"Oh, right. Remember to settle my house-call fee later."
Seeing that Stark had fallen silent, Fang Mo spoke again. "You heard that just now, right? I'm selling one bottle of this medicine to S.H.I.E.L.D. for 9.9 billion dollars. Since you're my friend, I'll reluctantly defy my ancestors and give you a discount. For four doses, I'll only charge you for three."
"And for reviving your heart, Thor of Asgard personally provided the service. Charging you a few hundred million dollars for that wouldn't be excessive, right?"
"After settling the bill, your total comes to 30 billion dollars. Thank you for your patronage."
Fang Mo directly held out his hand to Stark.
"Is that a medical fee?" Stark could not help saying. "After this operation, Stark Company is practically going to become yours."
"If I don't make dirty money, am I even human?"
Fang Mo said cheerfully, "Stark worked so hard selling weapons to save up some money. Even if it kills me, I have to earn it. If I don't make money off Stark, how could my conscience bear it?"
"Try acting like a human being."
Stark was speechless. Pepper had just stormed off, and he was indeed feeling deeply frustrated.
"I'm absolutely not human!"
Fang Mo patted his chest solemnly.
"..."
Stark slapped a hand over his face, completely unwilling to say anything more.
Yes, if it had been anyone else, with his personality, he would have exploded long ago. But Fang Mo had saved his life several times. Although Stark was too proud to admit it, he still acknowledged Fang Mo in his heart. He truly could not bring himself to get angry at him.
As for Fang Mo, he knew when to stop.
After noticing the change in Stark's mood, he walked over and patted him on