Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

It's a bit embarrassing to talk about this issue in detail. After all, Winston is a 70-year-old man.

Look at the 70-year-old grandpas and aunts around. They are not accompanied by drugs every day, or they are lying on chairs basking in the sun and waiting to die.

Occasionally, there are two people who are in good health and can go out for two laps every day, which is considered rare.

It's not like him. The old cow eats young grass, one basketful at a time, which is outrageous.

Rucker seriously doubts, no, is very interested, whether his lovers know his real age.

Adhering to the learning spirit of asking if you don’t understand (the fire of gossip is burning), Lark turned around, leaned on the chair, and looked at Winston curiously:

"I'm curious whether they know you are a seventy-year-old man. Of course, you don't have to say it if you don't want to."

After saying this, he backed up a little, and at the same time grasped the brim of the sun hat. If the other side spit, he would be able to block the handsome face for the first time.

So what did he see?

Winston kept silent, and the corners of his mouth and eyebrows were raised to both sides at the same time, outlining an intriguing smile on his face.

Just when Lak thought he would tell himself the answer, the style of painting suddenly changed, it seemed to be showing off, and it seemed to be... showing off:

"Personal privacy, I won't tell you."

"...Tsk, who cares?"

As soon as the time turned to the afternoon, Winston answered a phone call and left in a hurry.

Came to the company by Stark No. , the beautiful secretary Ash stood on the roof and waited.

She was wearing a professional skirt and a white shirt on her upper body. She had an overly stalwart chest, and the buttons collapsed tightly as her steps kept beating.

A hip-wrapping skirt on the lower body, the round curve attracts people's infinite reverie:

"Chairman, the people from the anti-monopoly alliance are here again, and they are still the same as last time, planning to sue us in the name of monopoly."

Winston took the document casually, his eyes not staying on the beautiful secretary for a second longer.

People have self-knowledge.

He was able to become the most ordinary killer in the Continental Hotel back then. Apart from his online business ability, the most important thing was that he knew how to position himself.

The boss asked him to come to the Stark Group as the chairman of the board and manage trillions of assets, but it doesn't mean that everything can be done according to his own preferences.

For example, unspoken rules secretary, play office romance.

That was the tune played by the chairman, not his professional manager.

Even if the boss allowed it, he wouldn't do it.

Dancing on the edge of a fire pit, threatening to catch fire at any moment.

Winston glanced at the report and sneered: "Oh, what a bunch of vampires. How dare they open their mouths? They're fined 20 billion, and they're also asking for the release of the core code. The person in charge's head was kicked by a donkey."

Ash, the beautiful secretary, smiled and added: "Chairman, you haven't finished reading it yet. There are still some clauses that are more extreme. If the above is true, Stark Industries will have to change its name to Federal Industries."

"Are the people from the legal department here? Let them talk to these vampires. I'm a little tired. I'm going to the office to take a rest."

Winston grinned badly as he said this.

Stark Industries is the largest group in the world by market capitalization, and its legal department is undoubtedly top-notch.

Not to mention the legal department employees stationed in third countries, there are more than three teams in the Federation alone, with a total of 200 people.

In view of the rogue behavior of the antitrust department, a hundred people were stationed at the headquarters for a long time. In groups of ten, they took turns to go on stage to debate with them.

The requirements are not high. Each group will play and talk to the opponent for two hours, and then seamlessly connect to the next group.

Intermission?Just kidding, don't even think about going to the toilet,

Just stay in the office and stay with me.

If ten groups of employees have not finished walking, one should not leave the office.

After two visits in this way, people in the anti-monopoly department will suffer from a disease called depression madness when they hear things related to Stark Industries.

The main symptoms are a sudden buzzing in the head, a sky full of stars in front of the eyes, smoke coming from the throat, and body trembling. You must take a good rest to relieve the condition.

However, things seem a little off today.

Winston had just grabbed the golf club and was about to play two rounds of intense and exciting indoor golf when the office door rang.

"Dong dong dong dong."

"Enter."

After the beautiful secretary Ash came in, she greeted Winston anxiously, and walked towards the window:

"Chairman, something happened unexpectedly, and many people came from the anti-monopoly department."

"Shua! Look!"

The shutters were opened, and one could see four buses parked downstairs of the company, densely packed into a pile of black spots.

The floors are higher.

"Chairman, what should I do now?"

