In the Stark Industries building in California, Tony Stark was practicing boxing with his bodyguard and driver, Hogan. However, Wesley wanted to sleep from watching, which meant that the two of them were still practicing happily.
Pepper came in with a woman. Wesley recognized the woman behind Pepper. Agent Natasha Romanov, the famous Black Widow. She was indeed a sexy beauty, but she was a little short, a little older, and her nose was a little too proportioned. That was all.
This time she was in charge of notarizing. Tony Stark appointed Pepe Potts as the executive president.
"Tony, the notary is here. I need your signature and handprint now. Hi Wesley, I saw you this time." Wesley almost cried when he heard her words. Was he playing hide and seek with her?
Wesley didn't answer her, either, because he was feasting. On a sofa alone, the coffee table in front of Wesley was filled with high-calorie food: burgers, hot dogs, pizza, and so on. He was drinking Coke with ice.
"Wow… Wesley, aren't you an agent? How can you eat so much? And… why aren't you fat?" Pepper is attracted to the food on the table or why Wesley isn't fat.
"Would you believe me if I said I would lose weight if I didn't eat like this?" Wesley's words made Pepper's eyes light up, and then she stared at him and asked, "Is there a secret?"
"No, because I have a special constitution." Wesley continued eating.
Agent Natasha was called into the ring by Tony Stark. They looked at each other for a while and Tony Stark came down. "Pepe, where did she come from?"
"She's from the legal department. She may have gotten you into a sexual harassment lawsuit if you keep staring at her."
"I need a new assistant, boss," Tony Stark said to Pepper.
"I have three candidates for you. They all have great potential. We can talk about it after you interview them."
"I don't have time to interview them. I just need one. I think she's not bad."
"Absolutely not." The conversation between Tony Stark and Pepe Potts made Wesley speechless. It was a little like the ancient time when the first wife chose concubines for her husband. He wondered what the two of them thought.
There was a loud bang and Happy Hogan fell into the ring with his neck between his legs. Tony Stark was shocked. Wesley glanced at his mouth and then continued to destroy the food. Now he had to eat a lot every day. Then the apple controlled his internal organs to digest the food and extract the energy.
The farce was over. "Wesley, we're going to Monaco. There's a car race there. Get ready." Tony Stark walked over and picked up a piece of pizza to eat.
"No problem, but are you ready to participate in the competition yourself?" Wesley asked.
"Oh, you guessed it?" Tony Stark whispered.
"That's right. Like I said, there is a way to solve your poison. It will take some time. You don't have to keep sending things out. And you can't work so hard."
"No, no, no. I'm just a hobby." Tony Stark won't admit it.
"Are you going to send out an Iron Man Armor?" Wesley said to him.
"Do you like it? Can I give you one?" Wesley knew that he was serious, but he refused.
"No, it doesn't suit me. My ability is not suitable for the Iron Man Armor. I can't use it at all." Wesley's ability lies in his body. Wearing the Iron Man Armor is equivalent to sealing his ability. Moreover, he is not interested in letting Apple try to absorb energy in the current Palladium reactor. "This is good now. It tests your willpower."
"Hey, man, this is about life and death."
"I don't think so. Your personality is too strange. It will be good for you to hone it."
In Monaco, a motorcycle driven by two mounted police officers cleared the way. Wesley sat in Tony Stark's Rolls-Royce and the car moved slowly and finally stopped. As soon as Tony Stark stepped out, he was greeted by cheers.
Happy Hogan opened the door for Pepper, carrying a portable Iron Man suit. Wesley stepped out of the passenger seat. "Wesley, do you hear their cheers?"
"Haha…" Wesley smiled, and then the four of them went in. Black Widow, who went by the alias Natalie Lohmann, had everything ready. Wesley sat down directly, and Tony Stark and Pepe Potts began their socializing.
The Alliance Game Company had already begun to work hard. With the publicity of the Expo, a large number of advertisements began to appear on the streets of the United States. The publicity cost was as high as $150 million. League of Legends began to invade completely, and the TT also entered thousands of homes. The number of customers rose to 1,500, and it was increasing every day.
With such results, the copyrights of many movies, television dramas, and songs were automatically sent over. Every time they charged for a click or download, both parties would split the profits equally. The membership system had already begun to run, and a company that had just appeared less than three months ago was starting to make a profit.
Wesley Gibson's name began to spread, but he left the company to its CEO, Kyle.
"Wesley, the toxicity is at fifty-three percent. I'm dying." Wesley was enjoying his steak when Tony Stark came over and whispered.
"Oh, then it's almost time. Let's go back and start. But I think our director will definitely come to you once. You have to meet him no matter what."
"Well, I'll do you a favor and meet him. I'm going to play." He happily went to prepare for the race. Wesley could solve his poisoning problem, which made him happy.
"You can solve his poisoning problem?" Black Widow came to Wesley's side.
"Oh, you scared me. When did you walk over?"
"Don't change the subject. You can solve it?"
"What does it have to do with you? You're just a worker, don't worry about your boss's business, okay?"
"I'm Natasha Romanoff, S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, above you. Now I ask if you can solve Tony Stark's poisoning problem."
"Haha, yes, what's the problem?"
"I will report this to the director. He will have instructions before you go back." With that, she got up and left. She still had to continue playing her role.
The game was about to begin. Wesley put down his knife and fork, got up, and went to the side of the field. A very powerful guy would show up later, and Wesley was ready to try it with his own pistol.