Chapter 40

Are you okay?

Tony wanted to scold, but after seeing the blood on the other party, he closed his mouth wisely.

"These people... were all done by you?" He endured the urge to vomit and looked at the handsome black-haired boy, his eyes full of disbelief.

"I heard in a nearby village that the Ten Rings Gang kidnapped a very rich tycoon. Looking at it, it should be you, right?" Alvin pretended not to know, rubbed his thumb and index finger, and revealed a kind smile: "Then now it's time to settle the account. I saved you, how much money do you plan to pay?"

"You saved me?"

Tony's rebellious psychology was suddenly provoked, and he shouted with his neck stuck: "Hey, kid, look clearly, I ran out by myself!"

Crack!

Just as his voice fell, the iron man's head was twisted off.

Alvin raised his hand, and the head of the Mark 1 armor fell into his hand. He weighed it a few times and said faintly: "Continue, and then?"

Tony, whose head was exposed, looked at the helmet that had been twisted off and was in Alvin's hand, and his eyelids jumped wildly.

After hesitating for half a second, he decisively changed his words: "That's right, if it weren't for you attracting the attention outside, we couldn't have run out so smoothly!"

Facts have proved that no matter how hard a person's mouth is, when life is threatened, they will compromise.

"Then, it's time to talk about the reward, Mr. Tycoon."

Alvin moved his index finger, threw the helmet over, and said with a smile: "Since you can be kidnapped by the Ten Rings Gang, you should be very rich, right?"

"Kid, remove the 'should', it's very, especially, extremely rich!"

Mentioning this, Tony revealed a proud expression, like a swan: "My money, you can't imagine how much there is!"

What to do, I really want to punch this guy who is pretending to be cool!

Alvin's mouth twitched, enduring the urge to punch him: "Fine, then give me one million, consider it the reward for saving you."

"What? One million?"

Tony widened his eyes.

"Too much?" Alvin was a bit surprised. It shouldn't be. With Tony's assets, isn't one million a drop in the bucket?

"No, it's too little, kid." Tony seemed to be insulted, shouting with a face full of anger: "Do you know who I am? A mere one million, how can it be worthy of me, Tony Stark? Add ten times, no, even one hundred times, it's not as expensive as one of my hairs!"

Sometimes, I really can't understand what's in the brains of these rich people... Alvin nodded along and said: "Fine, then as you wish, one hundred million US dollars."

"..."

This time, it was Tony's turn to be silent, his face twitching a few times: "I was using a metaphor, do you understand what a metaphor means?"

"Didn't you say that even one hundred times is not as expensive as one of your hairs?" Alvin loved to see rich people eat sh*t, putting on a surprised look: "It doesn't matter, I can understand, if you can't afford it, forget it, just give me one million."

"Can't afford it? Who are you saying can't afford it!"

Tony was so angry that his liver hurt, pointing at Alvin, his hands trembling: "Good, good, good, one hundred million is one hundred million, I don't care about this little money at all!"

Alvin figured it out. For Tony's type, you have to stroke his fur in reverse.

Tony Stark is a very smart person.

Playboy, billionaire, super genius, possessing countless titles, and in the Marvel universe, the most widely known is "Iron Man."

Hand-crafting an Arc Reactor in a cave alone, this point alone can lead the world by hundreds of years.

No wonder he could be called by Thanos... a person cursed by knowledge.

Oh, it's highly likely that he was also cursed by money. Like a certain golden flash next door, he doesn't have to worry about money for the rest of his life.

It's really enviable to the point of splitting!

"It's really good, I also want to be cursed by knowledge."

Alvin fantasized, but unfortunately, his math, physics, and chemistry were all failing, so he probably wouldn't have a chance in this life.

Of course, he didn't do this entirely for money, purely to find a suitable reason to approach Tony Stark.

Tony, who paid one hundred million US dollars for a boast, took a deep breath and skillfully put on a boss's posture: "Now, I've paid, I'm your employer, any questions?"

"No problem, one hundred million US dollars, you are my God."

Alvin shrugged indifferently, anyway, it was just talk.

"Very good, go find a car, and then take us out." Tony sat on the ground with a butt, sweating all over.

It can be seen that this model hand-crafted in the cave is not as light as later models, and the driver needs to consume a lot of physical strength when operating it.

Alvin stared at the person hiding behind and asked: "Excuse me, Mr. Very Rich Tycoon, who is this next to you?"

"His name is Yinsen, he is my... friend."

Tony hesitated for half a second, but still used friend as an introduction: "Why, any problem?"

"I have a small problem~" Alvin rubbed his index finger and thumb, smiling at Tony: "Need to add money!"

"Add! Damn, you are simply a devil!" Tony was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but had no choice: "I'll add money for you, ten million, take us all out, greedy kid!"

"I'm not a greedy kid, Mr. Rich Tycoon."

Alvin cleared his throat and introduced himself: "My name is Alvin Valerius, a merchant who is traveling."

"Hey, I gave you one hundred million, and you give me this stuff to eat?"

Tony stared at Alvin with a face full of resentment. Just now, to gnaw on this cake, he almost broke his front teeth.

"You have two choices, delicate Mr. Tycoon." Alvin didn't spoil him, pointed to the cactus outside the car: "Either you learn from a camel and gnaw on that thing, or eat this."

Looking at the cactus full of thorns, between a camel and a dry cake, Tony finally chose the latter: "Damn, this must be the most expensive cake in the world!"

This sentence is correct. A cake worth one hundred million US dollars, not to mention unprecedented, is at least unique.

Yinsen gnawed on the cake silently, looking like someone who was a bit socially phobic.

Only Tony was like a social terrorist, his mouth hadn't stopped since he got in the car.

Alvin's ears were buzzing from the noise, and he seriously doubted whether he had saved the wrong person?

"Alvin, how did you twist my helmet off?"

"Does your ability have any limitations?"

"Why don't you talk?"

Looking at Tony, who was chattering endlessly and could simply rival Deadpool, Alvin only felt his blood surging.

"Tony, if you don't shut up, I'll kick you out of the car!" Alvin couldn't take it anymore, gripped the steering wheel tightly, slammed on the brakes, and the veins on his forehead jumped: "I can swear to God, even if you give me another one hundred million, I will absolutely not compromise!"

The sudden emergency brake almost made Tony's head hit the windshield.

Looking at Alvin, who was on the verge of rage from being harassed, he didn't look worried at all, and directly raised two fingers: "I'll give you another two hundred million."

"Okay, what do you want to ask? Respected Mr. Tycoon."

Alvin's face changed instantly, gentle and kind.

Yinsen in the back seat widened his eyes, his face full of confusion. Is this the world of the rich?

Taking in Yinsen's expression, Tony revealed a satisfied look, and his desire to pretend to be cool reached its peak at this moment: "Remember, problems that can be solved with money are not problems in front of me, Tony Stark, dear Yinsen, Alvin."