"The Avengers' problems couldn't be solved overnight."
"Whether you existed or not, people would still criticize you."
"Because there were too many people in this world. Everyone had their own thoughts and emotions, and you couldn't possibly accommodate them all."
"So if you wanted to force changes upon the Avengers and thereby change the current situation, that was impossible."
"You could only go with the flow, wait for the right opportunity, then act to change things!"
"And that required patience and the accumulation of strength!"
Su Yi was a psychologist.
But he wasn't the kind of psychologist who spouted empty platitudes.
Psychological problems were basically all caused by the difficulties of reality.
So helping solve those real-life difficulties was the best medicine for psychological counseling!
Tony put on his sunglasses and pondered for a moment.
At the same time, Friday was helping Tony calculate the possibilities.
The voice in his earpiece rang out.
"Sir, based on analysis, the probability of the Avengers immediately changing the current situation is 0.16%."
"According to Dr. Su's guidance, doing less means making fewer mistakes, doing more means making more mistakes, and doing nothing means making no mistakes."
"Sir, this means you need to continue upgrading your armor until an opportunity to make changes arises!"
Friday's voice was rather cold by nature.
And the data and conclusions it analyzed were even more realistic.
It directly told Tony not to make any rash moves.
He just needed to steadily upgrade his armor and wait for the right moment.
After receiving Friday's analysis,
Tony took off his sunglasses and placed them back on the table.
Then he leaned back in his chair, picked up the milk tea on the desk, and said,
"Well, looks like there were times when I couldn't even work hard if I wanted to."
After saying that,
Tony shook his head helplessly as he took a sip of milk tea.
Su Yi didn't waste any words.
He continued directly.
"Then, the third question..."
"Wait!"
At that moment, Tony interrupted Su Yi.
Tony was staring wide-eyed at the milk tea. After taking another sip, he turned to Su Yi and asked,
"What was this called? Milk tea?"
"Did you have the recipe? Or was it for sale?"
"I was confident I could make it replace thirty percent of America's coffee market share within a year."
Su Yi: ...
Tony, you fucking—
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Tony had indeed been a businessman in the past.
The two of them had been chatting just fine.
Yet the moment he drank the milk tea, he immediately thought of the profits it could bring.
When Wanda and Gwen drank it,
they only thought it tasted especially good.
They never considered how to use it to make money, or how much money it could make.
Of course,
Tony actually looked down on the money this milk tea could earn.
Even if these milk teas could generate hundreds of millions of dollars in profits,
compared to Tony's clean fusion energy,
what were a few hundred million dollars worth?
He had no idea how many times the total value generated by this milk tea a single crate of Arc Reactors could earn!
So Tony's thought was:
This milk tea was really good!
It would be great if I could drink it every day!
Just like the burger stand beneath Stark Tower.
Did you think it was a mobile stall?
No, because Tony loved eating there.
So the stall owner also knew that it was worth more than a fortune!
But Su Yi thought about it.
If milk tea could spread across America... squeeze coffee's living space... and let him see America's "upper-class" people holding milk tea instead of coffee...
That actually sounded pretty fun!
Thinking it over,
his milk tea recipe didn't have any miraculous effects anyway.
It was just delicious.
There was no reason to hoard it.
So Su Yi nodded, opened a drawer, took out the milk tea recipe, tossed it to Tony, and said,
"Take it. I get thirty percent of the profits. I don't care about the rest."
Tony accepted the milk tea recipe.
Then he put on his sunglasses, scanned it, and tucked the recipe into his clothes.
"No problem."
Tony didn't care how much money the milk tea could make, as long as it didn't lose money.
Su Yi didn't care how much money the milk tea could make either. He just wanted to watch the fun.
So this business suddenly became exceptionally easy to handle.
It was settled in just two sentences.
Next,
Tony continued, "We can keep talking."
Su Yi was just about to discuss the third question,
but when he checked the time, he realized it was already one in the afternoon.
What did that mean?
Business was business, but eating was eating.
People were made of iron and meals were made of steel. Skip one meal and you'd be starving.
So Su Yi snapped his fingers.
"It's time to eat. I think we should have a meal."
Tony: ...
Now Tony understood
what it felt like to have his words interrupted and delayed.
"Fine." Tony sat up and raised his wristwatch to contact someone. "I'll have Pepper prepare the food and send it over with the armor, then we can continue talking. How about that?"
"I guarantee luxury—Boston lobster, Orr Estate Wine, main courses from Michelin chefs, and so on."
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