China Entertainment: I am a big boss in the industry

Chapter 652 Press Conference

Pepper, our blonde and blue-eyed beauty, Miss Potts looked a little awkwardly at the short man who came up to chat with her, then smiled politely and pointed at the stage.

"Mr. Reporter, the press conference is about to begin. Perhaps you should go to the front and participate in the question-and-answer session."

“It is useless to ask me here sir, because I do not participate in the Q&A session of the press conference.”

The man shook his head, then smiled and explained.

"Perhaps I am not a journalist who is here to take part in the question and answer session?"

"I am an agent affiliated with the Empire."

Mr. Agent took the initiative to introduce his department to Potts.

A long list of names.

It's a bit difficult to pronounce.

This made Potts look over in surprise.

The man took the initiative to hand Potts a business card of his own, and then stared at the charming and beautiful girl in front of him.

But Potts turned around and looked at Tony, who was already standing on the stage.

He raised his eyebrows and spoke with a cold and distant expression.

"Oh--"

Potts commented: "That name is a bit hard to remember."

The agent nodded in disbelief, but his eyes did not move away, staring straight at Potts' profile.

He spoke gently.

"That's right. I also think it's a bit awkward. The department is already considering whether to change the name."

Raising his eyebrows and taking a breath, Potts still lowered his head and reached out to take the 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."

Lengthened the sound.

it means.

Your colleagues in the department have already come over to ask all kinds of questions, why are you coming here specially?
Haven’t we already said everything that needed to be said?
The agent was polite and didn't seem angry even after being rejected repeatedly.

He continued speaking gently.

"In fact, we are an independent department separated from those departments."

"We don't share information with each other. What they know, we don't have records yet."

"Besides, I came here to ask about Mr. Stark's experience after he was captured by the terrorist organization, and how he escaped from the control of the terrorist organization."

“Our department needs to keep detailed records.”

OKAY.
Potts nodded and took a deep breath to show that he understood.

"No problem, I will put this matter on Mr. Stark's schedule for this week."

The man smiled and nodded.

"Thanks."

Satisfied.

He stopped staring at Potts and 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".

His expression froze and went blank for a moment.

Where is Tony?
He took a step to the left incredulously and lowered his head.

I saw Tony sitting on the steps, leaning against the podium.

Former person in charge: “.”

Tony sat and leaned back, and with his hanging arm, he tried hard, but with a little difficulty, to reach for the hamburger in his other pocket.

He started talking while taking out his burger.

"So, aren't you tired of standing?"

"Maybe we can all sit down and have a good talk like I am now, right?"

As he spoke, he opened the wrapper of a Double Big Mac.

The aroma of the burgers wafted out.

He raised his hand, indicating that he now had to look up to see them standing, which was a bit strenuous.

"You two should sit down like me so that we can talk face to face, right?"

"I'm really a little tired."

"So, sit down, please."

After politely "inviting" them to sit down.

The group of male and female reporters on the opposite side, who were holding microphones, cameras, notebooks and markers, were all stunned.

Looking at each other.

I have seen the speechless emotions in my colleagues' eyes. It's quite speechless.

But it cannot be refuted.

After all, this is what the world's top tycoon asked for.

It’s hard to say no.

So after looking at each other, they all bent down obediently and sat down.

Regardless of men and women.

After watching them all sit down, Tony took a bite of the Big Mac he had been craving for and hadn't had enough of, and made a comment while chewing.

“That’s the way it looks.”

"Such a serious and formal press conference is not suitable for me, you all know it."

“I never liked that kind of atmosphere.”

That's quite true.

After all, Tony Stark has always been known as a playboy.

Not bound by rules.

Do whatever you want.

The flash is on.

The former head sat next to Tony.

Mr. Lieutenant Colonel half-crouched down and moved closer to Pepper Potts who was also sitting on the ground.

He asked somewhat speechlessly.

"So, why did it turn into a symposium, may I ask?"

Little Pepper maintained a smile on her lips, but upon closer inspection, there was still a bit of stiffness between her eyebrows.

Obviously, he didn't understand what Tony did.

"Who knows?" Pepper shrugged and glanced at him sideways.

Then he turned his head back.

"I can't guess what's in his mind anymore."

"It was you, Lieutenant Colonel, who brought him back in person."

"Didn't we have a good talk on the way?"

Mr. Lieutenant Colonel: “.”

Stop asking.

He just came back to wrap his arms and put on an expensive suit to show off.

How could I possibly tell him how I was captured?

Tony glanced at his old friend who was the former head of Stark Corporation.

He relaxed his brows and spoke sincerely from the bottom of his heart.

"We are lucky that we can still sit here and talk face to face."

There were a few moments.

Tony really felt that he was going to die.

The former person in charge nodded in disapproval and raised an eyebrow.

"I feel the same as you."

"It's nice to see you alive, really."

Forced a smile.

Tony turned to look at all the reporters, swallowed the last bite of his burger, and rolled the packaging 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 a story.

Tony said.

He actually started when his father passed away until now.

I have some questions that I want to ask him in person.

"I want to know what plans he has for the future and development of Stark Group."

"I want to know whether he thinks the path that Stark Group is taking now is the right one."

"I also want to know whether my father has ever questioned the current development."

“Questions are raised as to why the group has turned into an arms trafficking group.”

"An existence that can influence the world."

"But he's dead, and I can't get his answer."

(End of this chapter)