After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Gotham City, Wayne Corporation headquarters.

Today is a rare good weather in Gotham City, the entrenched cloud cleared, the sun poured from the sky, and shone on the employees rushing to and fro inside the glass curtain wall of Wayne Building.The Wayne Group was as busy as ever, and the partners from New York were carefully received by the person in charge arranged by the company. The senior executives went to the meeting room while chatting quietly, and soon began to look forward to the increasingly prosperous future of the Wayne Group with a smile.

"...Mr. Wayne, I have already taken care of most of the company's affairs for you, but this by no means means that I can handle everything for you. After all, you are the real owner of the company. There are always things that require your personal presence—"

"Okay, Lucius," Bruce Wayne patted his loyal friend on the shoulder with his usual indifference, "I'd be happy to leave everything to you if I could. We both know , Wayne Corporation is definitely developing better in your hands than in my hands." He seemed not used to his serious attire today, he pulled his dark purple tie uncomfortably, unbuttoned his dark gray suit and finally The button on the top, "God bless, you know me. I am impatient to deal with these messy matters all day. If there is such a meeting next time, I will of course authorize you to handle it."

A bit of helplessness gradually appeared on Lucius Fox's face, but he also knew that now was not the time to say something, so he could only stop talking and left Bruce Wayne's chairman's office.

This office, which occupies an entire floor of the Wayne Building, is usually just waiting lonely for its owner. Bruce Wayne will stay here for half a day or a whole day only occasionally in a year when he has to.

Today is undoubtedly such a moment.

After sending Lucius Fox away, Bruce Wayne seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He turned around slowly, and walked towards the desk while saying: "...the days of the chairman are not as good as before. It's easy, isn't it?"

Behind the desk, the black leather adjustable office chair with its back facing Bruce slowly turned around. The man wearing brown sunglasses rested his arms on the armrests, his fingertips fell together in a tower shape, and raised his eyebrows inexplicably. Said: "Come on, Bruce, I didn't sleep in the company's important business meeting like you did."

"Is it better to openly close the Stark Industries Armed Department than to sleep in the meeting?" Bruce asked, "The whole circle knows that the stock of Stark Industries has plummeted since then-you have to think about it anyway." How about the feelings of the poor stockholders?"

"But you can't deny it," the person who came—Tony Stark took off his sunglasses, and said quite proudly, "I made the stock of Stark Industries rise steadily in no time. Comeon! I don't know what's so good about it Worrying, I mean, I'm Tony Stark! With me here, will the company go bankrupt?"

"However," Bruce said, "now you're not fully committed to the company, are you? The famous Mr. Iron Man?" He sat on the sofa beside him, looking at Tony Stark with great interest, I don't mind Tony's behavior of sitting in his place instead, "...I haven't had such close contact with a superhero before."

Tony felt a little embarrassed: "Damn it! I knew I should have come here today in my armor. Bruce Wayne's praise is not often available."

Bruce smiled: "There will be opportunities in the future... You should be proud this time? Tony, you are better than me now." He shook his head and said unwillingly, "After all, I don't have the blessing of a superhero."

"Seriously?" Tony raised his eyebrows, "Come on—that's all a gimmick created by the media, do you really want to PK with me for one, two, three, four, five, six, seven?"

Before Wayne showed a moved expression.He changed the subject, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "...but this time I did beat you—after all, no one can resist the charm of Iron Man."

Bruce: "..." As expected of you, Tony.

"Well," he shook his head, "I'll probably never be able to match you in this. I'd rather not be a superhero, after all."

"However, did you come to Gotham on purpose today just to show me the style of Iron Man?"

"Of course—" Tony drawled, "—no. Am I such an arrogant person?"

He categorically denied it, then looked away uncomfortably, put on the pair of sunglasses on the table again, cleared his throat and said: "... I was kidnapped before, I heard that you helped Stark The industry is quite busy." He hugged his arms and pursed his lower lip.

