Across Marvel: I Lost Iron Man

Chapter 150
Seeing Hill's actions, Ye Qingyang felt a little funny. It seemed that every woman would wipe the stools and tables when they came to this small restaurant. In fact, it was not very hygienic, and it might be due to psychological effects.

Ye Qingyang shook his head and said
"Although the environment of this restaurant is mediocre, the taste of barbecue is excellent. I have eaten in so many restaurants, and this one is the most authentic."

Seeing Ye Qingyang's insistence, Hill didn't refute, and sat down with his windbreaker up.

When Hill sat down, Ye Qingyang called out

"waiter!"

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl walked over, with delicate skin, delicate face, and a well-proportioned figure.

"Sir, ma'am, it's a pleasure to serve you."

Ye Qingyang pointed to Hill and said
"Give the menu to the lady in front of me. See if there is anything you want to eat, and you can order more."

Hill took the menu and ordered a few more vegetables like grilled green peppers and enoki mushrooms.

Ye Qingyang looked at Hill's fair face and said

"What would you like to drink?"

Hill shuddered when she heard Ye Qingyang's words. Last time Ye Qingyang asked her this question, she made a big fool of herself. She still remembers the power of that glass of white wine.
"I don't drink liquor!"

Ye Qingyang laughed

"Don't worry, eating barbecue is definitely not drinking white wine. How about this, girl, bring us a white beer."

"Ok sir."

The Indian girl wrote it down, and then went to the back kitchen to prepare the dishes.

When the barbecue was served and the beer was in place, Ye Qingyang got up and took a bottle of white beer, filled a glass, and said
"I'm really sorry about what happened last time. I didn't take into account that you can't drink liquor. This drink is my apology."

After speaking, Ye Qingyang drank the white beer in the glass in one gulp.

Hill brushed the hair on his forehead behind his ears with his fingers, and said

"I should be the one to apologize. Last time I stained your shirt, I specially invited you to dinner, and I did it too."

Ye Qingyang watched the beautiful woman in front of him gulp down the beer, her elegant and slender neck constantly rising and falling, and suddenly felt dreamy.

"Hey, since it's a misunderstanding, let's stop being polite and let's eat."

Ye Qingyang's stomach was indeed a bit hungry, and a few skewers of kidneys and chicken wings came first. Hill opened his mouth slightly, bit his teeth lightly, tore off a piece of meat from the chicken wings, and chewed slowly, the taste was really good.

The taste of cumin and sesame mixed with the aroma of barbecue explodes in the mouth together, which is incomparable to any kind of food, especially a bottle of beer, which is both refreshing and happy.

After eating a few strings to pad his stomach, Hill raised his glass and said
"Mr. Shi Dake, I would like to thank you for that incident in the frontier. If you hadn't acted, the loss would have been heavy. It is estimated that I, a ninth-level agent, will also be punished."

Ye Qingyang hastily put down the big waist in his hand, raised his wine glass and said with a smile
"Hey, it's nothing to worry about such a trivial matter, let alone punishing evil and eradicating traitors. It is our duty to save the people of Li. Everyone is serving the country and should help each other. Girl, you are serious."

After finishing speaking, the two drank it down in one gulp, and began to chat about some less serious topics.

A second-generation super-rich man who is at the helm of a super-corporation, and a senior person in charge of the most mysterious organization in the world. In S.H.I.E.L.D., Hill can be regarded as one person under one man and above ten thousand people, responsible for handling mysterious events Countless.

The conversation between the two is naturally about the paranormal, Hill asked

"Actually, I have always been curious about how your Iron Man armor was developed. It is estimated that no one will be able to imitate that kind of advanced technology in another 50 years. It's just why you don't mass-produce this technology. Wouldn’t our world be safer with more defenders?”

Ye Qingyang shook his head when he heard the words, and said

"Weapons don't make people safer. The most important thing is to look at the people who use them. You see, everyone in America has guns, but has the crime rate decreased? It seems to be increasing year by year, and weapons are in the wrong hands. The harm is astonishing. There are 6.5 million privately owned guns in the world, half of which are in the hands of the American people. I believe you know better than me how many people die in gun incidents every year. So, it’s not that I don’t want to I want to disclose my technology, but I am afraid that after I disclose it, there will be extremely dangerous people who will take risks, and it will not be ordinary people who will be threatened by that time, and the big bosses of various countries may not be able to sleep well."

After talking so much, Ye Qingyang poured himself a big glass of beer.

Hill opened his mouth and said

“The Second Amendment to the U.S. Constitution states that: “A well-regulated militia is necessary to the security of a free state, and the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.This is written in the U.S. Constitution and is sacred. "

Ye Qingyang shook his head and said

"The people who drafted these bills at that time did not expect that a few years later, the people would develop an automatic rifle that could fire hundreds of bullets in one minute, nor did they expect that there would be nuclear bombs and atomic splitting bombs, let alone that there would be A super genius like Iron Man was born, so it is good to follow the rules, but it is absolutely impossible to stick to the rules and stay the same. It has a history of more than 1 years since 1776. We are now in the Internet era. At that time, there was the Internet? Now it is In the age of big data, in that era there was big data? Now is the information age, in that era—forget it, we are here to complain for entertainment, anyway, it will not be us, nor you, who will make the final decision. "

"Come on, drink!"

Hill also shook her head. Ye Qingyang's words were not unreasonable, but they conflicted with the educational philosophy she had received since she was a child. The concept of freedom and equality had been deeply rooted in her heart, and the people's right to weapons had also taken root in her heart. Moreover, she lived a good life since she was a child, and she didn't have much experience in contacting the people at the bottom. She didn't know what the people hated and needed most. All she listened to was the education of her parents, teachers, and books, but she had no educated by the people.

Just like what Emperor Jin Hui of the ancient Han Dynasty said, why not eat minced meat?
Yes, good people naturally don’t have to worry about what will happen if good people get weapons, but bad people will. They wish they had nuclear weapons, and they can go to the White House to ask Obama for money.

Thinking of this, Hill also let go, raised his wine glass and touched Ye Qingyang.

"call--"

A gust of cold wind rushed in, Ye Qingyang turned his head and saw that it was a family of three, a total of four people walked in.

The person who opened the door was a fat white man who looked only eight or nine years old.

(End of this chapter)