Ash's tone was a little flustered. She had never seen any non-law enforcement department mobilize so many people to deal with a certain company.

A rough scan, at least hundreds of people.

Winston glanced down. The excellent eyesight brought by the power of the dragon allowed him to clearly see the black spots below. He was in a suit and tie, and he was carrying a briefcase in his hand.

The leader took out his ID card, and there were a few large characters of the anti-monopoly department written on it.

He subconsciously thought that it was Vice President Raiden, or Killian was behind the scenes, after all, his men almost killed him a few days ago.

But after thinking about it, it was wrong. They should be very clear that it is tantamount to fantasy to bring down Stark Industries with just one anti-monopoly department.

Then who could be behind it?

interesting.

Winston thought as he put his club on the ground with both hands.

After finishing the incident, I noticed the flustered expression of the assistant on the opposite side, and comforted me: "Why panic, this is not gang fight, the side with more people wins; don't forget whose group this is, the boss will not let their plan succeed."

"Yes, this is Stark's company, and the boss will not let them succeed."

The two simple sentences reminded the secretary of the identity of the boss and Lark's glorious record of bringing the company back to its peak with three moves.

Restore the pride of being the secretary of the chairman of Stark Industries again.

"Then I'll go out and transfer the lawyer team from the branch, and see which side has the most people." She smiled slightly, and there was an emotion called schadenfreude in her eyes.

"Okay, let's go."

"Da da da da..."

The secretary twisted her sexy waist and left, and closed the door behind her.

"boom."

Winston stood in front of the window for a while, returned to his seat and sat down, speaking to the deserted room:

"Jarvis, send the information of everyone below to Haytham, and ask him to check what's going on; in addition, call out Raiden's schedule for the next few days."

The ceiling emits rays and forms a virtual screen. Avatars flash past quickly, and classic electronic sounds sound in the room:

"Received, we are collecting avatars, packed and sent; Vice President Layden's recent itinerary has been sorted out, and it's all here."

The screen flashed and switched to a table on which Raiden's schedule since the villa was attacked was listed.

What to eat, who to meet, what TV shows to watch.

Winston turned off the projector after looking at it twice. It was full of trivialities in life, and he couldn't see anything, so he had to rely on the hotel's information system.

On the other side, when Haitham received the news, he immediately assigned a task, and the people below screamed and took action immediately.

God knows that since the auction was closed, they have been training all day long, and their bodies are almost exhausted.

Suddenly hearing that there was a mission, everyone was extremely excited.

Lark heard the movement, turned over and continued to bask in the sun.

Small problems, Winston and the others will solve them, and if they can't solve them, they will make their debut again.

The people from the antitrust department gathered at the door, and people from Stark's legal department went in in groups of ten.

The arrogant momentum made the guard stunned for a moment, thinking where did this fool come from? He was in for another good show.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!" X8

Ten elevators stopped on the thirty-third floor at the same time, the silver-white metal doors opened, and a group of people came out.

Just standing still, facing the office area behind the floor-to-ceiling glass, there are also a lot of people in the dark.

All in suits and leather shoes, holding a thick file in their hands.

The enemy was extremely jealous when they met, and the anti-monopoly department rushed forward with a roar, and pulled it out of the briefcase with a backhand...

The ID is pinned to the chest.

Last time, one of their colleagues was caught because he forgot to bring his ID. He complained and packed up and left.

"Click."

The glass door was opened, and the three people standing in front of the two sides took a few steps forward and stood facing each other.

The leader of Stark's legal department is a middle-aged man in his forties with a friendly face. He tilted his head and glanced in the direction of the elevator and said with a smile:

"Hey, there are quite a lot of people. I hope you all bought insurance, otherwise the hospital will get rich today."

The leader of the anti-monopoly department is not intimidated, and Mediterranean fully proves his position in the department:

"Heh, don't be too happy too early. If you can't hold on anymore, let me know in advance. Our department still has plenty of funds."

Two strange words filled the atmosphere. After saying these words, Mediterranean shook hands symbolically, turned around and walked straight into the extra large conference room next to him.

When passing by the office area, I don't know which employee whispered, "We are Stark, and we are not short of money."

This sentence seemed to poke a painful point in the Mediterranean Sea, and he rushed into the meeting room faster.

The anti-monopoly employees in the corridor followed and sat down in the office area.

Not to mention, the confrontation between the two hundred people felt like gangsters were preparing to fight.