——This is what Xiaojiao told him. To be honest, he was really surprised.Although he and Bruce had known each other since they were very young, their relationship had faded a lot since Bruce "disappeared" as an adult, and they were located in two different cities. He thought he had lost this friend.But I didn't expect that after his accident, the Wayne Group not only continued to help Stark Industries in business, but also cooperated with Pep to put pressure on the government and provide a lot of rescue needs...

Bruce Wayne was a little surprised: "Are you here... to express your thanks? But how long has passed, and I haven't been of much help, you know, I don't care much about the Wayne Group, I leave it to Lucius took care of it."

"Come on." Tony's jaw tightened. "Don't I know what's going on? Anyway—if you need anything, you know my number."

Bruce Wayne smiled, he had already felt Tony's embarrassment-indeed, thanking him was not in his field of expertise, so he thoughtfully let him go: "If there is a need, of course I will."

"That's good." Tony said while looking critically at the office, "...But, it's not me who said that the design style of the Wayne Group is indeed a bit too old-fashioned. When I first came in, I thought it was the last The office style of the century—only this chair is anything but."

"That's why you sat in the office chair when you arrived?" Bruce asked.

"What? So stingy?" It was the usual provocative tone again. As soon as the words came out, he felt a little regretful, so he pushed his sunglasses, stood up, took something out of his suit pocket, and threw it at Bruce, "...here .”

Bruce raised his hand to catch this type of object: "...what is this?"

He casually asked, "... Compensation?"

Bruce: "...Tony."

"Okay," he shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant, "it's just a gadget I made casually. If you encounter unexpected situations, such as extreme sports and broken legs, it can automatically detect and Eject - keep you safe."

——He definitely made this thing after checking the news about Bruce Wayne.Bruce's mood was inevitably a little complicated. He was a little moved and a little embarrassed - after all, the news about injuries caused by accidents in extreme sports was all fake news he released to cover up the battle injuries.

Perhaps his expression was too obvious, causing Tony to have a little misunderstanding, he pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to him pretending to be nonchalant: "——If you don't need..."

"Of course not." He immediately put it away and stuffed it into his pocket. "I just... don't know how to express my feelings. Thank you, Tony."

Tony coughed and emphasized: "I didn't make it for you specially, this is just a new experimental product from Stark Corporation."

He himself felt that this was unbelievable, so he simply bypassed Bruce, walked to the French windows, and pretended to look at the scenery: "If you want me to say, the only saving grace of your office is the large glass floor-to-ceiling windows, which are very suitable for—— huh? What's going on next?"

Bruce looked at him, "What?"

"Wait a minute," Tony said without turning his head, staring at the tall building, "J? Help me zoom in on the current scene—wow."

He was silent for a while, then suddenly turned his head and looked at Bruce Wayne seriously, "Do you like roses?"

"Rose?" Bruce repeated. "Fortunately, I don't have a particular preference for flowers—what's wrong?"

"Well," Tony put one hand in his pocket, pretending to be relaxed, "...just a casual question, just in case, do you like the rose float?"

Bruce: "...?"

He carefully observed Tony's expression, stood up and walked towards him: "Why do you ask such a strange question?"

He stood beside Tony, looking down at his line of sight as well, he took a breath, his pupils shrank slightly: "...Whatthehell...?"

Tony couldn't help laughing until his whole body trembled: "As you can see, the rose float."

That is indeed a rose float, although it is not the kind of float that people usually refer to, but literally, a car full of roses, a total of six cars: thousands of roses on each car are gathered into different forms. Words, from upstairs, just read the complete sentence: "COULDYOUBEMYBOYFRIEND, BRUCE"

Bruce: "..."

"A bold suitor, huh?" Tony patted him on the shoulder, and couldn't help laughing anymore, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

The corner of Bruce's mouth twitched slightly, and he had a candidate in his mind. He took out his mobile phone, and sure enough, there was an unread message on it, from Hilda Walker:

[Look downstairs! I'm coming! 】

—Okay, he consoled himself with a blank face, be optimistic, Bruce, anyway, now you know what she's going to do.