But no matter how speechless or frustrated Pepper Potts was, what other choice did she have besides obediently letting Tony Stark mess around?
She was just a small assistant!
"Are you sure?"
"I mean, this is your 'final decision,' right?"
"You won't change your mind again and suddenly tell me you're planning to go to Las Vegas again, will you?"
Pepper Potts took out Tony Stark's itinerary while staring intently at him for confirmation.
"Even if I did change my mind, there wouldn't be enough time, would there?"
"So, what you're worried about won't happen."
"Feel relieved now?"
Tony Stark spread his hands at Pepper Potts.
Pepper Potts thought about it and realized it was true, so she didn't say anything more.
Instead, she picked up a pen and made some changes to the itinerary.
"And!"
But very quickly,
Pepper Potts discovered another problem and reminded Tony Stark in a deep voice.
"Tomorrow you need to go to Afghanistan, and that's not something you can just cancel on a whim."
"If you really want to cancel, I think you should communicate with Stan."
"Do you need me to contact him for you?"
Tony Stark's brows furrowed slightly, clearly displeased.
Given his current status, there really weren't many things he couldn't get out of, perhaps only a few times a year.
But tomorrow's trip to Afghanistan was precisely one of them.
That was completely different from an awards ceremony; they were two entirely different matters.
No one would care if he didn't attend the awards ceremony, except perhaps Rhodes, who might be a little depressed.
After all, Tony had stood him up.
But for tomorrow's trip to Afghanistan, so many Military bigwigs would be there, even general-level senior officers.
How could that be a place for Tony Stark to act on a whim?
"No need."
Tony Stark waved his hand.
It was just a trip to Afghanistan; it wouldn't take much time.
He'd just treat it as a vacation!
"Besides tomorrow's deal, cancel everything else!"
After saying that to Pepper Potts again,
Tony Stark didn't delay any further and left his office directly.
Leaving only his little assistant to shake her head helplessly.
Following a boss as whimsical as Tony Stark was truly exhausting.
...
Clang!
Gently placing the washed dishes, Zhou Cheng wiped his hands and sat back on the sofa.
He began to ponder again.
Although he had previously disparaged the Mark I armor in his diary, calling it worthless,
that was actually just wishful thinking.
Now, calming down and thinking carefully, even if the Mark I was terrible, it still possessed extremely high commercial value.
Despite its ugly and bulky appearance, the fact that it could be put into smooth and flexible use was actually very impressive.
That was truly not something just any company could achieve.
In fact, basically no company could achieve it at the moment.
The thing Tony Stark hammered out in a cave was already superior to the current era.
This was not an exaggeration at all.
Look no further than Hammer Industries.
Although Justin Hammer appeared several times in the Iron Man film series, he always served as a backdrop for Tony Stark.
He was constantly trampled and humiliated by Tony Stark, like a clown.
But in reality, Hammer Industries was very, very powerful!
It just couldn't compare to the behemoth that was Stark Group.
But even a company of Hammer Industries' size, what kind of shoddy robots did they produce?
They would trip over themselves while walking and could sprain their backs just turning around.
And as for flying, there was no need to mention it; they flew around erratically and crashed like bottle rockets.
It was truly a sight too horrible to behold.
This truly wasn't just a matter of lacking a power source.
Zhou Cheng believed that
if he really got his hands on the Mark I armor blueprints, he could definitely sell them for a good price.
But there was still that crucial question: Zhou Cheng had no idea where that cave was!
Could he really, as the diary suggested, go and snatch it from Obadiah Stane?
Well, that was actually just Zhou Cheng's wishful thinking.
He just thought about it casually.
He wouldn't actually resort to robbery just to make money.
Although Obadiah Stane wasn't a good person, there was a fundamental difference between him and those terrorists from the Ten Rings Gang.
Snatching the blueprints from the Ten Rings Gang in the cave and snatching them from Stan's office were completely different in nature.
Zhou Cheng had no qualms about the former, but for the latter, Zhou Cheng felt he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Moreover,
this kind of thing couldn't be accomplished just by having brute strength; reality wasn't a movie!
"After much thought, selling the house and buying stocks seems more reliable!"
After pondering for a long time, Zhou Cheng finally shook his head helplessly.
Although the money from selling the house didn't seem like much, for an ordinary person like him, it wasn't a small sum!
Operating on the big ups and downs of the Stark Group could also earn him a lot.
At least it was money the original Zhou Cheng could never earn in his lifetime.
Wasn't that enough?
One shouldn't be too greedy!
"Then it's settled!"
After some thought, Zhou Cheng still made this decision.
Considering that time was almost up and the Extremis Prize awards ceremony had already begun, Zhou Cheng didn't procrastinate too much.
He planned to go to a real estate agency, find an agent, and finalize the matter of selling the house.
He changed his clothes and was about to go out.
But just as he opened the door, Zhou Cheng was momentarily stunned.
Because a tall, close-cropped, and very familiar-looking White man appeared in Zhou Cheng's line of sight.
The man was standing directly outside Zhou Cheng's door, blocking his way.
He was undoubtedly there for Zhou Cheng.
"Xiao Jian Jian?"
Zhou Cheng almost blurted it out.
Because the White man in front of him looked exactly like Deadpool, Xiao Jian Jian, with no difference.
Or rather, the only difference
was that this person's face wasn't pitted and scarred like Xiao Jian Jian's moon-like face.
Instead, it was a perfectly intact, normal person's face.
Was it Wade before he became Xiao Jian Jian, or someone else who looked very similar?
These thoughts quickly flashed through Zhou Cheng's mind.
"Who are you?"
"Why are you outside my door?"
Zhou Cheng looked directly at the White man in front of him and asked the questions in his heart.
"Also, you wouldn't happen to be named Wade Wilson, would you?"
Unable to suppress his curiosity, Zhou Cheng added another sentence.
Then Zhou Cheng saw that
the man, who had originally looked cool and swaggering, suddenly showed a look of surprise.
"You know me?"