Just as Zhang Zhibin was about to get in the car, he heard a young woman's voice from behind: "Mr. Stark, please excuse me. I'm Christina, a reporter from Vanity Fair magazine. Can I ask you two questions?"
The driver whispered in Zhang Zhibin's ear, "She's beautiful."
Zhang Zhibin felt a little baffled, what does being beautiful have to do with me? I hate these paparazzi the most.
So he just got into the car and the car drove away.
In the car, the driver hesitated to speak.
Zhang Zhibin asked, "What's wrong?"
The driver said, "It's nothing, Mr. Stark. I thought you'd invite her to spend the night with you."
Zhang Zhibin: "???"
Do I still have this option?
Zhang Zhibin said in disbelief, "Is this okay?"
The driver was a little puzzled: "Why not? You are Tony Stark."
Zhang Zhibin felt mmp in his heart.
Why don't you give me any hints? You told me earlier that this girl can be taken back!
Big loss...
But if you think about it carefully, it seems that there has been such a reminder.
When the driver told him "she is very beautiful", Zhang Zhibin had the idea of "go back and talk to the female reporter", but Zhang Zhibin ignored it.
I really missed a hundred million, oh no, it was several hundred million...
…
"Good morning, it's 7 o'clock. 22 degrees in Malibu, cloudy, high waves..."
The voice of the artificial intelligence Jarvis sounded, and Zhang Zhibin sat up from the bed, just in time to see the shading layer of the floor-to-ceiling windows disappear, the sun shines into the bedroom, and the blue sea is unobstructed.
In fact, he just lay down for less than a minute. Obviously, the game automatically skipped the time for sleeping.
Zhang Zhibin is still complaining, if he brought that girl back last night...
Of course, he knew very well in his heart that even if he brought the girl back, he would at most just experience cuddling and kissing, and the time would be cut directly to the next day.
However, cuddling and cuddling is better than staying alone in an empty bed...
Zhang Zhibin had experienced Tony Stark's mansion last night. With direct ocean views, everything in the house is smart and so big and spacious it almost runs a horse.
But the first thing he did when he woke up was to put on his coat and go to his studio to modify his luxury car.
When he was modifying the luxury car, Pepper opened the door and entered to report some things to him.
The first thing is that the plane will take off in fifteen minutes, headed to the lighthouse military base far away on the other side of the world, to display the latest Jericho missile.
The second thing is that there are new bidders for Pollock's paintings.
Pepper looked at Tony Stark: "So do you want that painting or not?"
Zhang Zhibin thought for a moment: "Do you have any suggestions?"
Little Pepper tidied up her blond hair: "The suggestion is... I think the painting is not bad, but the price is too outrageous."
Zhang Zhibin thought for a second: "Forget it."
"Okay..." Pepper recorded the decision, but Zhang Zhibin inferred from her tone, as if she was surprised by the decision.
Zhang Zhibin spread his hands: "What's wrong?"
Little Pepper shook his head: "It's nothing, I just felt a little surprised, I thought you would definitely say: 'I need it, buy it and keep it'."
Zhang Zhibin: "Am I this kind of prodigal?"
Little Pepper had an expression of "you're fucking kidding me", but out of respect for her boss and her desire to survive for fear of losing her job, she swallowed her complaints back.
"And the talk over at MIT..."
Zhang Zhibin stood up: "OK, you can help me arrange any other things, as long as I have time, I will definitely attend."
Little Pepper was silent for three seconds: "Emmm, although I am surprised and feel that you seem to be a different person, I still feel very relieved that I can spend less snacks on my birthday."
Zhang Zhibin turned around: "Your birthday? Today?"
Little Pepper smiled jokingly: "Yes, how strange, it's the same day as last year."
The scene was a bit embarrassing for a while, Zhang Zhibin was silent for five seconds, and Little Pepper didn't speak either.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know today was your birthday." Zhang Zhibin apologized very sincerely.
Pepper smiled: "It's okay, Mr. Stark, we all know that you can't even remember your own social security number. Besides, I have already given you my birthday present."
Zhang Zhibin: "Oh... really?"
Little Pepper nodded: "Yes, the gift is good, very tasteful, thank you, Mr. Stark. We should go."
"Okay." Zhang Zhibin changed into a formal suit and prepared to go to the airport.
…
On the way to the airport, Zhang Zhibin enjoyed the thrill of drag racing again.
But what made him more concerned was the communication he had with the npc in the previous game process.
It's like communicating with a real human being.
They will react according to what Zhang Zhibin said, and everyone's reaction is different.
For example, those girls in the casino obviously turned into low-intelligence creatures when they faced Tony Stark, and they almost climbed directly on them and stuck them upside down.
And his driver was diligent and respectful. Even if Zhang Zhibin deliberately slowed down while driving, the driver would follow behind his car obediently and would never overtake.
As for Pepper, her relationship with Stark is obviously closer, and she will complain about her boss from time to time.
Zhang Zhibin could feel that if he said something wrong, others might not care, but Little Pepper would definitely be angry.
"Each npc has its own personality? And it can completely respond according to what the player says? No wonder Chen Mo dared to call this game a 'time-traveling game'. The feeling of time-traveling is indeed too strong."
Zhang Zhibin now probably understands why it is called a time-traveling game. Obviously, he is not "playing" Tony Stark now, but is really Tony.
That said, he doesn't have to act like Tony Stark, nor does he have a set script.
In this world, Zhang Zhibin can do whatever he wants, he is Tony Stark.
As a result, when Zhang Zhibin was distracted, he didn't see the sharp bend ahead and flew directly into the sea.
Zhang Zhibin: "... mmp!"
When the field of vision went dark, after ten seconds, it automatically loaded to the nearest storage point and restarted.
Zhang Zhibin was speechless for a while: "It seems that even if you have a high degree of freedom, you can't die..."
Pull your luxury car into your own airport and get ready to board your private jet.
Colonel James on the plane looked surprised: "Tony, I didn't expect you to arrive on time."
Zhang Zhibin walked into the plane and said, "I've always been punctual."
Colonel James: "No wonder."