"Quiet, quiet!"
Tony raised a hand and pressed it downward. The atmosphere immediately fell silent.
"I know what you want to say. Sometimes, I ask myself too: was this really the right thing to do?"
A reporter seized the opening. "Then, Mr. Stark, was it right or wrong?"
Tony glanced at the reporter and silently memorized his face, adding him to the blacklist. Don't interrupt when I'm talking.
"Let me tell you something interesting."
Without answering, he began telling a story, pacing in circles.
"On the far side of the Pacific Ocean, something happened one day. An old man fell down, and a kind young man went over to help him up. But the old man grabbed him tightly... claiming that the young man had hit him and demanding compensation. The young man was furious, but helpless... there were no surveillance cameras there. In the end, he paid several hundred dollars."
"Several hundred dollars?"
"In my eyes, that isn't much. To me, it's a drop in the bucket. But to that young man... it might have been half a month's food."
"From then on, whenever an elderly person fell, no one dared to help them up anymore. Some people would spot one from afar and immediately turn around. Worse still, if an old man was walking toward them from the other side, they would quickly keep their distance, afraid the old man would collapse in front of them and frame them for it."
"One day, an old man died. For half an hour, not a single passerby went over to help him. In truth, if he had been taken to the hospital in time, he would have survived."
"But no one dared to do good deeds anymore."
"This isn't limited to the far side of the Pacific Ocean. Even in