People write diaries in American comics, and Iron Man collapses at the beginning

But even if there is no speech, it hurts.

Does Pepper Potts have any other choice than to obediently let Tony Stark toss around?

She's just a little assistant!

"Are you sure?"

"I mean, it's your 'last decision', right?"

"You're not going to change your mind again and suddenly tell me you're going to Las Vegas again, are you?"

Pepper Potts took out Tony Stark's schedule while staring at each other to confirm.

"Even if I do change my mind, it's too late, right?"

"So, what you're worried about won't happen."

"Reassured?"

Tony Stark spread his hands to Pepper Potts.

Pepper Potts thought that this was indeed the case, so he didn't say anything more.

Instead, I picked up a pen and made some changes to my schedule.

"And!"

But soon.

Pepper Potts discovered another problem and quietly reminded Tony Stark.

"You need to go to Afghanistan tomorrow, and it's not something you can cancel if you say cancel."

"If you really want to cancel, I think you should communicate with Stan."

"Do you need me to help you get in touch?"

Tony Stark's brows couldn't help but frown slightly, which was quite unpleasant.

With his current status, there are really not many things that cannot be shirked, and he may not meet several times a year.

But tomorrow's trip to Afghanistan is just one of them.

That's a completely different thing from an award ceremony. Whether

he goes to the award ceremony or not, no one will take it seriously, except for Rhodes who will be depressed.

After all, he Big Tony released the pigeons.

But tomorrow's trip to Afghanistan, so many military bigwigs are there, even senior officers at the level of generals.

Where is his Tony Stark casual willfulness?

"No need."

Tony Stark waved his hand.

It's nothing more than a trip to Afghanistan, and it won't take long.

It's time to travel!

"Except for tomorrow's deal, everything else is canceled!"

Once again, such a sentence was dropped on Pepper Potts.

Tony Stark didn't delay and left his office.

Only his own little assistant shook his head helplessly.

It's really tired to follow a wayward boss like Tony Stark.

......

While!

Gently put the washed tableware away, Zhou Cheng wiped his hands, and sat back on the sofa.

I began to ponder.

Although he had previously belittled the original Mark armor in his diary.

But it's really just in YY.

At this moment, calm down and think carefully, even if the original Mark is scum, it has extremely high commercial value.

Don't look ugly and bulky, but being able to put it into use smoothly and flexibly is actually very remarkable.

That's really not something that any company can do.

Even at the moment, basically no company can do it.

Just what Tony Stark knocked out with a sledgehammer in the cave is already above the current era.

That's not an exaggeration.

If nothing else, just look at Hammer Industries.

Although in the "Iron Man" series of movies, Justin Hammer appeared several times, all of which were reduced to Tony Stark's background plate.

Trampled on the ground by Tony Stark and rubbed fiercely, all kinds of humiliation.

It's like a jumping beam clown.

But in fact, Hammer Industries is very good!

It's just not as big as Stark.

But even a company of the size of Hammer Industries, what kind of crooked dates are the robots produced?

You can trip yourself when you walk, and you can break your waist when you turn around.

Not to mention taking off, it's like a monkey.

That's a miserable one.

It's really not a matter of missing an energy source.

Zhou Cheng believed.

If he really got the original warframe drawings, he would definitely be able to sell them for a good price.

But it was still that key problem, Zhou Cheng didn't know where that cave was at all!

Could it be true, as written in the diary, go to Obadi Stein to rob it?

Well, this is actually Zhou Cheng's YY.

Just think about it.

He really doesn't want to rob or anything just because he makes money.

Although Obadi Stan is not a good person, he is fundamentally different from the terrorists of the Ten Commandments.

Go inside the cave to snatch the drawings from the Ten Commandments and go to Stan's office to snatch the drawings from the other party.

The nature is completely different.

The former Zhou Cheng had no pressure, but the latter, Zhou Cheng felt that he still couldn't do it.

Not to mention.

This kind of thing can not be done with brute force, the reality is not a movie!

"Think about it, or sell a house and buy stocks is reliable!"

After calculating for a long time, Zhou Cheng finally shook his head a little helplessly.

Although the money from selling the house may not seem like much, it is actually not too little for an ordinary person like him!

Taking advantage of the ups and downs of the Stark Group to operate a wave, you can also make a lot of money.

At least it was the money that the original Zhou Cheng could not earn in his life.

Isn't that okay?

Don't be too greedy!

"Then it's decided!"

After some thought, Zhou Cheng still made such a decision.

Considering that the time was almost up, the Pole Award Ceremony had begun, and Zhou Cheng did not have too much grinding.

I plan to go to an intermediary company, find a real estate agent, and specifically implement the sale of the house.

I changed my clothes and was about to visit the door.

But as soon as he opened the door, Zhou Cheng couldn't help but be stunned.

Because a tall, inch-headed, and familiar white man appeared in Zhou Cheng's line of sight.

The other party was standing outside Zhou Cheng's door, blocking Zhou Cheng's way.

There is no doubt that he came to Zhou Cheng.

"Little?"

Zhou Cheng almost blurted out.

Because the white man in front of him looks exactly the same as Deadpool, there is no difference.

Or the only difference.

It is that this person's face is not like a pitted lunar face like a little.

Rather, an intact, normal human face.

Is it Wade, who hasn't become a pariah yet, or someone else who looks alike?

Such a thought quickly flashed in Zhou Cheng's mind.

"Who are you?"

"Why is it outside my house?"

Zhou Cheng looked directly at the white man in front of him and asked the question in his heart.

"Also, shouldn't you just be Wade Wilson?"

Really unable to suppress the curiosity in his heart, Zhou Cheng added.

Then Zhou Cheng saw it.

The man who originally looked cold and coquettish suddenly showed surprise on his face.

"You know me?"