On the same spot, a middle-aged man with a friendly face exchanged a few words with his assistant, and then led a few people into the conference room.

After a few seconds of silence, the blinds of the conference room vibrated against the windows, and everyone turned their heads to look, when a roar suddenly sounded, making everyone's hearts tremble.

"Old Fake Squid, where is the monopoly of our group, you can sort it out for me one by one, otherwise I will let you lie down and go out today."

"Shet, Stark accounts for 99% of the smartphone market share. This is not a monopoly,"

"Old guy, your brain is trapped by the door, isn't it % left, open your eyes and see clearly."

"Fake squid, you are an old guy, your whole family is an old guy, be careful and I will sue you."

"Go and file a lawsuit. Hurry up and file a lawsuit. Facing you little trash every day is not a challenge at all."

"Xie Te, you dare to call me a little trash, today I will let you see how powerful a boxing champion is... bang... when..."

"Director, stop, we are here to discuss the case."

"Director, stop quickly, you can't fight...don't fight anymore."

"Bang bang... bang... when..."

"Bang!"

The door opened, and the middle-aged man with a kind face had lost his coat. The buttons of his white shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his eight-pack abs and a pair of large chest muscles. His bulging sleeves were almost bursting.

"hiss……"

There was a sound of gasping for air.

This figure is too foul.

Are you sure it wasn't pulled from the boxing gym next door to make up the number?

The middle-aged man with a kind face buttoned up his sleeves and put on his coat elegantly. The contrast between the two was extremely impactful.

He glanced down with disdain, then nodded at the same time, and left gracefully: "I'm leaving, I'll leave the rest to you."

"Leave it to us, Minister."

The sound of footsteps disappeared from my ears, and people from the antitrust department raised their heads and looked at the conference room.

"Guess who wins."

"That goes without saying, of course...our supervisor."

"...That's right, that's right. The supervisor is a man with full-scale abs. He can easily defeat a mere eight-pack."

"Shut up, the supervisor is here."

The crowd fell silent.

Their supervisor, that is, Hai Hai stood at the door, his face was not red or panting, and his face was normal.

His hair was untouched, his glasses were intact, and his coat was flat without a wrinkle.

Same as when you went in.

"This……"

Everyone was shocked: No, no, the supervisor won't really win.

Feeling the strange gaze from below, Mediterranean Sea helped his waist and shouted: "Joke, I'm very brave, okay, if it wasn't for that guy running fast, ICU would have to have an extra bed today."

"Yeah, the supervisor is amazing."

"Supervisor Cowhide."

"Okay, okay, I'll leave first, and I'll leave it to you later."

Mediterranean waved his hands modestly, and walked out with his waist supported.

Everyone sent Ying... Ying... Yingguai away with reverent eyes.

I saw that the clothes on Mediterranean's back were torn into pieces and hung one by one on his body. His skin was bruised and bruised, and the same was true for his pants. Fortunately, his underwear was not exposed.

The amazing thing is that the clothes are so broken that it is completely invisible from the front.

"Puff, hahahahaha..."

"Haha... I laughed to death..."

"No... I didn't expect... The supervisor is quite humorous, haha..."

The office area burst into laughter, and the Mediterranean Sea outside heard the laughter and walked faster.

"Damn #￥%*, you just wait for me, don't you just have eight pack abs, I can do it too."

The hilarious ending ended with the two sides officially engaging in a confrontation over whether the Stark Group constituted a monopoly.

The people in the antitrust department are very well prepared this time, at least there are enough people.

When you are tired or tired, change people.

When a country's top-ranked organization launches its full strength, its strength cannot be underestimated.

As time goes by, people in Stark's legal department continue to be defeated.

The middle-aged man with a friendly face left and came back, making plans and directing the overall situation outside.

On the other side, Haitham kept searching for news, summarizing and analyzing it.

However, before he could get the answer, all the major TV stations, like cats that smelled the fishy smell, blocked the door of the company and launched their guns and flashlights.

"Hello, dear viewers, this is the BBC TV station. At three o'clock this afternoon, the International Anti-Monopoly Alliance dispatched hundreds of employees to Stark Industries to investigate the suspected monopoly of Stark smartphones..."

"Hi everyone, this is Fox TV..."

"An urgent news break... New York Daily News..."

Just when the major media communicated with the security to go in for interviews, and when Que was rejected, a white van parked at the door, and a reporter rushed in with a microphone.