China Entertainment: I am a big boss in the industry

Chapter 621: The Wanderer
Tony was still trying to correct Boz for bothering him with imaginary things.

Before he could even finish his sentence, Bo Ci had already moved on to the next thing very skillfully.

"I need you to sign this before you get on the plane."

As he spoke, he pulled out a document.

Tony's face was filled with disbelief and incredulity.

"So why did you insist on sending me away?"

"Do you have any plans?"

Potts paused, then shook his head and smiled.

"In fact, I do have some plans."

Tony said flatly.

"I don't like that you have plans."

Potts narrowed his eyes and expressed his thoughts very calmly and coldly.

"But I can have plans for my birthday, right?"

This answer made Tony pause, "Is today your birthday?"

"Yes."

Potts nodded affirmatively and smoothed out the paper in his hand.

Tony felt a little embarrassed when he realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

"Yes, I know. So today is actually your birthday?"

Potts, who was already familiar with Tony's temper, smiled and shrugged, trying not to show a mocking expression.

"Yeah, how strange, it's the same day as last year."

"Ok."

Knowing that he was in the wrong, Tony raised an eyebrow.

"Use my money to buy yourself something nice."

Potts tilted his head.

"How do you know I didn't buy it?"

"How about that thing?"

Tony asked again.

"That's really great, um, a very tasteful thing, thank you Mr. Stark."

"You're welcome, Miss Potts."

The camera turns to the cracked road on the winding mountain highway.

A white car was driving fast.

The roar of the engine was deafening.

A black SUV followed closely behind.

The person driving in front was Tony.

Official airport.

On a plane, the lieutenant colonel was wearing sunglasses and staring at two speeding cars with an expressionless and thoughtful look on his face.

"You're pretty impressive. I thought I had gotten rid of you just now."

Tony said with a laugh.

The bodyguard responded with a smile, ran to the trunk, opened it and took out the luggage.

"That's right, sir."

“I had to take a shortcut on Mulholland Drive.”

Tony spoke loudly with a drawn-out tone and a teasing voice.

"I know, you were really dumped by me."

The two of them walked towards the plane's stairs one after the other.

The lieutenant colonel, who had been waiting on the stairs for a long time, spread out his palms and asked helplessly.

"So what's wrong with you?"

"So what happened?"

Tony asked curiously.

"Are you still asking what happened? You were three hours late."

Tony explained: "I was busy being interviewed by Vanity Fair."

The lieutenant colonel didn't want to accept this explanation and he raised his voice a little.

"Three hours. That's a full three hours."

"You made me stand here, in the wind, waiting for three hours."

As he walked up the stairs and passed the Lieutenant Colonel, Tony smiled generously and spread out his hands.

"I'm the one waiting for you now, come on, come on."

Having said that, he went straight in with his bodyguard.

He didn't forget to provoke as he walked.

"Let's go, take off, let's get started."

After entering, Lieutenant Colonel Tuliu turned his head and looked at the two men speechlessly. He took off his hat and then walked in cowardly.

take off.

Tony's eyes were almost glued to the graceful stewardess who came to deliver something. But before the stewardess left, she gave Tony a slightly ambiguous look.

People are gone.

Tony averted his gaze, and then the light fell on the man sitting behind the opposite table.

"What are you looking at?"

"Didn't see anything."

After hearing his words, the lieutenant colonel didn't even raise his head, his eyes were fixed on the newspaper in his hand.

He replied coldly.

"Come on, don't be angry."

The Lieutenant Colonel shook his head.

"I said I'm not mad and I don't care, okay?"

Tony didn't think he was angry at all.

I even felt like the person was still angry with me.

"I apologized."

Tony complained.

The graceful stewardess came over again, with her towering breasts and a gentle and beautiful smile on her face.

"Good morning, Mr. Stark."

While the lieutenant colonel was explaining, Tony Stark's eyes were already glued to the stewardess who came over to deliver something, even though the lieutenant colonel opposite him was still explaining.

"You don't have to apologize to me, I'm your buddy."

Mr. Lieutenant Colonel really doesn't mind it anymore.

But while he was explaining, Tony was flirting with the stewardess.

"I apologized to him."

Tony looked up and explained to the stewardess.

"but he……"

Tony drawled.

The lieutenant colonel opposite spoke speechlessly.

"I just don't care now."

The stewardess smiled slightly and raised an eyebrow.

"So you want a hot towel?"

Tony shrugged and picked up the hot towel.

As for the lieutenant colonel, he already knew Tony very well.

"You don't respect yourself, so I know you don't respect me."

There was a sarcastic smile on his face as he spoke.

"I respect you, I am your babysitter."

"If you need a diaper change—"

His voice paused as the stewardess came over.

"Thank you." The lieutenant colonel politely thanked the flight attendant for her service.

Then he continued to talk non-stop.

"If you need a diaper change, just tell me and I'll get you a bottle, okay?"

The two men looked at each other and wiped their hands with hot towels.

He did not respond to the lieutenant colonel's words for the time being, but turned his head and shouted.

"Hey, heat up the sake, ok?"

"Ok, thanks for reminding me." The lieutenant colonel put down the hot towel and tried seriously to stop Tony from thinking about this.

"We're not drinking, we're working." He looked up and instructed the flight attendant.

But Tony didn't care whether he was working or not, and even made more detailed requests and orders.

“Sashimi should always be paired with sake.”

The lieutenant colonel found it unbelievable: "You are simply not capable of being a responsible person!"

He points out Tony's character flaws.

After taking off his sunglasses, Tony raised his eyebrows and glared in disapproval, then reached out and patted his chest: "I think that not drinking is irresponsible to yourself."

"It's just a nightcap."

Tony didn't understand why the lieutenant colonel would object just because he wanted a drink.

The stewardess's gentle voice sounded.

I asked again, in a soft voice, "Hot sake, right?"

Tony paused as he tried to correct the lieutenant colonel's tone and said with his head tilted.

"Yes, two, please."

The lieutenant colonel refused directly: "No, I don't want it."

The camera turned.

The two drunken men raised their bottles and glasses and clinked them against each other.

(End of this chapter)