NIP Chapter 347 The Attack
Chapter 347 The Attack
After Tony finished speaking, everyone present spontaneously burst into knowing laughter.
After all, anyone who can attend a press conference of this caliber is no fool; how could they not understand Tony's implied meaning?
"Hey guys, I'm serious. I genuinely admire these people's imaginations... They say Stark Industries' new energy source is fake, a meticulously planned financial scam. They also say the Arc Reactor technology has a 'fatal flaw,' and that in the event of a leak, the radiation toxicity would far exceed that of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant, and it might even suddenly explode?"
"Wow. This is an amazing discovery. It's even more amazing than the fact that I discovered the kind and gentle older brother next door, whom I always thought of, could actually kill a cow with one punch."
Once the laughter subsided, Tony picked up where he left off and continued talking.
He spoke slowly, ensuring that every word was clearly heard by everyone present.
When Tony pointedly cited his reunion with Riley after many years as an example...
Even if what Tony said was true, not one of the people present chose to believe him.
Especially when Tony's mind conjures up the image of Riley, dressed in a Spider-Man suit, rescuing him from a terrorist stronghold in the Middle East, and he subconsciously raises one eyebrow, revealing an extremely exaggerated, incredulous expression, showing his genuine emotions.
The audience took it as Tony deliberately being silly, which caused another round of laughter.
But it was precisely thanks to this "joke" that Tony gradually gained control of the somewhat oppressive atmosphere. With everyone bursting into laughter, the pace quickened.
This is clearly not the kind of scene Tony's competitors would want to see.
So just as Tony was about to open his mouth and continue his speech, a discordant note sharply interrupted.
"Let's skip this pointless introduction, Mr. Stark! Let's not waste everyone's time!"
These inappropriate words caused everyone to instinctively turn to look. They then saw a man in the front row, dressed in a gray suit, with a burly face and a height of at least 2.2 meters, who looked nothing like a journalist but more like a top-notch gangster, suddenly stand up.
Without waiting for Tony's response, he used his naturally fierce demeanor to force back the people around him, shoved Happy aside, and walked forward on his own. He shoved the microphone in Tony's face, his voice urgent and sharp. A barrage of barbed questions shattered the smooth rhythm that Tony had just established.
"Mr. Stark, I am a reporter from The Wall Street Journal! Do you admit that your clean energy plan has caused a sharp drop in the stock prices of traditional energy companies in New York State, putting more than 30,000 workers in related industries at risk of unemployment? Don't you feel any guilt about this? Is your so-called 'future' built on the suffering of countless ordinary people? How is this any different from when you sold weapons and caused wars around the world?"
The man's questions were like a series of poisonous needles, precise and malicious.
Yet, the expression on his face was one of compassion and empathy. It was as if he wasn't intentionally making things difficult for Tony, but simply speaking out for the underprivileged, portraying himself as a "conscientious journalist" who wasn't afraid of power and only sought the welfare of the poor!
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire venue fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
All the cameras snapped to the reporter for a moment, then quickly returned to Tony's face, capturing every subtle reaction.
This is a blatant challenge, and a premeditated attack.
"...Before asking a question, you should observe some basic etiquette, sir."
The hint of amusement on Tony's face vanished the moment Happy was rudely shoved away.
He neither avoided the microphone that was practically poking his nose, nor did he get angry.
With a mere indifferent response, she stared coldly at the reporter with her caramel-colored eyes, as if trying to see through his pupils to the shadows of those behind him.
Even though Tony's height seemed somewhat insignificant compared to this burly man.
But the oppressive feeling that suddenly struck was enough to make the reporter involuntarily shrink in confidence under Tony's gaze. Even the hand holding the microphone became a little stiff.
A deathly silence was spreading, and pressure was building.
"However, you raised a very good question."
After a brief standoff lasting a few seconds, just as the burly man was sweating profusely and about to give up,
Tony suddenly smiled.
It wasn't the sarcastic laugh from before, but a deeper, more dangerous laugh.
just like……
Like a hunter who has been lying in wait, seeing his desired prey, he willingly steps into the trap he has carefully set.
He turned his head a few times, no longer looking at the reporter, and his gaze swept across the entire room again.
Then, a slightly languid tone, tinged with doubt, was transmitted through the microphone once again throughout the entire venue.
"Guilt? Why?"
"Just because someone lit a torch, dispelling the darkness of the night and bringing warmth to those around them, does that mean people who have always lived in darkness are no longer able to survive?"
"Because someone invented the steam engine and built ships, greatly reducing the risks and costs of sailing, should the sailors who risked their lives to set sail weep for that?"
"Seriously, buddy... don't you find it ridiculous when you say that?"