisfied.
No longer staring at Potts, but turned his head, folded his hands and looked at Tony in front of the stage.
At this moment, standing behind the podium is the former person in charge of the speech.
After saying a few words, he said "uh".
The expression became stagnant and blank for a moment.
Where is Tony?
He took an incredible step to the left and lowered his head.
I saw Tony sitting on the steps leaning against the podium.
Former person in charge: "."
Tony sat, leaned on it, and used his hanging arm to reach for the burger in the pocket on the other side with some effort.
While taking out a burger, he spoke.
"So, aren't you tired of standing?"
"Maybe we can all be like me now, sit down and have a good talk, right?"
As he spoke, he opened the wrapper of the Double Big Mac burger.
The aroma of burgers escapes.
He raised his hand, indicating that it was a bit strenuous for him to see them standing with their heads raised.
"Sit down like me so that we can talk face to face, right?"
"I'm really a little tired."
"So, sitdown, please."
After politely "please" them to sit down.
The group of male and female reporters opposite who were holding microphones, cameras, notebooks and markers were all stunned.
Looking at each other.
We all saw the speechless emotions in our colleagues’ eyes. Quite speechless.
But it cannot be refuted.
After all, this is what the world’s top plutocrat asked for.
It’s hard to refuse.
So after looking at each other, they all bowed obediently and sat down.
Both men and women.
After watching them all sit down, Tony took a bite of the Big Mac that he had longed for and hadn't had enough of, and made a comment while chewing.
“This looks right.”
“Such a serious and formal press conference is not suitable for me, you all know.”
“I have never liked that An atmosphere.”
This is not a bad thing to say.
After all, Tony Stark has always been a playboy.
Not bound by rules.
Do whatever you want.
The flash is on.
The former chief sat next to Tony.
Mr. Lieutenant Colonel squatted down and approached Little Pepper Potts, who was also sitting on the ground.
I asked a little speechlessly.
"So, why did it become a symposium, may I ask?"
Little Pepper maintained the smile at the corner of her mouth, but upon closer inspection, her eyebrows were still a bit stiff.
It was obvious that he didn't understand what Tony was doing.
"Who knows?" Pepper shrugged and glanced sideways at him.
Then he turned his head back.
“I can no longer guess what he is thinking now.”
“It was you, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, who brought him back in person.”
"Didn't you have a good talk on the way?"
Mr. Lieutenant Colonel: "."
Stop asking.
He just had to come back and have his arms wrapped, and he had to put on an expensive suit to look like a slut.
How could you tell him how you were taken away?
Tony glanced at his old friend, the former head of Stark Group.
He stretched his brows and spoke from the bottom of his heart.
“I’m lucky that we can still sit here and talk face to face.”
There are a few moments.
Tony really felt that he was going to die.
The former person in charge nodded noncommittally and raised his eyebrows.
"You and I feel the same way."
"I'm glad to see you alive, really."
He smiled.
Tony turned to look at all the reporters, swallowed the last bite of the burger, and rolled the package into a ball.
Then he wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief.
He spoke slowly with a serious expression.
Let me tell you something.
Tony said.
He actually lived until now when his father passed away.
There are some questions that I want to ask him personally.
“I want to know what plans he has for the future and development of the Stark Group.”
“I want to know what he thinks about the current Stark Group and the direction it is taking now. Is this the most correct choice?"
"I also want to know whether my father has ever questioned the current development."
"Questioned why the group would do so. Turned into an arms trafficking group.”
"Be able to influence the existence of the world."
"But... even if he dies, I won't get his answer."
(End of this chapter)