The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

After the night in New York darkened, the lights of the whole city began to gradually go out. Only the top floors of the Stark Tower were left with faint lights. Pepper, who had been busy all day, walked up the elevator and waited until the elevator light came on. She took a deep breath, but didn't relax completely.

The elevator door opened, and the lights on the ceiling lit up one by one following her footsteps, guiding her to Stark's laboratory, which she hadn't visited for a long time.

The door of the laboratory opened slowly without making any sound. The entire laboratory was pitch black, only the lights of the experimental instruments were dimly on. Stark lay on the experimental table, seemingly falling asleep.

Jarvis turned on a little soft light, enough for Pepper to see his feet clearly without waking Stark. Stark was sleeping soundly. After Pepper walked over, he found that his brows were tightly furrowed.

She saw a pile of materials on his laboratory table. In the past, it was full of experimental data that Pepper could not understand, but today, Pepper saw several books on the laboratory table that should not appear here.

Social engineering, game theory, political science, international relations, etc., Pepper even saw a few of his university textbooks there, there were traces of flipping, and even a few books were opened and locked in the On the table, it was obvious that Stark hadn't finished watching it yet.

She walked a little closer and picked up the materials, most of which were information related to the military, Congress and S.H.I.E.L.D., especially some of their personnel.

Pepper was just about to walk around the experimental platform to Stark's side, Stark moved a little, he gave a dry cough, and then woke up, in the dim light, he saw Pepper standing in front of him, still Thought I was dreaming.

Stark shook his head and blinked hard, looking very confused. Pepper often saw his expression, usually after drinking heavily or staying up late doing experiments.

Oh, you're here, have you finished your work? How are you doing? Stark looked a little at a loss, as if he was a little strange after not seeing Peto for so many days, and he used that kind of embarrassing tone Greetings.

Pepper was not influenced by him. She came over and said, What's wrong with you? Why did you start reading these books?

Stark glanced back at his desktop. His expression was a bit like a child who was discovered by his parents secretly playing a game console. He twisted his neck unnaturally, and then said: A friend recommended it, he said I should read more books like this, otherwise I won’t be able to cope with those troubles.”

Stark paused for a moment, then lowered his head, his voice was a little low, with a seriousness that was rarely seen in the past.

S.H.I.E.L.D., the military, and Congress have basically got what they want. Next, it will be the last negotiation of this incident.

I represent the Stark Group. I know that this time no one will deal with these troubles for me. I have to learn to deal with it myself.

I've never been in a decent negotiation, sometimes I just sit there and wait for Uncle Obadiah to talk about it all, I'm just an icon and everyone knows I'm a genius , so even if I show impatience or leave early, no one dares to say anything...

I know, I suck, I've caused a lot of mess and trouble, used to taunt the reps across the way for being retarded, or spread coffee all over the table on purpose, just to get out early.

I can't remember how many times I've done this stupid thing, but I know, this time it's just me.

Stark rubbed his eyes, then rubbed his face with his hands, trying to take back that sad and lost expression, he said: No one will do these things for me anymore, no one will do it for me anymore. Get rid of these troubles, and no one will even see my inventions and listen to my genius ideas...

Pepper had to admit that it was the first time she saw Stark's sad expression. In the past, those sad expressions he made were used to make fun of people or deliberately make people happy, but now, he is really sad.

After Stark paused for a while, he clapped his palms and said, Okay, so be it, I can take care of this, right?

I'm Stark, why can't I do it? How can these things be more difficult than making mechas? Let's see, as long as I read all these materials and books, in the negotiations after a few days, I can beat them all by myself...

Pepper felt a kind of heartache. Before that, whenever Stark cheated and didn't want to do anything, she felt a headache. She felt that she wasted too much time on coaxing this big kid. Stark can mature quickly.

But now, when Stark calmly accepted to do what he didn't want to do, Pepper suddenly wished that he was still as willful as before.

She doesn't even know what's wrong with her. Stark has matured, which should be a good thing, but Pepper knows very well that such growth must be accompanied by severe pain and sadness. She would rather Stark not experience this kind of pain , living forever in a utopia.

Peto choked up, and just about to say something, the phone in her pocket rang again. As a last resort, she had to leave to answer the phone, and she had to deal with the seemingly insignificant situation again, ignoring the time to chat with Stark. End of the job.

