Just as Zhang Zhibin was about to get into the car, he heard a young woman's voice behind him. "Mr. Stark, excuse me. I'm Christina, a reporter from Vanity Fair. Can I ask you two questions?"
The driver whispered in Zhang Zhibin's ear, "She's beautiful."
Zhang Zhibin was baffled. What did being beautiful have to do with him? He hated paparazzi the most.
So he got into the car and drove off.
In the car, the driver hesitated.
Zhang Zhibin asked, "What's wrong?"
The driver said, "Nothing, Mr. Stark. I thought you'd invite her to spend the night with you. "
Zhang Zhibin: "???"
I didn't know I had such an option.
Zhang Zhibin said in disbelief, "That works?"
The driver was puzzled. "Why not? You're Tony Stark. "
Zhang Zhibin cursed inwardly.
Why didn't you give me a hint? You should've told me I could've brought this girl back!
What a loss …
But now that he thought about it, there had been such a hint.
When the driver had told him that she was beautiful, Zhang Zhibin had thought of talking to the female reporter later, but Zhang Zhibin had ignored it.
He had missed out on a hundred million, no, a few hundred million …
…
"Good morning, it's seven o 'clock. The temperature in Malibu is 22 degrees, cloudy, and the waves are high … "
The artificial intelligence, J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice rang out. Zhang Zhibin sat up in bed just in time to see the French windows disappear. Sunlight shone into the bedroom, and the blue sea was unobstructed.
In fact, he had only been lying down for less than a minute. Clearly, the game had automatically skipped sleep time.
Zhang Zhibin was still grumbling. If he had brought the girl back last night …
Of course, he knew very well that even if he had brought the girl back, he would've probably only gotten to experience hugging and kissing. Time would've cut to the next day.
However, cuddling was still better than sleeping alone on an empty bed …
Zhang Zhibin had already experienced Tony Stark's mansion last night. He could see the sea directly, and everything in the house was intelligent. It was large and spacious, almost big enough for a horse to run.
But the first thing he did when he woke up was put on his coat and go to his studio to modify his luxury car.
While he was modifying the luxury car, Little Chili Pepper pushed open the door and entered to report some matters to him.
The first thing was that the plane would take off in fifteen minutes and head to the military base of Lighthouse on the other side of the Earth to demonstrate the latest Jericho missile.
The second was that there was a new bidder for Pollock's painting.
Chili Pepper looked at Tony Stark and asked, "So, do you want that painting or not?"
Zhang Zhibin thought for a moment. "Do you have any suggestions?"
Little Chili Pepper tidied up her blonde hair, "My suggestion is … I think the drawing is not bad, but the price is too outrageous."
Zhang Zhibin thought for a second and said, "Forget it."
"Ok …" Little Chili Pepper recorded the decision but Zhang Zhibin could tell from her tone that she was surprised by the decision.
Zhang Zhibin shrugged. "What's wrong?"
Little Chili Pepper shook her head, "It's nothing, I just felt a little surprised. I thought that you would definitely say, 'I need it, I'll buy it for my collection'."
Zhang Zhibin: "Am I such a prodigal?"
Little Chili Pepper had a 'you're f * cking kidding me' look on her face but out of respect for her boss and the fear of losing her job, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
"There's also the speech at MIT …"
Zhang Zhibin stood up. "Ok, if there's anything else, please arrange it for me. I'll definitely attend as long as I have the time."
Little Chili Pepper was silent for three seconds, "Erm, although I'm surprised and feel like you've changed into a different person, I'm still very glad that I can spend less effort on my birthday."
Zhang Zhibin turned around, "Your birthday? Today? "
Little Chili Pepper smiled playfully, "Yes, how strange, it's the same day as last year."
Zhang Zhibin was silent for five seconds and Little Chili Pepper did not speak either.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know it's your birthday today," Zhang Zhibin apologized sincerely.
Little Chili Pepper smiled, "It's okay, Mr. Stark, we all know that you can't even remember your own social security number. Besides, I've already given my birthday present on your behalf. "
Zhang Zhibin: "Oh … really?"
Little Chili Pepper nodded, "Yes, it's a good gift, very tasteful. Thank you, Mr. Stark. We should go now. "
"Ok." Zhang Zhibin changed into a suit and prepared to head to the airport.
…
On the way to the airport, Zhang Zhibin once again enjoyed the thrill of racing.
But he was more concerned about the interaction he had with the NPCs in the game.
It was as if he was communicating with real humans.
They would react accordingly to what Zhang Zhibin said, and everyone's reaction was different.
For example, the girls in the casino had obviously become low-IQ creatures when they faced Tony Stark, and they almost crawled up to him.
His driver, on the other hand, was diligent and respectful. Even when Zhang Zhibin deliberately slowed down while driving, the driver would obediently follow behind him and would never overtake him.
As for Little Chili Pepper, she was obviously closer to Stark, and she would even complain about her boss from time to time.
Zhang Zhibin could feel that if he said something wrong, others might not mind, but Little Chili Pepper would definitely be angry.
"Every NPC has their own personality? And they can react accordingly to what the player says? No wonder Chen Mo dared to call this a 'transmigration game', the feeling of transmigration is too strong. "
Zhang Zhibin now understood why it was called a transmigration game. Obviously, he wasn't 'acting' as Tony Stark, but had truly become Tony.
In other words, he didn't have to act like Tony Stark, nor did he have a fixed script.
In this world, Zhang Zhibin could do whatever he wanted, he was Tony Stark.
While Zhang Zhibin was distracted, he didn't see the sharp turn in front of him and flew straight into the sea.
Zhang Zhibin: "… MMP!"
His vision went black, and after ten seconds, the game reloaded to the nearest save point.
Zhang Zhibin was speechless, "Looks like even if I have a lot of freedom, I still can't die …"
He drove his luxury car into the airport and was ready to board his private plane.
On the plane, Colonel James looked surprised, "Tony, I didn't expect you to be here on time."
Zhang Zhibin said as he walked into the plane, "I've always been punctual."
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