Chapter 24 Antony is humiliated

In an upscale Manhattan hotel, a cocktail party is being held for the real top people of New York, all of whom have stomped their feet and become real people who shake up New York.

"Excuse me, I have business," a middle-aged man dressed as a successful man in a suit and tie, with a formulaic grin, who had just chatted with Anthony, turned and walked away, leaving Anthony and Gin alone.

"Boss, are you all right?" asked Gin, looking worried as his sullen boss emptied his glass of wine.

Anthony's sullen face waved his hand and smiled mockingly: "It's okay, isn't it all expected?" Now, although I have some money in my hand, there are hundreds of people below me. But in the eyes of these really important people, nothing, rejection is also deserved. At least they didn't make me look bad, did they?"

"It might be better to ask Senator Chris for a referral," Gin suggested.

Anthony shook his head and said quietly, "It's no use. The idea of me planting a plant in his subconscious will greatly improve his affection for me, but it won't make him feel hopeless. For him to be able to help out that much is good. You know, this is a real party for New York's top people, and it would take a lot of effort even for that guy Kim, let alone someone like me, to get in."

Gin nodded silently, then looked around and asked, "Should we go straight back then?"

'No... I have one last goal. None of those things would matter if I could get the friendship of this guy, who has real power, "Anthony said, adjusting his appearance a little as he watched the light figure in the crowd move toward him.

"Did the boss mean Tony Stark?" Tony Stark was the most important man in the world, even for a man like Gin who didn't care about anything else. But one quick glance at the cynical figure in front of him makes him say, "I don't think this is going so well."

"Maybe," said Anthony, reaching for two glasses of red wine at the waiter's desk, and then, in his best form, walking toward it. "You won't know until you try it. I remember someone saying something very interesting: Life is like chocolate beans. You never know until you taste them."

It would take a lot of effort for Anthony to attend a cocktail party like this one between the best people. But for Tony Stark, the chairman of a military-industrial conglomerate that controls the lifeblood of national security, he has turned down such gatherings more times than he can tell. In his opinion, his presence should be the honor of the host of this party.

He kept his hands up and down to his female companion, while quietly picking and talking to the people around him who were pleasing him. Of course, because of his status, he spends most of his time making fun of others while they curry favor with him. No way, who let him be Tony Stark, so he can be so petulant.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Tony Stark," said Anthony, holding up two glasses of red wine and handing him one, greeting him with his nicest expression.

However, Tony Stark did not seem to appreciate it and did not accept Anthony's offer. Instead, he pretended to pull the tinted sunglasses over his eyes slightly down and look at Anthony playfully.

After looking at Anthony like a monkey for a second, Tony Stark turned to his escort and bodyguard and asked, "Who is this guy? Do you know him?"

Anthony himself was embarrassed that Tony Stark wouldn't accept the wine he had served, and then looked at him like a monkey. His face stiffened after hearing this, Anthony felt a moment of shame and anger at the playfulness of the crowd surrounding Tony Stark.

His woman and her bodyguard all shook their heads at Tony Stark, saying they didn't know Anthony. Or maybe they don't know each other, because although the Angry Gang is very high-profile in Manhattan these days, Anthony himself is a low-key person, so not many people know Anthony himself.

Of course, even if they do know, they probably don't bother to know. For Anthony, though now a figure among the mob, was still nothing more than a scum in the eyes of the real great men of New York. The prime minister's gatekeepers, the seven officers, who serve in the presence of the truly powerful, naturally look above their heads and disdain to know such social scum as Anthony.

Anthony smiled with forced shame and embarrassment, then turned to Tony Stark and said, "No wonder Mr. Tony Stark doesn't know me. Compared to Mr. Tony Stark, I am only an insignificant person. It is also Senator Chris's privilege to attend this party..."

Before Anthony could continue to say anything, Tony Stark interrupted Anthony's next words with a voice, took the glass of red wine from Anthony's hand with a playful face, and Anthony nodded and said, "Little man, no wonder." But since you know that you are a small person, you should know yourself a little. Not everyone has the right to toast me, you know."

Before Anthony could say anything, Tony Stark asked him to loosen his glass, drop the wine with a clang and spill it all over the floor. Then, with Anthony's livid face, Tony Stark turns to one of the people nearby who has just returned a compliment: "Mr. Fox, your glass is too slippery. Make it better next time."

"Yes, Mr. Tony Stark was saying," the man who had just been flattering him was the host of the party, a member of the National Security Council, fairly low on the list, but who knows how much higher than Congressman Chris Anthony had worked so hard to reach out to.

But even such a big man did a great deal of ingratiating himself with Tony Stark. Even though he knew that what Tony Stark had just said was a lie, he nodded his head. It was quite like blaming a deer for a horse.

Just as Tony was about to turn away and ignore Anthony's face of shame and embarrassment, he suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to Fawkes nearby and continued, "By the way, at the next party like this, don't invite everyone. It's going to be awkward if someone I don't know wants to get to know me and I don't know them."

"That's what Mr. Tony Stark said," said Fawkes, with a smile on his face. As he turned away from Tony Stark, his face changed and he turned to Anthony with a smile on his face. "Sir, I don't know how you got into this party I'm giving, but I hope I don't see you again when I give it, thank you."

He then turned away as if he had encountered something dirty, leaving only the amused bystander pointing at Anthony. The gin, too, felt that it was not leaning towards him. With a worried look on his face, Antony was about to break his glass in his hand, and he exclaimed, "Boss..."

"Gin, let's go!" There was a coldness in Anthony's tone that even Gin, who had been with Anthony for so long, felt chilled to the bone.

Sitting in the car, on the way back to the Angry Gang headquarters, Gin looked at the closed and silent Anthony through the rearview mirror and asked worried: "Boss, are you okay?"

"Of course, I'm fine! I'm just thinking about one thing now! ' Anthony opened his eyes and said coldly, "I'm black! If you want to increase your strength, there is no need to lick the ass of those big men and superheroes! To beg them to give me something. What I want, I must take with my own hands!"

'Boss, do you want me to kill them? The emperor dishonors the minister to die! Gin is also angry. And he also found his boss in a very wrong state. He felt like a volcano about to erupt. In case his boss had a bad outburst, Gin suggested.

"There's no need. Today they treat me like an ant, tomorrow I'll be too high for them!"