Stark looked at the back of Pepper leaving, his pain and helplessness reached the peak, he put one hand on the experimental table, and then covered his eyes, he never felt that the night in New York is so long.

When he devoted himself to the experiment, the night was like a flick of a finger. Before he finished a small part of the experiment, it would be dawn. At that time, he would always complain that this pure and happy time was Short-lived.

But today's night seemed endless, as if the sun would never rise for as long as he was suffering here.

In the drowsy and dark room, Stark thought, what the book says makes sense, not everything in this world can be passed through in a mecha, and social human beings cannot live without social rules, as long as he lives in In this society, some social rules must be followed.

Before Stark felt that he didn't have to follow the rules at all, he didn't have to think about anything, and he lived as he wanted every day, but now he found that someone just paid the price for him to follow the rules.

It's just that they paid the price first, so that Stark can always live in this warm eggshell, thinking about nothing.

Stark actually knew that Pepper was busy until midnight every day in order to deal with those pornographic news for him, and Obadiah also cleaned up various messes for him more than once.

But since the kidnapping case, reality has been like a heavy hammer, directly smashing open the chick's shell, allowing the cold wind of reality to blow on his ungrown feathers, causing him to turn over a few times, stained all over his body. After being muddy, I had to struggle to get up.

After the warm wings that made him crave left him, he had to face the rest. The nest on the cliff was howling with cold wind, but Stark had to learn to fly by himself.

After a while, Stark seemed to accept this fact, he slowly sorted out the scattered materials on the table, then put various books with bookmarks and put them aside, picked up one of them and continued to read with.

In fact, Stark didn't know if it was useful for him to do so. When he learned from Schiller that the bargaining chips of several parties were almost ready, and only the last step of negotiation was left to share all the benefits, Stark I have never felt so anxious and flustered.

In the past many years, he has never considered these things, but at least he knows that if he does nothing, it is equivalent to giving up the entire Stark Group, giving up all his father, uncle and his efforts.

If he can't take this step, the Stark Group will only retreat again and again until they are smashed and completely divided.

And now, no one will turn the situation around and turn the tide in this situation, except Stark himself.

In the past many years of his life, he did not need to consider anyone else's feelings at all, and now he is about to participate in a negotiation that may be the highest level in this country. , S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who plan strategies, aggressive and greedy military leaders.

As for Stark, in this situation, he is like a primary school student who suddenly participated in a doctoral forum. He has no theoretical knowledge and practical experience, and he can't even read people's faces. Stark can already imagine Well, the nonsense actions he used in the past will not have any effect except to make these wolves make a big fuss and bite off an extra piece of meat.

He has to learn to be calm, learn to keep calm, and learn to use resourcefulness and skills to complete a war without gunpowder on a battlefield without the sound of gunfire.

It's not easy, and it's no easier than waging a real war.

Stark is like a baby just out of the swaddle. Under Schiller's suggestion, he can only learn from the theory first.

Not all of those politicians know these things, but relatively, they have a wealth of practical experience.

But Stark is a blank slate in this regard, but fortunately, he is a genius Stark, and his brain allows him to write down all the knowledge in it in a very short time, even if he has no time Let him practice and master it, but it is better to have this knowledge in his mind than not to have it.

Stark felt that what Schiller said made sense. Since he had decided to bow his head and learn these theories that he didn't even bother to read and thought they were full of empty words, he had to read them as quickly as possible, and try to understand.

The former is not difficult. Stark's genius brain made him memorize several books almost in one night.

But after reading it, memorizing it and understanding it are completely different things. After Stark has memorized it, he has to think about how to act according to the popularity and relationship information.

Which of them would respond to certain topics? In the same force, what are the intricate subdivisions? Which relationships are available? Why are some people's bottom line lower than others? Why are some people willing to pay more chips than others?

These questions almost overwhelm Stark, even if he is a super genius, there is no way to learn the essence of human knowledge overnight.

More importantly, sometimes game theory and psychology look more like occult sciences, because human nature is always mysterious and elusive. Using all theories to analyze will only get more and more wrong answers. Responding on the spot, this really put Stark under a lot of pressure.

Finally, in the dark night of New York, Stark muttered: You are a genius... Stark, you are a super genius... There is no one in this world smarter than you, of course you are fine...

Then, amidst the fading voices, he drifted off to sleep, just as a burgundy glow appeared on the New York skyline.