Tony was a little displeased when he heard that. He really was not good at dealing with people, because he did not think he needed such skills. He was Earth's number one genius—self-proclaimed.
"No wonder the memories I just received were full of annoyance toward you, Mr. Wang. You really have Bad Taste."
Tony said defiantly, "Besides, I can casually invent something and sell it for tens of millions, in U.S. dollars. Someone like me could never become a beggar."
"But casually making a suit of Battle Armor costs you hundreds of millions, also in U.S. dollars. Worse still, you will make a large number of Battle Armors."
Andrew said, "A company's market value and cash flow are two different things. A boss who is bad at management but loves wasting huge amounts of cash can easily drive a company into bankruptcy if there is even the slightest fluctuation, such as payments being delayed by a few months.
"You should know how terrifying those vultures on Wall Street are. The slightest crack is enough for them to swoop in and devour you completely."
Tony could not refute that, so he changed the subject. "Mr. Wang, why did you come to this world? Also, will this world's future be the same as that Iron Man's world?
"Tsk, tsk, that world's future is really chaotic. There are world-ending crises every day. It cannot be easy for people in that world just to stay alive."
"Is it possible that your world will be even more chaotic than that one?"
Andrew complained, "This world is actually a Scripted World..."
After hearing Andrew's explanation, Tony's eyes widened in disbelief. Those memories had been unbelievable, but they had merely horrified him because they could still be explained logically.
For example, him hammering out Mark I in