As soon as Stark vomited, the two of them were in no mood to continue eating. Fang Ze originally wanted to use his shining kitchen god's hands to make the food more delicious, but faced with the hygienic condition of the kitchen, he thought about it. I thought I might as well forget it.
After all, the hand of the God of Cooking can only stimulate the delicious taste of food, and it can still make people eat bad things.
After coming out of the restaurant, the two of them came across a small cart selling snacks. Although it was outside, it looked pretty hygienic, so they walked over and bought one to try.
Delhi’s snacks still inherit the glorious tradition of Indian cuisine, which is eaten with hands. Fortunately, Stark and Fang Ze didn't have the tradition of wiping their butts with their hands, so it didn't matter.
The snacks sold on the cart are hollow crispy balls that look like oily gluten. They fill you with sour soup and onion foam, lemon juice, and chopped green onion. Then you grab it with your hands and put it into your mouth. You can immediately feel the deliciousness in your mouth. The sour soup flowing out of it is very delicious.
"Well, there is finally something edible here." Stark looked happy, "At least I haven't eaten such delicious food in Vietnam."
"Didn't they ask you to research weapons for them? Why are they still abusing you and denying you good food?"
"It's not about abusing me." Stark and Fang Ze stood on the street, trying not to look at the urine-whitened wall of the Delhi train station in the distance.
"Actually, they didn't have much to eat. What I ate there was considered good, and there was white rice. Ordinary soldiers in Vietnam might not even have gruel mixed with sand."
As he ate the crispy balls, Stark cursed, "Fuck the war."
It seems that this military industry boss has begun to have anti-war thoughts. When he completes the production of the Iron Man suit and the world is wandering around, he will completely become an anti-war element.
"Speaking of which, do you know where your missing friend is in Hydepur?" Stark asked, "I think we need to find the person quickly, and then fly abroad, to any developed country, and let me take care of myself. Enjoy two days of good life.”
"Look at me." Stark showed his tattered clothes to Fang Ze, "I live like a beggar now. I need beautiful women, yachts, five-star hotels and endless Michelin three stars."
Although Fang Ze wants to say that even if we find someone, if we go to other countries, the money in my hand will not be able to support you to eat three Michelin stars and stay in a five-star hotel, let alone find a few beauties.
After all, the living expenses given by Da Meow are quite a lot for ordinary people, but for Stark, even a glass of red wine is not enough.
However, looking at Stark's hopeful eyes, Fang Ze knew that this child had probably been abused for too long and urgently needed a little hope for the future, so he did not tell the truth, but followed his topic. "I hope we can find the person as soon as possible when we go to Haiderpur, but now I only know that the person is in Haiderpur, and I don't know where exactly."
"Didn't you say before that she sent you an email?" Stark stretched out his hand and said, "Bring it to me and take a look."
Fang Ze took out his phone, tuned it to the Penguin mailbox, and then handed it to Stark. "Do you know which company's email address sqoai is?"
"sqoai?" Stark glanced at the sender's email address on the phone page, thought for a moment and said, "If I guess correctly, this should be a ten-minute email address and does not belong to any company."
"Ten minute mailbox?" Fang Ze asked puzzledly.
"Well, let me explain it to you this way. If the Internet is compared to the sea, then the mailbox is a buoy, a channel you leave on the sea for others to find you. But sometimes you know, once you let more people find you, If more people know how to contact you, you will receive tons of spam, such as advertising, marketing, phishing, etc."
"The more accounts you register with your email address, the more spam you will receive. Sometimes if you need to register an account on some infrequently used and less important websites, and you don't want to receive emails from this website When there is junk mail, you can use the ten-minute mailbox.”
"This mailbox has no password and is provided by some free websites. After you click to apply, you will get an mailbox that lasts only ten minutes. This mailbox can send emails and receive emails from others within ten minutes. Or a verification email for a registered website. This is equivalent to having a buoy in the ocean of the Internet that lasts ten minutes and then disappears after ten minutes.”
After Stark finished eating the crispy balls, he asked Fang Ze for two pieces of paper. He wiped his lips and fingers gracefully, looking out of place with the Indians around him.
"This kind of email is usually used to protect personal information. After all, there are some small websites that always sell your private information to others."
