The Roots of Manga

Chapter Eighteen The Proud Man

In the upper class, there is never a lack of banquets.

Connect with each other and use this to achieve cooperation on interests.

Luxurious and luxurious ornaments are decorated in the vast hall, and exquisite food is placed on the long tables. Hot beauties and handsome waiters shuttle among the high-ranking people, serving them with various wines. The soft music played, and all kinds of lights flickered in all directions.

The well-known great writers were exchanging ideas, and Mo Gaosang, a yuppie old man full of energy, was the protagonist of the whole banquet.

Celebrities of all kinds would come forward to chat with him.

And Nuo He, although famous enough to be called a great writer, just slipped around to eat and drink because of his age, and slipped away perfectly in advance to avoid all the people who wanted to talk to him.

As for the hard-working Luo Wen, he carried out these entertainments on his behalf, and could only look away occasionally, watching him eating lobster steak and drinking fruit juice.

Ignoring Rowan's resentment breaking through the sky, Nohe picked and picked around, picking a steak here, an orange there, and occasionally a lobster to eat.

Although he looks very leisurely, his eyes are always looking around. Those people who have been infected by the darkness are already lurking here, but they just haven't acted for some purpose.

"Hey kid, this is wine."

A hand stopped Nohe's hand from sneaking towards the wine glass, Nohe looked at the nosy moustache and raised his eyebrows.

"Mr. Stark, I thought you'd be looking for a girl for tonight, instead of stopping a child's curiosity."

"Actually, I planned to do the same, but until I saw a very dishonest little cat yearning for the adult world." Tony Stark shrugged, took the wine glass in one hand, took a sip, and said to Nohe : "Son, go drink something else, the strawberry juice there is very suitable for you."

"Actually, I prefer orange-flavored ones, like the one in your hand."

"Well, I think so too, this glass of orange fizz is really good." Tony Stark nodded with a face of agreement, and slapped Nohe's hand that stretched out for the wine by the way, "You should be in contact with it when you are a few years older." Well, I mean well. Where are your parents? Oh, my God, they're pretty irresponsible."

Nuohe straightened his sleeves, looking for something that could hit someone.

However, he gave up this tempting idea in the end, and sighed: "Mr. Stark, you are really idle. However, it is surprising that you are not as bastard as I heard."

"Actually, I thought you would ask me for an autograph when you saw me. I see a lot of crazy boys your age. Are you suppressing your surging heart? Believe me, child, suppressed people don't Girls like it, they like bad boys."

Tony Stark said in a tone that sounded narcissistic.

"...actually, I'm quite popular."

"I think so too. After all, you look like a bad boy." Tony Stark immediately responded, and then said: "So, you suppress yourself so much because you see the idol you especially admire, right? I understand your child , though I have never been in such a mood. But young boys are like that, and I am a very nice fellow."

This steel beast is really long-winded.

"Let's just think you're complimenting my appearance, Mr. Stark, so why are you looking for me?" Nohe rolled his eyes, gave up his obedient way of speaking, and leaned lightly on the table next to him, alone Putting his hands in his pockets, he asked, "I don't remember any interaction between me and you."

He saw Tony Stark coming straight to him, but he didn't care.

After all, he is just a famous and talented writer. Is this identity different from normal people for Tony Stark?

"...well, boy. I read one of your idea essays once,

What's inside is interesting. I think you are a genius, well, although not as good as me, you are good enough. "

Tony Stark's duplicity made Nohe very helpless. Hearing him yelling boy by boy, he couldn't help but said, "My name is Nohe Egal, Mr. Stark."

"Well, actually, I'm old enough to be your father."

Can you tell me how you lived to such an age, I think I can set up a subject.

Noah narrowed his eyes and said with a kind smile: "So, do you want to say how old you are? Actually, Mr. Stark, if you have a problem with something, you can go to a detective to find out if you have been intimate with you." The women you come into contact with, maybe you can enjoy the joy of being a parent.”

Tony choked, but he didn't fight back, the fact that he had something to ask of the boy in front of him, so he held back.

There are already some problems in his body, he knows that if he doesn't do anything, his life will be terminated soon, so he wants to do something, when he finds that there is no good way in his hands, he asks Jarvis also helped him find it on the Internet.

During this process, he found an article published in a scientific research journal, which contained a very creative idea, that is, to use a certain compound to react with metal elements and make it harmless in the human body, which can solve the problem of large-scale problems. Some metal poisoning.

After he found this article, he immediately analyzed the synthesis data of the compounds mentioned in the article, but he was unable to complete it due to the lack of core formulas.

But based on his own knowledge and experience, Tony should theoretically be able to work on his palladium poisoning.

However, he has never made up his mind to find this publisher, especially knowing that this article was only published by an eleven-year-old boy a year ago, so the boy was only ten years old at that time. If he went to find him, wouldn't it prove that he was no match for a ten-year-old child?

It wasn't until he knew the child and had a banquet with him that he decided to go find him.

If Noah knew Tony's thoughts, Noah would probably grab his arm and throw him over the shoulder. Who do you look down on?

As if who is not a genius, he was known as the brain of China in his previous life, and no other country would want to assassinate him. It took a period of time to research that formula, plus some coincidences.

In fact, there is no need for if, Noah has roughly guessed Tony's thoughts now, it seems that Iron Man's sense of crisis is more than he imagined, and his palladium poisoning should be very slight now.

"Actually, we should have a good chat, Mr. Stark, I probably guess why you are looking for me."

Noah's narrowed eyes showed a slit.

Tony's face was a little ugly.

...

In another corner of the banquet hall, a handsome Germanic young man took a sip of red wine, his pupils were filled with darkness.