When Downey Wears a Tin Can [Comprehensive British and American]

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"It's the same old question from three years ago, Mr. Stark, do you think it's fair to define you as an arms dealer?"

"There is no fair or unfair argument, I don't think I'm an arms dealer, and I can't stop people from thinking that way."

"But you designed to sell weapons, in fact, Stark Enterprises made their fortunes by relying on arms."

"I don't deny this, but most of the money I earned from arms has been invested in the development of microelectronics nano research technology and therapeutic pumps, and I will invest all the remaining income in the research and development of clean energy in the future."

"We talked about this three years ago, Mr. Stark. You think they could use your—"

"Then my bombs won't go to New York either. Actually all the hospitals in New York State have been using all kinds of therapy pumps for two years, but no one knows I invented them because you think I can only make bombs. And One thing is very unclear to me, Mr. Piringer."

"Does it mean that as long as I don't express my opinion, you will always believe that the flames of war were started by Tony Stark?"

Piringer paused.

He interviewed Tony Stark three years ago, and he had to admit that he was an absolutely smart person. At the age of 16, he invented the shower bomb that is still used to deploy defenses on national borders. Tucker Sentinel, at the age of 19, locked himself in a private garage for a whole year because of the news of his parents' death. When he reappeared in front of the media, people knew that he had been shutting down microelectronics technology alone in the past year. developed to the nanoscale.

Each item alone can make people amazing,

So why did a genius later become an arms dealer who was condemned by the people?

When the first person caught Tony Stark’s life, he won’t see the fate of these little people who are struggling with their lives, and by smearing him, he got a lot of support from the war zone, and the sales of the newspaper that day exceeded the total sales of last year——

That's how it all started.

After that, similar remarks gradually increased. They were like righteous people who had the courage to resist the No. [-] arms dealer in New York.

At the beginning, they may have been somewhat nervous, but with the acquiescence of the government, politicians from other countries, and even the secret support and promotion of the directors of Stark Corporation, they gradually became bolder, and when Tony Stark recovered When it came, public opinion had already exploded in a blowout.

And his choice is still silent.

He silently fought against the overwhelming public opinion with a straight back until he suppressed himself into a lunatic.

Piringer took it for granted that Tony Stark's increasingly violent behavior in recent months might have something to do with their intensified smear speech, but would they feel guilty?

probably.

But how much is guilt worth?

This is a money society, and conscience is worthless if it doesn't feed you.

So Piringer came here with the mentality of winning. Just like Downey analyzed before, in any case, this interview will do him no harm.

Until the man sitting on the other side of the sofa, with an elegant posture as if showing his baby, slowly laid out the documents for public welfare and charity.

He even designed the placement angle just right, just like a person who is used to the camera, he can just make the big characters of "Tony Stark" on all the documents clearly fit into the screen.

"I'm sorry that I didn't discuss this link with you in advance, because I also thought of it on the spur of the moment."

After laying out those documents, Downey stretched his suit jacket in front of Piringer who hadn't recovered from his senses, without giving him any time to react: "I didn't want to take out these things, after all, my patent and There are too many honorary certificates, everyone knows that Tony Stark is a genius, so I don't need to show off to the outside world, but the premise is-I mean."

"Is your report on me too one-sided?"

Downey hooked his fingers at the camera, and the two cameramen next to him were taken aback for a moment. One of them subconsciously glanced at Piringer, and then swallowed after the richest man in New York on the sofa gave an impatient "tsk" , ignoring the director's gaze, picked up one of the cameras and approached.

"That's why I like to work with smart people." Downey patted the photographer's arm, and the cameraman immediately showed a shy smile, and then Downey snapped his fingers to attract the camera's attention and then pointed to Those certificates on the table, "Half of the patent fees for the shower bomb and the Stark sentry were donated to the disaster-stricken area, and the medal of honor for the free donation of the hemostatic pump to the backward country, and - oh, and the certificate of the Esperanto test, Is it unbelievable? The richest man in New York is even proficient in Esperanto. Of course, I accidentally took the wrong book. I was going to get a certificate of honor issued to me by the chief of a tribe in Africa."

Following Downey's words, the camera screen clearly captured the certificates issued by those backward countries with small languages, including East Timor and Tuvalu.

After Downey finished speaking, he looked at Piringer again: "The chief of that tribe didn't even have more money to buy a cover for a certificate of honor, so his certificate was engraved on the bark of a palm tree, but you may not Too clear, after all, you wouldn't go out and interview a tribal chief that no one cares about."

"correct."

"Did you all think that the tank firewalls and those multimedia equipment donated to those schools were Obadiah's idea? Then let me say one more thing, it was actually my decision. Come on, you think like Obadiah Ya, they care if a school's firewall works? Don't be kidding."

Downey smiled and said, "They're all as busy making money as you are, Mr. Piringer."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyes: "Of course, me too."

Unexpected answers and reactions completely disrupted the rhythm of the interview. With Piringer's smile still maintained, his eyes have begun to wander.

He smirked and finally seized the opportunity to ask while Downey paused: "If you hadn't produced those, you wouldn't have had the opportunity to donate to them. You really would have taken the opportunity to manage your own image."

Will Tony Stark take the opportunity to manage his image?

