China Entertainment: I am a big boss in the industry

Chapter 619: Contemporary Da Vinci

The blonde beauty was wearing a professional suit with her shirt open at the third button, revealing a large area of ​​fair and tender skin.

With a smile on her face, she stretched out her right hand and shook hands with the person in a moderate manner.

Then he spoke and began with a compliment.

“You are called the modern Leonardo da Vinci. What do you think about this?”

Tony frowned slightly, and his eyes under his sunglasses were fixed closely on the beauty in front of him, unable to take his eyes away.

He shook his head slightly and gave his answer.

"Ridiculous. After all, I can't draw."

The blonde shrugged in disbelief.

"So what do you think of your other nicknames?"

"For example, the Death Merchant."

After pondering for two seconds, Tony pursed his lips.

"That's not bad."

After saying this, he tilted his head and turned the topic to this beautiful woman.

"Let me guess, you graduated from Berkeley."

The beauty didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, but he still raised his eyebrows and corrected her.

“Brown University, actually.”

"Oh."

"And--Miss Brown?"

“This is an imperfect world, but it’s the only one we have.”

"I promise you, if there comes a time when weapons are no longer needed to maintain world peace, I will start making building materials for the baby hospital."

The beautiful reporter held up her arm, stretched the recorder forward twice, and squinted at Tony in front of her.

Then he asked sincerely.

“Do you practice this passage often?”

Tony smiled.

“I say this to myself in the mirror every night before I go to bed.”

A very sincere answer.

The beautiful reporter nodded, "I can see that."

"In fact, I want you to see it with your own eyes."

He is a man who makes dirty jokes whenever he disagrees with something, and his words are very concise and clear.

I say this to myself in the mirror every night.

I also want the beautiful woman in front of me to see it with her own eyes.

Doesn't that mean he wants to invite this girl to spend the night with him?

I understood Tony's idea almost instantly.

The smile on the face of the blonde reporter faded slightly.

"I just want a serious answer."

"Well, speaking of the word serious, you know what, my dad has a theory."

“Peace is a contest of which side’s stick is thicker, longer and more powerful.”

"That's a very flattering thing for a stick seller to say."

This statement may be correct in a certain sense, but it is somewhat unreasonable coming from the mouth of the person who sells weapons.

So the beautiful reporter made a very sharp judgment.

"Uh-huh, my father helped defeat the Nazis."

“He also worked on the Manhattan Project.”

"Many people, certainly including your professors at Brown University, would consider this a hero."

The two people were engaged in a verbal battle.

Every word has a give and take.

And this beautiful reporter was able to accurately find the weak points every time, using her words as sharp blades to try to defeat Tony's indifferent appearance.

"There will be many people who would call it war profiteering, right?"

Hearing this, Tony couldn't help himself.

He reached out and took off his sunglasses, his tone quickening.

"Tell me, are you going to report on how we're helping millions of people live longer and avoid starvation by advancing medical technology and improving agricultural techniques?"

"All those breakthroughs were funded by the military industry, dear."

Tony's expression was sincere and genuine, but also extremely serious.

He never concealed the fact that he was a gambling, philandering and greedy war merchant. Maybe sometimes he would use those fancy clothes to cover up his true self.

But he wouldn't deny it.

He clearly knows what he wants and what he is doing.

This rhetorical question made the beautiful reporter smile again, with a faint curve at the corner of her mouth.

"Wow."

The beautiful reporter sincerely changed the topic.

"Have you ever had insomnia in your life?"

Oh, that’s a good question.

Tony had a subtle smile on his face.

Tony looked at the beauty in front of him very sincerely with his passionate eyes.

Then he spoke.

"If it means spending sleepless time with you, then I am very willing to do so."

The smile doesn’t disappear, it just shifts.

The smile on Tony's face gradually deepened, becoming ambiguous and sticky.

As for the blonde beauty opposite, the reporter's smile slowly disappeared until a cold expression appeared on her face.

The camera turned.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows are filled with neon lights.

A complex of tall buildings that reach into the sky.

The room was hot.

The two bodies were entangled together, and there was no distinction between you and me.

The sound of water splashing and kissing mixed together.

The two people rolled over and over, and left the huge and spacious bed and fell directly to the ground.

A thud.

The intense scene continues.

The next day, the curtains were still drawn, and only a thin ray of sunlight filtered into the room.

The female reporter who was serious yet humorous last night was now lying naked on the spacious and soft bed.

A satin silk quilt covered her body as smooth as milk.

Suddenly, a deep and magnetic voice resounded in the room.

"Good morning, it's seven o'clock in the morning."

The moment she heard the sound, the blonde beauty who was originally sleeping in the bed suddenly opened her eyes.

His body suddenly became alert, and he pulled the thin silk quilt over himself, stood up slightly, and turned his head to take a look.

The sound continues.

"It was 22 degrees in Malibu, sunny with few clouds, and good surfing conditions, with waves between waist and shoulder height."

Along with the low, slightly mechanical voice of the announcement, the floor-to-ceiling windows immediately changed from black and gray to transparent.

The mechanical operation screen and time appeared on it.

The beautiful reporter sat up in surprise, wrapped in a thin silk blanket, and stepped barefoot on the floor.

Walk towards the transparent screen step by step.

"The wave time is 10:52 a.m."

The camera zooms out.

It turned out that this was a multi-storey villa complex built on a cliff, covering an area of ​​thousands of acres.

It's the kind with a huge open-air balcony and swimming pool.

This is California.

Malibu.

Wearing the burgundy shirt that Tony wore last night, he swung his long legs, still barefoot, and walked on the marble floor.

Arriving at the living room, the beautiful reporter first glanced at the ocean outside the floor-to-ceiling window, then tilted her head and tentatively called out twice.

"Tony."

"Hey, Tony."

After two rings, no one answered. He wandered around in boredom, and finally saw something like a switch button on the wall.

The beautiful woman squinted her eyes and bit her fingers twice.

With an ambiguous look on his face, he stretched out his finger and turned it a little

Then, the button that was originally emitting light blue light immediately flashed red light.

(End of this chapter)