"In other words, there is no way for us to find out where this email was sent from through this ten-minute mailbox?"
"Others may not be able to, but who am I?" Stark's aura of domineering CEO leaked out at this moment, and he said confidently, "I am Tony Stark, the greatest genius in the history of the United States."
As soon as Stark finished speaking, he saw a dark and skinny child suddenly appear next to him, stretched out his hand and shouted to Stark, "Okay, give me some money, I'm hungry."
Stark saw the little beggar, and subconsciously reached out to touch his arms, and then.
His expression froze for a moment.
He didn't have a penny on him.
"It seems that even the greatest genius in the United States will have troubles because of money." Fang Ze raised his eyebrows and teased, then took out five rupees from his wallet and handed it to the little beggar.
The little beggar ran away quickly after getting the money. Stark said to Fang Ze, "People always have bad luck, right? When I return to the United States, I swear that I will never step out of my house again in this life." One step ahead of Stark Industries."
"I think you will forget this promise when you go back." Fang Zeruo said pointedly, and then said, "Let's go, let's go to the train station to buy tickets and go to Haiderpur early."
The two of them were about to move away when suddenly a group of Indian children came over and surrounded them. Then they stretched out their hands and shouted, "I'm hungry, I'm hungry."
"Waltfak." Stark looked at the group of Indian children who appeared out of nowhere and shouted, "What's going on?"
Fang Ze turned around and took a look, and found that not far away, the Indian child who had taken the money from them before was holding a big cake in his hand and eating happily, and he knew that it was this child who had lured the people here.
The two tried to drive away the children, but the children surrounded them relentlessly and asked for money, making it impossible for them to get away.
At this moment, a very standard English sound sounded in their ears, but this sentence was not addressed to them.
"look here!"
As the words fell, a pile of very small denominations of rupees was thrown out and scattered on the ground. The group of children surrounding the two saw the rupees on the ground and immediately ran over to pick them up.
"Go quickly." A tall, thin white woman wearing a hat shouted to the two of them, "or they will be back soon."
After hearing what the white woman said, Fang Ze and Stark quickly walked forward. The white woman followed behind them, and finally arrived at the station before the children picked up all the money.
"Thank you very much." After entering the station, Fang Ze finally breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the white woman.
"You're welcome." The white woman wore a peaked cap and a high collar, so her appearance couldn't be clearly seen. She said in English, "Did you just give money to a child?"
"Yes." Stark shrugged and said, "I just wanted to show some kindness, but I didn't expect that it would attract a group of people."
"In India, don't give money to just anyone." The white woman said to the two people, "Because if you give one of them one, all of them will know it immediately and come to you to ask for money."
"Damn, why are there so many beggars here?" Stark complained.
"They are not beggars, just children from the neighborhood." The woman shrugged and said, "Sometimes they are quite cute and will cooperate with you to take photos. I mean, they don't want money."
"You look like a native of India, don't you even know this?" the white woman looked at Stark and asked.
"Oh no, I'm American."
"What a coincidence, I am also an American." The white woman took the initiative to reach out and shake Stark's hand, "But you have a standard Indian appearance. Are you an Indian who grew up in the United States?"
"No. I am a pure American. If you are interested in what I am like, we can find a place to chat slowly. After all, the fate between a man and a woman usually begins with a story."
"You are a very interesting person." The woman laughed, "My name is Pepper Potts, and where are you two?"
"Tony Stark." "Fang Ze."
After Fang Ze said his name, he stared at the two people who were already familiar with each other in stunned silence.
Is it because I am too nerdy and don’t know how to strike up a conversation, or maybe Tony Stark’s physical charm has not decreased even though he is an Indian? How could he become a mature man in the blink of an eye
"What a coincidence." The woman said after hearing Stark's name. "If you didn't lie to me, our names are such a coincidence. I almost thought I was your secretary."
"How do you know my secretary is also named Potts?" A look of confusion appeared on Stark's face.
The name Pepper Potts is the real name of Pepper Potts, the famous Iron Man girlfriend and assistant. Even though Stark has not yet become Iron Man, Potts has been his secretary for a long time, although Stark later moved I don’t love Captain America anymore.
So, this is really a coincidence.
(End of chapter)