"The power of an individual cannot compete with that of a country!"
Tang Song felt the unobstructed soft touch behind him, and patted Shishida Mariko's fair and firm breasts with his backhand.
"But he is not facing a country. In the face of interests, not everyone will choose to sit on the opposite side of an energy tycoon!"
On TV, as the Senate President banged the gavel in his hand, it was announced that this so-called hearing had come to an end.
This was also within Tang Song's expectations, putting aside the so-called pre-known movie plot.
Tony Stark is not a grassroots scientist who can be manipulated by others.
The federal government can arbitrarily accuse him of a crime and plunder his inventions.
He has the support of Stark Industries, and if you want to deal with him, it means you have to face the powerful shareholders behind Stark Industries.
The Iron Man suit involves the Ark reactor, which is directly linked to Stark Industries' energy project. The interests involved are so complicated that even the owner of the White House would have a headache facing it.
Moreover, the influence of the Stark family in the political world cannot be underestimated.
Starting from Howard Stark and going through World War II, no one knows how many friends the two generations of Stark have in the senior positions of the federal government.
Tang Song was playing with the jade box in his hand. Green air gathered on the surface of the jade box to form the phantom of a green lotus.
Shishida Mariko walked around to Tang Song and sat astride his arms.
Tang Song held the white jade beauty in his arms, pointed at Tony Stark who was walking out of the courtroom on TV, and instructed her:
"Do you know what his amulet is now?"
Shi Zhitian was naked, with two pink arms wrapped around Tang Song's neck, and she leaned over to Tang Song's ear, breathing sweetly.
"What?"
Mariko Shida's eyes were a little dazed, even though she had practiced swordsmanship with the retainer ninja for several years.
To put it bluntly, he is just an ordinary person. Faced with the extraordinary skills that the Hehuan Sect has developed to reach the heart of a woman,
Add some small magic to liven up the atmosphere.
In just one night, he was completely subdued by Tang Song.
"It's the uniqueness of his technology. The Iron Man suit is Tony Stark's exclusive technology.
If this technology spreads, it will completely replace the current air force system.
The whole world will undoubtedly embark on a new arms race.
This is also the reason why various countries are imitating the Iron Man suit.
The federal government is also afraid that Tony Stark will leak the technology to other countries after the fallout, thus threatening federal security.
And because of the uniqueness of the Ark Reactor technology, a shareholder like me of Stark Industries will not stand by and watch this golden goose get into trouble.
Because of the fear of the consequences, this trial ended in nothing!
If there were a replacement, or if they had hacked Tony Stark's technology, this trial wouldn't be so polite!"
Tang Song analyzed the truth behind the trial to Shishida Mariko.
However, Tang Song lowered his head and looked at the dazed eyes of Mariko Shida, and he knew that she didn't hear much.
Tang Song stroked Shishida Mariko's breasts, feeling the cool and smooth touch of white jade in his hand.
"It's a little chilly outside, let me warm you up again!"
Amidst Mariko Shida's delicate screams, Tang Song picked him up and returned to the bedroom.
Being turned into a red wave...
By the time Tang Song finished his work and received the call, it was almost noon!
"Ding Qing?! Ask him to meet me at the manor at 2 pm!"
Tang Song hung up the phone, got up from the bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Turn on the shower and rinse off.
Tang Song casually drew a few spiritual patterns and cast a small spell called Cleansing.
A white light flashed, and the dust, water droplets, and some indescribable things on Tang Song's body were all cleaned away.
This little magic is one of the few magic spells that monks must learn in the world of Jambu.
Getting started is also simple, anyone who has just started practicing Qi can practice it, it is a home spell among cultivators,
After all, some monks would stay in seclusion in the mountains and forests for several years or even more than ten years.
You can't just practice halfway and then boil water to take a bath, so I don't know which master invented these little spells.
Cleansing techniques for cleaning the body, cleaning techniques for sweeping away dust, water-gathering charms for drinking water...
This whole set of small spells is truly a blessing for cultivators and is widely circulated in the cultivation world of Jambu.