Don't be kidding, Downey would rather believe that the President of the United States will actually pick up trash than this.

"I don't want to say it again, Mr. Piringer." Downey threw the Esperanto test certificate back on the coffee table, and his voice was not heavy but clear enough to reach everyone's ears, "Start a war Is it me, Tony Stark, or the U.S. government?"

"If I wasn't the richest man in New York, would you still hold me like this?"

"In Gotham, those criminals dared to rob the bank with a fruit knife. Do you want to say that the bank robbers were not robbers, but the people who made fruit knives?"

The deep voice is full of fatal attraction and persuasion, and the intonation is resonant: "No."

"Because a mugger and a fruit knife isn't going to get even one more hit on your documentary, Mr. Piringer."

"You accused me of making arms, I don't refute, and I don't want to explain to you, because you have automatically ignored all my explanations three years ago, so I really want to ask you a question, before I donate to the disaster-stricken areas, help the poor What did you do when the small-speaking country in China completed its reconstruction and created a world-renowned achievement in microelectronics with funds from arms?"

"Sold his ex-wife's house and nearly went to court, drank, took drugs, and nearly slept on the belly of a gypsy dancer?"

Donnie pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a smirk: "Sorry, forgive me for being a bit rude, because these are the original words I got after investigating you in advance, I mean."

He leaned back, resting his elbows on the armrest of the sofa, his palms outstretched and his fingers touching, while facing the camera.

It's hard to sit on the ordinary black leather sofa like a throne.

"What right do you have to accuse me?"

Cold sweat began to seep from Piringer's forehead.

He had nothing to say, and even began to have an absurd illusion that what he was facing was not Tony Stark, but an insider who was so comprehensive and flawless.

—He is more sophisticated than before.

So sophisticated.

The answers are fluent, and the water is tight, and even find the opportunity to lead the topic to him.

Piringer suddenly realized one thing, maybe it wasn't that Tony Stark had changed, but that the other party had figured it out, so he had to face a fact, that is.

The arrogant media will touch the bottom line of the richest man in New York one day.

He didn't do this before because he didn't bother to care about them. The irritability he showed might just be a way for him to vent his pressure, but when he figured everything out and calmed down——

As a genius with a high IQ, he can run over anyone with just a flick of his finger.

In this confrontation without gunpowder, the smile on Piringer's face finally couldn't hold back.

He had to skip over the dozen or so step-by-step questions in the middle, and began to cut directly into the topic, trying to get back to the point: "Those have nothing to do with today's interview, Mr. Stark, so the last question."

Piringer wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and maintained his froze smile: "How many of your past inventions gave you the inspiration to create 'Iron Man'?"

The restarted interview broke up the topic just now, and the atmosphere was finally no longer unilaterally aggressive.

Downey said with a relaxed expression, "All of them."

Piringer: "So you think steel armor is a military weapon?"

Downey rolled his eyelids: "I don't think so."

Piringer: "But he is armed, he has mass destruction, he can destroy a country, and he is not even under the control of the government. It is not so much that he is used in peacekeeping operations, some people say he is more suitable for being used. What do you think of it as the sharp edge you use to consolidate your position?"

Downey glanced down at the watch on his wrist, it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

The interview went on longer than he had imagined, and he was finally starting to get a little impatient.

He's still rushing back to paint his Mark 11.

So he raised his head again and said with a smile: "If I really want to use those armors for my own profit, who do you think will be the first to aim the beam of light in my palm?"

Piringer froze for a moment.

Donnie stood up from the sofa and buttoned his suit with one hand.

"Weapons are only endowed with lethal power when people are motivated."

"I can save people, so my armor can save people. What does safety represent? Safety represents the future."

Downey passed in front of the camera, stretched out two fingers, pressed his lips and blew a kiss to the camera, then shook off the lavender glasses pinned to his chest, put them on the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile.

"Iron Man is the future."

After speaking, he and his bodyguard turned and left the office directly.

After that, Ms. Lenny, who was approaching retirement age with a kind face, finally dawdled with the cup of brewed coffee, which should have been on the table before the interview started, and walked to Piringer, but was caught on the radio halfway. The circuit of the machine tripped, and most of the freshly brewed coffee spilled on Piringer.

Pillinger was so burned that he immediately stood up from the sofa, patted his coffee-soaked shirt in embarrassment, while Ms. Rennie stood watching and pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of her nose: "I'm so sorry, Pillinger Mr. Ge, people often can't see things clearly when they are old, it's too bad, there is a dressing room downstairs, let me take you to change a set of clothes?"

Piringer looked at Ms. Rennie, who was full of guilt and couldn't find a single fault.

His complexion turned pale.

In the Stark International elevator.

Happy pressed the elevator door and waited for Downey to walk in before entering the elevator.

The tall bodyguard flushed with excitement.

Happy has been looking forward to this moment for three years since the media publicly published the first discrediting remarks against Tony Stark.

Probably the only one in the world who watched Tony Stark change from arrogant and calm to the paranoid and irritable Harpy couldn't help stretching out his hand, and clapped vigorously in the space where there were only two people.

"You look so handsome today, boss."

Downey raised his eyebrows, reached out and pressed the elevator floor number.

"Correct, it's every day."