Natasha obviously couldn't make a decision in this kind of thing, because no one knew what irrational things Dior would do in this operation, and how many people would die in the entire S.H.E.L.D., and how much losses they suffered, all these consequences were unpredictable.

After the contact was interrupted, Dior was no longer in the mood to do anything else.

Jessica didn't know what happened to him in just a few minutes, but she only knew that his mood had obviously worsened after "stammering".

............

On Monday, Dior's restaurant welcomed an unwelcome guest again.

But this time Will seemed a little bit attentive, thinking that the fact that he pretended to be someone's cousin was exposed, and the person involved came to the door. While no one noticed him, he hurriedly hid in the room quietly.

But obviously, compared to his own life, Tony doesn't have the time to pay attention to this little thing, or even if he knows it, he will pretend not to know for the time being.

It is worth mentioning that although Pepper got angry that day and directly smashed Tony's car and left, today the two seemed to be reconciled and appeared at the same time. Maybe he was afraid that Tony would have the opposite effect when he came alone.

"I remember the guests who made an appointment to eat at this time seemed to be Mr. Ronan and his wife?"

"I'm sorry, just now I have acquired the game company of Mr. Ronan you mentioned. Out of thanks, he transferred the appointment to me." Tony was obviously very satisfied with his approach. What could be settled with money? He wouldn't give Dior the chance to ridicule him again, and he would never!

"It's true that the rich people do it, so I feel relieved."

"Don't worry?"

"Don't worry you won't worry about lacking treatment costs in a short period of time."

Tony curled his lips, remembering Pepper's previous advice to him and not talking nonsense, but obviously he had a hard time controlling himself.

"Start quickly, I have a private date later. Oh, by the way, I have an expo to attend in the evening, right in Flushing, are you going? I will ask Pepper to prepare tickets for you so that you can stand in the crowd and admire my heroic posture from the sky."

"Tony, do you remember what I told you?"

Pepper, who had difficulty keeping his smile, gritted his teeth and whispered to him.

"OK, OK... a cup of vegetable juice, add less celery, thank you." Tony pursed his lips, spread his hands, and finally stopped talking.

"What a bad 'talk show', Pepper, please put a zipper on his mouth next time you bring him here, so that it will make it easier for us to communicate, otherwise I will be unable to help throwing him out one day."

Dior reached a conclusion without hesitation, then turned around and entered the kitchen.

"Hey, look, what is his attitude, I guarantee that everyone who has been here will complain about his service attitude."

"Enough, Tony. You should really change your odor. Dior is trying to cure you. You should be grateful, not slandering him behind your back."

"But this is just a deal, isn't it? I paid, and he was responsible for curing me. Although the environment was a little weird, it was no different from the 'hospital'." Tony continued to speak stubbornly.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you still think money can be exchanged for everything. Do you know how much energy and effort I spent to convince Dior? Do you really think he didn't drive you out for money? You disappointed me too much, Tony." Pepper looked at Tony with an incredible expression as he said this.

Tony opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but after seeing Pepper's very disappointed eyes, he decisively chose to remain silent.

Well, he admitted that money is indeed not omnipotent, and when he found all the ways that could not stop the God of Death from moving forward, he was indeed a little desperate.

At that time, everything he had, fame, status, power, connections, and money he had in his lifetime, all lost its effect.

If Pepper hadn't abandoned him and had always been by his side, perhaps he had already begun to give up on himself.

Compared with life and the pride that Pepper did for him, the little jealousy in his heart was not worth mentioning at all.

"You are right, I..."

Just as Tony spoke, Dior walked out with a glass of his unique secret recipe. After drinking it, he could turn greener than the Hulk.

"Didn't it mean that vegetable juice is useless? And why is this color so weird? Are you sure I won't die faster if I drink it?"

Well, Tony is Tony, and the problem of foul mouth is probably not going to be changed in this life.

Seeing Tony's constipated expression, Dior didn't say much nonsense, "If you don't drink, go, no one will force you."

When did Tony get this kind of anger? But he had nowhere to get angry. He could only pinch his nose with extreme disgust and prepare to pour it into his mouth. No matter how hard it is, it is impossible to drink more difficult than what Jarvis uses his mechanical arm these days.

But just as he finally got the courage to drink it all, Dior suddenly interrupted him.

"I haven't paid any money yet. Chenghui has a million dollars. If you don't have the money, please go out and turn left."

Dior's intentional revenge made Tony glar at his eyes, "Just this cup of green stuff, it costs one million? Didn't it only cost one hundred thousand last time?"

"Yes, the last time it was 100,000 yuan. Didn't you drink it? This time the price has increased, one million yuan per cup, don't you like to drink it."

Last time he said that Tony would not be a 100,000 cup for another cup, but a 1 million cup for another cup.

A real man keeps his word, and if he says he kills people, he will kill people, and if he says he sells one million cups, he will sell one million cups. If he doesn’t want to drink, you can leave. It’s just this bad temper!

"No problem, is the check OK?"

Tony was so angry that Wu FXXK said that fortunately Pepper was present to relieve him, otherwise it would be another bad thing today.

Compared with Tony's life, one million is nothing. Pepper is very open-minded. Before, Stark Industry made money that it could not spend in dozens of lives by selling arms. The profits brought by a few large orders from the Department of Defense alone were around billions of dollars.

Now that I have taken out this money to maintain Tony's life, it can be said that every drink and peck will lead to a destiny. There is nothing to be a pity.

After seeing Dior agreeing to pay with a check, Pepper immediately signed a ticket. Now she is the CEO of Stark Industrial, so it is natural to transfer one million from the company's account.

Although her operation was a bit illegal, everyone in the company sat next to her, and Tony didn't say anything, who dared to talk too much!
Chapter completed!