Chapter 56: The Most Willful Richest Second-Generation in History

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Chapter 56

"I've had an eye-opener!"

"I realize I can do more for this world besides creating explosions!"

"Therefore, I have decided to immediately shut down Stark Industries' weapons manufacturing division, effective immediately!"

"Until I find a new direction for the company, one that I can accept and which is in high alignment with national interests."

...

Amidst the gaze of many eyes from upon the stage.

Tony Stark addressed everyone solemnly, announcing such a decision with a resolute and powerful voice.

The room exploded in an uproar at once.

Even through the television screen, Zhou Cheng could clearly feel how "explosive" the atmosphere was.

Even the frontline journalists, who had weathered all kinds of storms, were shocked by Tony Stark's earth-shattering decision.

Heaven help us.

It was certainly the groundbreaking news of their lifetimes in journalism.

"Weapons manufacturing division, just shut it down."

"Truly the most willful super-rich second generation in history!"

Shaking his head with a sigh.

Zhou Cheng then picked up the remote control and snapped the television off.

For him, who had seen the Marvel series movies, he could guess what would happen next.

Even if his intervention meant that Tony Stark's original Mark I suit was not completed, the design was still finished.

The idea for producing the Iron Man armor had also taken root.

That was the crucial point.

As Zhou Cheng had analyzed in his journal previously.

The changes his intervention had caused would likely only impact Obadiah becoming the Iron Monger.

The progression of Tony Stark's storyline should remain more or less the same.

The only frustrating thing is that the iconic scene "I am Iron Man" might not happen.

And if it does, it would not be anytime soon.

Thus, Zhou Cheng's previous plan to manipulate the stock market directly would be affected.

Originally, according to Zhou Cheng's plan.

When this scene unfolded and the playboy announced the closure of the weapons manufacturing division, he would buy Stark Industries' stock at a low price.

But now?

"Forget it!"

"Let it be!"

After some contemplation, Zhou Cheng still made such a decision.

The butterfly effect of his meddling had introduced uncertainty into a once predictable future, making the stock market plan risky.

It was better to simply give up.

After all, Zhou Cheng was now already a super-rich billionaire with assets worth ten big financial goals!

His desire to acquire wealth through manipulating the stock market was now at its lowest.

Shaking his head, he dismissed these messy thoughts.

Zhou Cheng then went to the kitchen and "concocted" a lunch to address his hunger.

"Has that Stark guy gone mad?"

"Did he lose his mind in that cave?"

"The largest weapon manufacturer in America just decided to stop making weapons, seriously foolish!"

Before he could finish eating, Wade, the ever so 'charming' mercenary, once again appeared in front of Zhou Cheng.

He immediately began a wild tirade against Tony Stark.

In the eyes of someone like Wade Wilson, who didn't know the full story, Tony Stark must have genuinely gone crazy, right?

"Feel free to sit down. I'll finish my meal first."

Zhou Cheng, now quite familiar with Wade, didn't even bother to get up but casually invited him to sit down.Wade Wilson certainly wouldn't care about such a thing.

Pacing around Zhou Cheng's house as if he had ADHD, he kept babbling incessantly about all sorts of unrelated topics.

Even if the Wade of this universe might not become Deadpool again, his tendency to be loquacious remained unchanged.

Zhou Cheng couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention.

He just ate and washed the dishes on his own.

After tidying up everything, he finally called Wade Wilson over.

He handed over the original Mark blueprints he had scavenged from a cave to him.

"What's this?"

Wade Wilson took the blueprints with a hint of curiosity, glanced at them, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"I guess... this isn't some kind of toy, right?"

"This can't be real, can it?"

If the blueprint was genuine, it would indeed be quite remarkable.

With Little Mouth's perspective and experience, he was naturally capable of discerning the enormous value they contained.

"What else? Why do you think I called you over?" Zhou Cheng replied nonchalantly, spreading his hands.

"This is really great, so cool!"

"I can guarantee, Zhou, this will definitely fetch a good price."

"Wait, you're giving this to me to sell, right? You aren't thinking of producing them yourself, are you?"

"Buddy, take my advice; without vast connections, the government wouldn't allow you to produce these."

"Of course, perhaps I'm wrong, and your background is unfathomable? Behind the scenes..."

"Cut it out!"

Zhou Cheng couldn't help but interrupt Wade Wilson, feeling a bit overwhelmed by him.

Little Mouth's motor-mouth was something most people couldn't handle.

In fact, Zhou Cheng was well aware himself.

Even Tony Stark's armor was almost confiscated by the government, let alone what might happen to others.

Zhou Cheng's intention from the start was to sell the blueprints, nothing more.

"Find the right opportunity to sell these blueprints."

"It doesn't matter if the price is high or low, or if it takes a little longer."

"I have only one requirement—keep the job clean."

"I'm just waiting to collect the money without getting entangled in any trouble."

Zhou Cheng gave Wade Wilson his instructions seriously.

"Don't worry, leave everything to me!"

Wade Wilson assured him, thumping his chest solemnly.

In this aspect, Zhou Cheng did trust him, as Little Mouth did indeed have some capabilities.

"By the way, Zhou, I need a codename for you!"

"With the stir caused by Stark's incident, this is the perfect opportunity to make a name for ourselves."

"Think of one quickly!"

After discussing the blueprints, Wade Wilson then made this earnest request to Zhou Cheng.

A codename?

Zhou Cheng also fell into deep thought.

That's right.

Since he'd entered the mercenary business, he had to become the best in the field.

Without a powerful and impressive moniker, it just wouldn't do.

So~

What codename would be good?

With just a moment's contemplation, Zhou Cheng made up his mind.

"Satan!"

"My codename has already spread, hasn't it?"

Zhou Cheng remarked to Wade Wilson with profound meaning.

"Satan?"

"I knew it was you!"

A spark of realization flashed in Wade Wilson's eyes.

Ever since Zhou Cheng killed the bounty client of Satan, Wade Wilson had his suspicions.

Now it seemed his hunch was correct.