China Entertainment: I am a big boss in the industry

Chapter 655 How Big Are Your Hands

Obie took a puff of his cigar, then stretched out his right hand, put his arm around Tony's shoulders, lowered his head to his ear, and spoke in a deep voice.

"We have always been similar people. As long as we work together, nothing can stop us."

"Just like me and your father who worked hard for our careers many years ago, isn't it?"

"Now the two of us can work together to do our best."

But Tony shook his head and didn't answer anything else for the time being, just looked up.

He stared at Obi intently.

He said firmly.

"I must apologize. Today's matter was a spur of the moment decision on my part. I did not inform you in advance or discuss it with you."

"But my words have been spoken, the press conference has been held, and the whole world already knows what I said."

Not finished yet.

Obi patted Tony's shoulder and spoke earnestly.

"Ok, let's not talk about this for now."

"Okay?"

"You just have to make sure you never do something impulsive like this again, because it puts us in a very passive position."

"Please, Tony."

"It's a very familiar phrase, as if my dad used to say it often." Tony looked up at the ceiling, speechless.

He sighed and spoke.

"Okay, I'll clean up the mess you made."

"I have to tell you something."

"We must give the public an explanation this time."

"We have to find some reasons to convince them."

"Only then can we get past this crisis PR."

"We are all tired of following behind you to clean up the mess, Tony, please don't create any more trouble."

Tony shrugged and picked up some clothes from the rack next to him.

Turned around and left.

Obi was still on his shoulders, following Tony's steps, and continued to give him instructions as he walked.

Try to persuade Tony.

Tony turned a deaf ear.

The scene changes.

A TV screen appeared in the camera.

News schedule.

The host inside spoke with excitement, talking about some recent actions of the Stark Group.

It was a completely sarcastic tone.

There is sarcasm in the words.

Pepper Potts, who was sitting on the sofa and working on her laptop, sighed repeatedly.

I heard one sentence in particular.

"Stark Group, a weapons group company."

"But they said they would stop producing, developing and selling weapons indefinitely."

The expression on Potts's face was even more difficult to describe.

Potts, who was watching the live news, suddenly received a call from Tony.

"what happened?"

Potts asked, frowning.

"How big are your hands?"

Potts: “?”

His brows furrowed even further, as if he was about to pinch a fly to death.

Her eyes were filled with inexplicable emotions, and she didn't quite understand what Tony, who asked this question, was going to do.

"What?"

Potts asked back, not understanding, and raised his voice.

"I need to know the size of your hands."

Potts: “.”

Potts almost wanted to dig one out for Tony right there:?

"So what are you going to do?"

He asked back tentatively.

"Come over here."

Tony ordered firmly.

"Come to my side now, I need your help."

Take a deep breath.

OKAY.
Fine.

You are the boss, you pay the wages.

You decide.

He put the notebook on his lap on the table, then quickly propped himself up with his hands and stood up.

Potts walked in high heels to the R&D and manufacturing room located in the basement of the villa.

This is Tony's room.

After entering the password, Potts walked in.

When I looked up, I saw Tony sitting and lying half naked.

A reaction device was embedded in his chest.

Holding half a shell in hand.

The shell is still glowing.

Tony turned his head when he heard the voice and looked at Potts who was walking towards the door.

Then he raised his hand and waved to the person.

"Come."

"Stretch out your hand so I can take a good look."

Potts tilted his head.

Then he stretched out his hands and held them up in front of his chest.

And in order to allow Tony to see clearly, he even rotated it a bit.

Tony nodded, his voice dropping.

"Very nice, very beautiful hands."

"Just what I needed."

Potts frowned and walked towards her step by step in her high heels.

Her eyes were fixed on Tony's chest.

Tony said, "Perhaps, I need to borrow your hands to help me with a small favor."

At this point, his voice paused slightly.

"Well, maybe this favor isn't that small of a favor."

Potts didn't mind.

Or.

She was a little in no mood to listen to other things Tony said.

Her eyes were fixed on Tony's chest.

Then he asked in an incredible whisper.

"Oh, my God."

"Is this thing embedded in your chest the one that saved your life?"

Tony raised his eyebrows, his voice magnetic and deep.

"Uh-huh, but I've got a new one ready."

As he spoke, Tony turned another device that was still glowing in his palm.

"This old guy who's going to replace me physically."

“After all, this is too crude.”

"I need a more advanced, more stable device that can last longer, to be replaced in my body to sustain my life."

"You know, this thing is an upgraded version I made."

Potts opened his hands somewhat at a loss.

It seemed as if he wanted to touch the device tentatively.

But because this was a precious device that could sustain Tony's life, he thought carefully, came to his senses, and withdrew his hand.

"But."

Tony paused.

Then he looked at Potts and said in a deep voice.

"But if I want to change it, I need some other preparations, which I can't do by myself."

Potts blinked.

"What preparations, what can I do for you?"

Since Tony called me over, it meant that he was in trouble and needed my help.

For some reason, some incredible guesses suddenly emerged in Potts' mind.

Could it be that he wants me to replace the device for him?
This kind of thing.

Don’t we need professional medical staff to provide guidance?
Potts' heart was beating fast.

My heart is about to jump out of my throat.

Tony opened his palms and spoke in a casual manner.

“It’s not a big problem.”

"I just need you to do me a small favor."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and poked the old device on his chest with his free left hand.

With a twist, the old device was unscrewed one centimeter.

"Look—one of the circuits on this thing is a bit old."

"The old wiring caused a short circuit after it came into contact with my device slot."

(End of this chapter)