Simultaneous travel: all abstract fun people

Chapter 118 Superhero Labor Dispatch Company
Roger walked in with Gwen, and the moment his eyes locked on Tony, it was as if he had picked out the most beautiful hairy crab in the market.

"Nice to meet you, humanoid self-propelled can."

After saying that, he pulled out a chair as if no one was around, sat down opposite Tony, and slung his legs over the conference table, not paying any attention to his surroundings.

Tony looked at Roger's series of reckless actions and felt his temples throbbing. A nameless anger suddenly rose up.

Because he was the one who did this before.

It was the first time that Tony encountered someone acting so arrogantly in front of him.

Tony finally understood how difficult it was for those shareholders who were so angry with him that they were hospitalized.

But at this moment, he suppressed his anger, stared at Roger, and asked, "How on earth did you do it?"

Tony couldn't believe that the man in front of him could quietly control 40% of the company's shares.

You know, as the company's largest shareholder before, he only held about 30% of the shares.

Moreover, the whole process is full of doubts.

Not to mention what means Roger used to get the shares from Obadiah, the mere illegal increase in stock holdings is a serious suspicion of insider trading.

According to common sense, the CSRC should have intervened in the investigation long ago.

But what was strange was that the CSRC was as quiet as a chicken, and Roger was not in any trouble at all, and even did not bother to make an external announcement.

What’s even more outrageous is that as an important shareholder of the company, I only learned of this shocking news today.

Tony felt like the wife who was the last to know about the relationship exposure. Even the cleaning lady in the company knew about the equity change earlier than him.

Roger glanced at him casually, pretending not to notice Tony's anger.

“The process is not important.”

“No one cares.”

Having said that, Roger snapped his fingers.

In an instant, Tony noticed that the scene around him was distorted and changing.

The originally spacious and bright company conference room turned into a living room in the blink of an eye.

It was a cold business style one second and switched to an IKEA model room the next.

As for his personal assistant Pepper Potts and the beautiful female secretary Roger brought, they all looked different.

Tony was instantly alert, realizing something was wrong.

He calmly tried to call Jarvis through the headset.

However, Roger seemed to see through his thoughts and said with a smile: "Don't waste your energy. This is an illusion. You can't contact the outside world."

Tony frowned, looked at Roger suspiciously, and snorted coldly:

"So, you got the shares through this little trick?"

Roger crossed his legs and started to show off: "Money is like bath water to me. It feels good to let it flow, but when you turn off the faucet, it's just like that."

He leaned forward slightly, his tone emphasizing: "This crappy company, Stark Industries, is at best a gift. What I really like is you, Tony Stark."

Tony was stunned when he heard this, then he smiled and said, "Although your aesthetic taste is very good, I am not interested in you."

He deliberately looked Roger up and down, then changed the subject: "If you are the same as your secretary-general, I would be interested in having a deeper discussion with you."

In fact, Tony didn't believe Roger's nonsense at all.

He was joking on the surface, but in fact he was stalling for time, still holding on to a glimmer of hope and trying to contact Jarvis.

He cursed in his heart: Jarvis, if you don’t respond, I will format you into an artificial idiot tomorrow!

But no matter how he tried, there was no response from the other end of the headset.

Roger raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Maybe I should change my image."

As soon as he finished speaking, blue-purple demonic energy instantly surged out of his body.

In the blink of an eye, a suit of battle gear covered his entire body. That familiar outfit was exactly the same Superman who had stolen Tony's limelight on the rooftop of Stark Tower.

Tony's eyes widened at first, and he stood there in disbelief.

Then he reacted and anger suddenly appeared on his face, and his original expression was slightly distorted by anger.

He gritted his teeth and said, "It's you!"

"It seems you're not bragging. Money really means nothing to you."

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Roger showed a smile with a hint of evil humor on his face, and deliberately prolonged his tone:

"It's simple. I want you, a playboy, to work for me for free so that you can experience true blessings."

Tony felt a surge of blood rushing to his head and almost fainted from anger.

As if that weren't enough, Roger added with a smile, "Also, I'm planning to form a superhero labor dispatch company... a team."

"Although you're just an ordinary person, relying entirely on high-tech equipment, you have the ability to make money, so you're qualified to be a mobile ATM machine."

Tony felt that what happened today was absolutely ridiculous. He was so angry that he was shaking all over. He was angrier today than he had been in the past year.

But he still suppressed his anger and asked patiently, "Are you talking about the Justice League in the comics?"

"Are you planning on playing superhero house?"

"You should go find that pajama girl hanging around the streets of New York."

Hearing this, Roger glanced at Tony and asked, "How do you know I haven't looked for her?"

Then, he put away his smile and said seriously, "But this is not children playing in the mud."

"As superheroes continue to emerge, so too will super criminals with ulterior motives."

"And this is just the situation on Earth. When the alien city police come to Earth to issue tickets, you'll miss the good old days when you only had to deal with bank robbers."

Tony listened, his face full of disdain: "I suggest you go to the emergency room of the brain department."

Roger was not angry, but just chuckled: "Little boy, you should make up for it. You know too little now."

"But don't be impatient. Once you truly step into this world, you will find that the world you see will completely change."

After saying that, Roger's figure slowly shattered in front of Tony like smoke, as if he had never really existed.

Back in the real world, in the conference room, Roger stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out the door.

Tony, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly performed a table-breaking trick. His forehead made close contact with the solid wooden tabletop, and he fell asleep.

Pepper had been watching from the side and was frightened by this sudden change.

She anxiously shook Tony's body, calling his name, and looked at Roger's departing back, her eyes full of confusion, completely at a loss.

Gwen had been standing quietly by, intending to be invisible and observe everything silently.

But the sudden change in front of her was so sudden that she was completely confused.

She looked at Roger, full of doubts: Is this the end?
What did they do?
Could it be that the boss cast some kind of magic?
Countless speculations flashed through Gwen's mind.

With a lot of questions in his mind, Gwen quickly caught up and couldn't help asking, "Boss, what's going on?"

Roger heard Gwen's question and said slowly:
"What else could it be? Tin Can Man must have stayed up all night last night researching human reproduction with those cover girls and fell asleep during the day."

Roger said it seriously, as if this was the most reasonable explanation.

Gwen was speechless after hearing this.

Boss, can you come up with a decent script next time when you try to trick people?

It’s still there in the middle of the night, I’m working on the manuscript, I’ll resume updating in the next few days!

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