Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Chapter 232

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.

Unlike him, an old cow eats tender grass and makes a basket 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, do they know that you are a 70-year-old man? Of course, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it."

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."

"...Cut, 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 without resting his gaze on the beautiful secretary for a second.

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 said with a sneer, "Heh, a group of vampires dared to open their mouths. They were fined 200 billion yuan and asked to publish the core code. The head of the person in charge 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."

"Is anyone from the legal department here? Tell them to talk to these vampires. I'm a little tired. I'll go to the office to 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 employees of the legal department stationed in third countries, there are more than three teams in the Federation alone, with a total of 200 people.

In view of the hooliganism of the anti-monopoly department, 100 people have been stationed at the headquarters for a long time, and a group of ten people will take turns to debate with them on stage.

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,

Honestly stay with me in the office,

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 brain, stars in the sky, smoke in the throat, and shivering in the body. You must rest well 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.

Who would be behind it.

interesting.

Winston thought, holding the club in both hands and hitting the ground.

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, 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."

Rays are emitted from the ceiling, forming a virtual screen, with heads flashing rapidly, and classic electronic sounds resound 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 form, which showed Leiden's itinerary since the villa was attacked.

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 closed, they have been training all day long, and their bodies are almost full of calluses.

Suddenly hearing that there was a task, everyone was very 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 anti-monopoly department gathered at the door, and the people from Stark's legal department went in in groups of ten.

Seeing the arrogant aura, the guard was stunned for a while, thinking where is this fool, and there is another good show to watch.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!" X8
Ten elevators stopped at the 33rd floor at the same time, the silver-white metal door 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 40s 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 yin and yang words filled the atmosphere. After saying these words, Mediterranean Sea shook hands symbolically, then turned and walked straight into the extra-large meeting room next to it.

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 hit the pain point of the Mediterranean, and he rushed into the conference room at a faster pace.

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 spot, the middle-aged man with a friendly face exchanged a few words with his assistant, and 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."

"Xie Te, Stark accounts for 90.00% of the market share of smartphones. 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 sue, hurry up and sue, it's not challenging at all to face you little trash every day."

"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're here to discuss a case."

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

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

"Bang!"

The door opened, and the jacket of the middle-aged man with a friendly face disappeared. The buttons of his white shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his eight-pack abs and a pair of big pectoral muscles. His sleeves were bulging and almost burst.

"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 friendly face buttoned up his sleeves and put on his coat gracefully. The contrast between the two was extremely striking.

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, and people from the anti-monopoly department raised their heads to look at the meeting 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.

Her hair was untouched, her glasses were intact, and her coat was smooth without a single 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 go 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 the back of the sea were torn into pieces, hanging on his body one by one, his skin was bruised and purple, and the pants were the same, but fortunately no underwear was 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 roared with 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."

After the hilarity ended, the two sides formally confronted whether the Stark Group constituted a monopoly.

The people in the anti-monopoly department are well prepared this time, at least there are enough people.

When you are tired or tired, change people.

When a country's number one organization is fully mobilized, its strength cannot be underestimated.

As time went on, Stark's legal department kept losing people.

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

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

However, before he got the answer, the major TV stations blocked the company's gate like cats who smelled fish, and all the flashing lights of the barrels of long guns came into battle.

"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..."

"Break in an urgent news...New York Daily..."

Just when the major media and the security guards communicated and went in for an interview, but were rejected, a white van stopped at the door, and a reporter rushed in with a microphone.

(End of this chapter)