"Liu, seriously, I suggest you wear a wig. It would make you look friendlier. Otherwise, every time I see you, I really miss my Mark suit."
Wearing an expensive custom-tailored black suit and sunglasses, Tony offered the suggestion to Xiao Liu, who was sitting on the secretary's desk outside the door. Then he shut the door, turned around, and complained to Li Chuan:
"New York mornings are insanely congested. It took me a whole hour to drive from Stark Industries to your company. If I'd worn the Mark suit, I could've gotten here in under five minutes."
"That would be great. More people would see the advertisement on the back of your suit, and our products would sell even better."
Li Chuan raised a hand and gave Tony a thumbs-up.
Tony's mood immediately sank at those words.
"Now that you mention it, I don't really want to wear it when I go out anymore!"
He liked going out in the Mark suit partly because it made getting around convenient, but more importantly, it was stylish and flashy. Wherever he landed, he became the center of attention.
But the advertising slogan on its back greatly diminished that cool factor.
"Don't be so pessimistic. You're just not used to it yet. Once you are, it'll be fine. It's a form of personality too, like how so many young people nowadays like printing weird nonsense on their clothes.
"Besides, you're doing this for humanity's health. The people saved because of your publicity will thank you.
"You also don't need to worry about the poison spreading anymore. Use the Mark suit as much as you want. If it builds up again, come find me and I'll clear it for you."
Li Chuan stepped forward, patted Tony on the shoulder, and encouraged him with a