As for why it was not used before the Tang and Song dynasties,
Boss Tang naturally doesn't need this thing normally.
His daily food, clothing, housing and transportation are as exquisite as can be.
Let's talk about accommodation first.
In New York alone, he owns four luxury homes, two estates, a sea view villa, and a comfortable, large flat.
Each house has a dedicated maid cook on call at all times.
Clothes come to you with your hands, food comes to you with your mouth,
If Boss Tang wasn't unaccustomed to it, some of these maids would even help him wash and bathe personally.
Tang Song might not stay in some houses once a month, but the chefs and maids there need to be ready at all times.
Of course, their salaries are paid on a full monthly basis, more than double the New York market price.
Especially the chefs. In order to cater to Tang Song's taste, the butler Lai En specially poached chefs from famous restaurants in various countries around the world.
From Chinese food to Italian food, from French food to Japanese food…
The chef team serving Boss Tang alone consists of more than 20 people.
The annual salary expenses for these people alone exceed tens of millions of dollars.
If Boss Tang's financial resources had not snowballed during this period, just paying the salaries of these chefs and maids would have been a big problem.
However, for Tang and Song at that time, this money was just a drop in the bucket.
Tang and Song were not ascetic monks, so they could not practice Buddhism, nor did they want to learn Taoism to retreat from the world and create their own world.
He loves delicious food, living in a mansion, and sleeping soundly. Tang Song never restricts himself.
He is not afraid of the so-called inner demons. This is his path of cultivation in the human world.
… … …
"jingle!"
Tang Song put on a bathrobe and opened the door. A beautiful blonde in a hotel uniform stood outside the presidential suite. She nodded at Tang Song and said:
"Mr. Tang, the lunch you ordered has arrived! Should I ask them to deliver it to your room?!"
The woman was wearing a black business suit, her white shirt was showing through, and her suit pants showed a surprising curve when she bent down.
Tang Song looked at the ID card on the woman's white shirt. "Mary Hughes"
The hotel's presidential suite has a dedicated butler who only provides services to guests in the presidential suite and is basically on call.
Mary Hughes is the personal butler of this presidential suite.
Tang Song nodded, opened the door to let the few people in, and turned around and went into the bedroom.
Mary Hughes gestured back, swaying her peachy hips, and entered the room with two waiters.
Two hotel waiters, dressed in white chef uniforms and chef hats, were pushing a hotel food cart.
The presidential suite has a specially separated dining area.
Under the command of Mary Hughes, two waiters took out the silver plates with silver covers from the dining cart one by one.
Wild rice and shrimp jelly, egg and tomato salad, conger eel soup, fried scallops with foie gras sauce, live shrimp with crab roe,
Curry oil-smoked shrimp, pan-fried lobster meat, tomato thyme cod, baked asparagus, baby fish custard…
Soon the table was filled with various French meals. Mary Hughes leaned over and took out a decanter from the dining cart. The transparent decanter contained the decanted red wine.
"Mr. Tang, this is Bordeaux red wine from Château Le Pin, Château Petrus. It's a little gift from our hotel!
Wish you and your female companion a pleasant meal! ”
The beautiful female housekeeper arranged the wine glasses and put away the knives and forks for Tang Song and Shishida Mariko.
He folded his hands in front of his chest, bowed slightly, and then left the room with the two waiters.
Shishida Mariko wiped her hair and walked out of the bathroom.
As she walked, a pair of long, white, beautiful legs were revealed under the woman's bathrobe.
However, this pair of beautiful legs were covered with some indescribable marks, especially the knees, which seemed to have hit something hard and were bruised.
Tang Song pulled the lost Mariko Shida into his arms.
"**** is going to break!"
Mariko Shida was so frightened that her face turned pale.
Tang Song chuckled, a silver light flashed from his palm, and Tianhe Zhenyuan stroked the scratches on her body...
After a burst of warm heat, Mariko Shishida looked down and found that all the red marks on her legs had disappeared.
“It’s amazing!”
Shishida Mariko touched her knee, which had recovered, and exclaimed,
Grabbing Tang Song's hand, he put it on his own hand which was covered with purple marks...