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People cannot be giants in thought and pygmies in action.

So, after receiving a list, Hong Fei packed his bags and prepared to leave.

"Frank, I'm leaving the manor in your care."

"Don't worry."

Turning around, Hong Fei narrowed his eyes at Samuel, who looked reluctant. "You seem to have something to say?"

Samuel flinched and stammered, "Boss, I think... with my current appearance, I'll probably just cause trouble. Why don't you let me stay home and do some research for you..."

"And then you can find an opportunity to control everyone here and set a trap for me when I get back?" Hong Fei finished his sentence.

"No, no..." Samuel shook his head frantically.

But Hong Fei didn't want to hear his explanation. He glared, "If not, get in the car quickly. Stop with the nonsense!"

Samuel had no choice but to obediently get into the passenger seat.

Just then, Helen Zhao came downstairs and saw Hong Fei. "Mr. Hong, are you going out?"

Hong Fei's expression shifted seamlessly to a warm smile. "Yes, I'm going on a trip. If you need anything, feel free to tell Frank. He'll do his best to help you."

"No problem. Have a safe trip."

As they passed the car, Helen Zhao smiled and nodded at Samuel. Fortunately, Samuel's large head was obscured by the car frame, or she would have been startled.

Hong Fei got into the car and noticed that Samuel's head was already far above the car's roof. He had to turn his head more than halfway to sit comfortably.

"Well, looks like I need to get you a convertible?"

Samuel gave an awkward smile.

Hong Fei waved his hand. "Recline the seat and lie down."

Outside the window, Frank watched the vehicle.

Hong Fei shouted to him again, "Remember what I told you about the butler and the financial officer!"

Frank pouted, seemingly annoyed by his nagging, and turned away.

The vehicle started and drove out of the manor.

Samuel looked out the window at the rapidly receding scenery the whole way. Hong Fei didn't pay attention to what he was thinking.

After entering New York, Hong Fei said, "You stay in the car for a while. I have something to do."

"Okay."

A moment later, the car stopped at the bottom of Stark Tower. Hong Fei turned off the engine and got out without even taking the keys, walking into the building.

Hearing the faint jingle of keys, Samuel's ears twitched. Then, his long, round head turned.

His gaze fell on the car keys, and a strange light seemed to flicker in his eyes. The fingers of his hands resting on his knees trembled slightly.

However, this state only lasted for a few seconds. Then, he abruptly turned his head and let out a heavy snort.

Stark Tower.

Hong Fei was stopped by a security guard not long after entering.

Hong Fei found the chubby face familiar, but he couldn't help but want to laugh at the guard's serious expression.

"Sir, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Tony Stark."

Happy raised an eyebrow, a strange smile on his face. "You're looking for Mr. Stark? Do you have an appointment? Or do you know him?"

"I don't have an appointment, but I do know him. He said I'm considered his friend," Hong Fei replied honestly.

Happy burst out laughing. He put a hand on Hong Fei's shoulder. "You're friends, huh? Kid, do you know how many people like you I've encountered recently? Countless! Come on, listen to me, go rest over there for a while. If Mr. Stark comes down, I'll give you a chance to see him up close. If Mr. Stark is in a good mood, maybe he'll even agree to take a picture with you. Now, please don't disturb our work. Stanning should be done reasonably, right?"

As he spoke, he pushed Hong Fei's back towards the lounge.

Just as Hong Fei was about to say something else, he suddenly spotted a figure and waved. "Miss Pepper!"

Not far away, Pepper, who had just come downstairs, immediately looked over.

Happy quickly tried to cover Hong Fei's mouth, but Master Hong skillfully dodged.

Seeing Hong Fei, Pepper's face lit up with a smile, and she walked over.

"Hey, Hong, you're here."

Hearing this, Happy froze and immediately let go of Hong Fei.

"Miss Pepper, I'm here to see Mr. Stark."

Pepper nodded, giving an amused glance at the awkward Happy. "Hong, what do you need him for? He's been very busy lately. He hasn't left the building since he went out a few days ago."

"Ah, sorry, I didn't know that. I just wanted to get his autograph. He told me to come find him myself before."

Pepper looked surprised.

Hong Fei added, "I promised a child I'd get Tony's autograph for him."

Pepper's eyes widened in understanding. She turned and invited, "I see. Come with me, I'll take you to him."

"This... then your business..."

"It's fine, I'm not in a hurry."

"Thank you for the trouble."

"You're too kind."

The two walked together. Happy stared blankly at their retreating figures for a moment, surprised that after stopping so many fakes, he'd actually met a real one today?

Taking the elevator to the top floor, Pepper led Hong Fei to Tony, who was busy working.

Several complete sets of armor were displayed in a transparent cabinet on one side of the room, immediately catching Hong Fei's eye.

Pepper was used to this; after all, everyone who came here looked at the suits of armor first.

Tony was hunched over his workbench, his gaze sharp and extremely focused.

Through the glass, Pepper rang the doorbell.

Tony slowly turned his head.

Upon seeing Hong Fei, he raised an eyebrow and waved to open the glass door.

Stepping inside, Pepper proactively said, "He's here to ask for your autograph."

Tony stood up. "I know, I remember this. I thought he would come much earlier. I didn't expect it to take so long; I'm afraid he wasn't sincere about it."

Pepper chuckled. "You're right, he's getting it for a child. This shows that not all adults worship Iron Man."

Tony looked at Hong Fei, only to see a simple, honest smile.

Pepper opened the cabinet, took out an Iron Man model, and handed it and a marker to Tony.

Tony took them, signed the back of the model with a flourish, tossed the pen aside, and walked towards Hong Fei with the model.

"I really thought you'd come sooner."

Hong Fei smiled bashfully. "The news said you were dealing with a lot at the time, so I didn't want to bother you."

"Very well, take it."

Hong Fei took the model. It was clearly exquisite and felt heavy in his hand.

After Hong Fei left with Pepper, Tony suddenly spoke.

"Jarvis, was that him?"

"Sir, the comprehensive analysis indicates a 27% similarity."

"Is that high?"

"Very low."