Sunset dusk.
The bright yellow sunset climbed over the window edge and fell on half of Anton's body.
Look at the time, it's time to get off work.
Just as Anton was about to stand up, the cell phone on the table buzzed, vibrated and made a crisp sound.
Ring ring ring!!
He picked up his phone and saw a familiar name written on it.
Tony Stark!
"Um?"
Anton was stunned. Tony Stark's arrogant face with a mustache immediately appeared in his mind, and he subconsciously felt unhappy.
"Anton, you won't forget the party tonight, right?"
Immediately after the call was connected, Tony Stark's frivolous and dissolute voice came from the other side of the phone.
"If you're willing to admit defeat now, I wouldn't mind showing mercy."
Full of sarcasm.
Especially coming from the mouth of the master of foul mouth, Tony Stark, it is even more sinister.
Anton was stunned for a moment, and with a series of memories, he quickly figured out the whole story.
The original owner was a rich kid who loved picking up girls, bathing, and showing off his wealth. Although there was a gap between him and Tony Stark, a top-level man who was also the chairman of the Stark Group, his life circles overlapped quite a lot. Face-to-face encounters are inevitable.
At a party not long ago, the two had a conflict and made a bet to pick up girls.
Anton lost the game without any surprise.
Tony Stark used money to clear the way, and not only took away the girl they had bet with, but also used money to steal away all the women at the party - even the cleaning lady who cleaned up the party afterward.
By the way, Anton also lost his female companion.
This made him a laughing stock.
He have to admit that Tony Stark is not only a technological genius, but also a rare talent when it comes to picking up girls and "dealing with people."
As a result, the two have been fighting openly and secretly at recent parties.
Anton is always defeated, but he never gives up.
Tony enjoyed it.
According to private leaks from some losers, Tony has fallen in love with this unequal contest and invested a lot of energy into it.
Throughout the New York celebrity circle, many other wealthy second-generation people with similar identities, like Tony Stark, took advantage of this for fun, and even placed bets as the market opened.
Obviously, it's time to open again tonight.
"Pick up girls?"
Anton felt itchy, stood up suddenly, and rushed into the garage.
Boom!
A cool Bugatti Veyron flies down the street.
The car roared continuously, attracting the envious eyes of countless passers-by.
He is indeed not skilled in picking up girls, but looking through the memory of the original owner, is that called picking up girls?
That's clearly called throwing money!
Who doesn't know how to spend money?
No, no? Is there really someone who doesn't know how to spend money?
…
"Is that guy Anton not coming tonight? Damn it, it's really unlucky. I bet 100,000 on him!"
"Holy crap? Are you so brave? How dare you take Anton into custody?"
"I bet that Anton won't win!"
"That's right!"
"Damn it, if Anton hadn't been drawn by lot, do you think I would have taken him into custody?"
Since Anton had never won once, these people now used draws to place their bets on the opening.
Whoever is drawn will be suppressed.
A group of second-generation people, each holding a female companion, gathered around the swimming pool to communicate.
Tony Stark was in the center of the crowd, along with several top-looking and hot-bodied beauties, his lustful little eyes almost piercing the ditch.
Soon, Anton arrived.
He looked past the crowd and saw this group of cunning friends.
"You finally came!"
"I thought you didn't dare to come!"
"Anton, I bet you one hundred thousand today!"
The friends all greeted Anton one after another.
"That's interesting, brother."
Anton said to the last person: "You will definitely make a lot of money today."
"Anton!"
Tony was attracted by the noise and saw his old rival at a glance.
Walking on the steps of disowning his relatives, he smiled contemptuously and said: "My defeated general, have you figured out how to go home today and hide under the quilt to cry?"
"Tony, don't get carried away."
Anton glanced at Tony: "Do you think your sexy mustache can really attract girls?"
"otherwise?"
Tony spread his hands, looked innocent, and spoke righteously: "Why do you think I would have a relationship with my beautiful sister? For a billionaire like me, having a relationship is an insult to my wealth!"
"I'm glad to see that you know what's going on. For beautiful women, being on the cover of a magazine is more attractive than sleeping with a soft-footed shrimp like you."
Anton scoffed.
"so what?"
Tony said nonchalantly: "Is it important?"
"Of course it's important because I can give them more."
Anton stared at the voluptuous blonde next to Tony and said with a smile: "Beauty, I have a 100 million project to discuss with you. Are you interested in being my heroine?"
"That's it?"
Tony didn't panic at all, and looked at Anton amusedly: "Are you poaching me? Come on, you have used this trick 12 times, haven't you figured out the trick to defeat me yet?"
He has always poached others, and no one else has poached him.
Of course, he is blindly confident and never worries that someone will poach him.
"Sorry, you're very attractive, but I already have a male partner!"
The blonde beauty was unmoved.
Obviously, as far as the current situation is concerned, compared with Tony who is very pushy and "famous all over the world", Anton is slightly famous in this small area of New York, but compared with Tony who is in charge of Stark Industries Group. Stark, it's still not enough.
The name of Stark Group is not only popular in the United States.
As an arms giant.
The Stark Group has a certain amount of power around the world.
Compared with Anton, the wealth behind him is like the difference between a wealthy family and a small-town landlord.
Although they are all nobles, they are divided into three, six, or nine grades.
"Well, you soon learn what an opportunity you've missed."
Anton's face remained unchanged. Although he was rejected, he was still full of confidence.
With the system in hand, he owns the world.
It's 2020. If the time traveler is not handsome and has no confidence, how can the readers feel a sense of empathy?
"Wow, Anton, you look extra different today."
Tony stared at Anton with interest, feeling that his old rival seemed to have something more and a different temperament than before.
"You seem confident?"
Tony smiled and said, "Do you think you are more attractive than me?"
Fortunately, Anton came today not just to pick up girls.
"Tony, we are all handsome guys, the only thing that can compare is strength." Anton said, "As you know, I just took over the Daily Bugle at home, but I am not interested in making a newspaper..."
"What's the meaning?"
"I'm going to enter the entertainment industry and make movies."
"You want to be a director?"
Tony understood immediately, opened his eyes wide, and looked up and down at the guy in front of him.
He never imagined that this boy who had been competing with him for so long would actually have such bizarre thoughts.
"Wait, you must want to..."
Tony smiled obscenely, feeling like he had seen through the other person.
He knew exactly what kind of person Anton was.
It's not to say that he is completely uneducated, at least he has no outstanding talents, except for the life skill, second only to his own - spending money to pick up girls.
"You don't care what I want to do!"
Anton rolled his eyes.
Little did he know that his words echoed Tony's thoughts inexplicably.
The two looked at each other.
Anton clearly saw a hint of impatience in Tony's eyes.
"This guy is really crazy!"
Anton's thoughts flashed back, and he smiled and said: "How about it Tony Stark, are you interested in playing together?"
"How to play?"
There was no change on Tony's face, but Anton could already see Tony's heartbeat.
As the saying goes, the people who know you best are often not your friends, but your opponents.
Anton's original owner had been in contact with Tony for a long time, and had suffered losses at his hands many times. Of course, he had a deep understanding of Tony's pushy personality.
"Invest 100 million, half per person, and let's bet on the box office."
Anton crossed his arms and looked at Tony Stark confidently: "If I make a profit, I win. If I lose, I will be your follower, carrying bags behind you like a cow and calling you dad." All is OK."
"Although I know you are here to cheat money, it doesn't matter!"
Tony laughed loudly: "It's only 50 million, I'll just play with you, Anton, I hope you will become my bag-carrying boy."
Suddenly, he changed the topic: "However, I never do business that makes a loss!"
"Say." Anton said calmly.
"There is a condition to be added!"
Tony looked Anton up and down: "If the box office return rate exceeds 50%, otherwise, you will still lose."
"no problem."
Anton agreed immediately, and then said: "What if I win?"
"You win. The profits from this movie, including the principal, are all yours. I won't take a penny from it." Tony was confident. "In addition, I will hold a party in your name in Los Angeles, and the girls will be yours!"
"make a deal!"
Anton smiled.