After bidding farewell to him, the priest slowly left, leaving Tony alone.
After seeing off the guests, butler Jarvis came to the cemetery again and took Tony, who was still here, back to the villa. The remaining servants cleaned up the scene, and then the cemetery fell into silence again.
After the guests had left at night, even the vice president of Obadiah Stark Industries had to leave because there were too many things in the company.
There are no more than 30 security guards and servants left in the huge Stark Manor at this time. Butler Jarvis has been busy for two days, and he is too young to take an early rest mentally and physically.
No one could withstand the exhaustion of Pepper and returned to New York early. The Starks were no longer around and Stoke Industries was still running. As a close confidant of the boss, Pepper's role was to prevent Tony from being involved in the future after the Howards left.
Stark Industries cannot thrive alone.
Pepper had a heavy workload and did not have time to take care of Tony, so this task was left to Tony's good friend James Roddy.
Rody and Tony were sitting at the bar counter of the bar on the second floor, each holding a wine bottle. The ancient gramophone was playing some songs. Neither of them wanted to listen to the mystery, they were just drinking.
There was not a single peanut, and there were only ice cubes and wine beside the two of them.
The two clink glasses
Roddy is a measured person. He knows that Tony's heart is not good, and he needs to take good care of him. He can't just drink heavily as usual.
"Tony, drink slowly and wait for me"
Seeing that there was still a lot of wine in Roddy's glass, Tony, who was slightly drunk, had a hint of helplessness on his face: "Brother Roddy, I really don't know what to do now except drink. There is Obadiah in the company."
Uncle, Pepper, there is Jarvis at home, which means I still have nothing to do."
"Hey, Tony, you already have two doctorate degrees. You are only a few years old. You are much better than most people. I might be dumbfounded if you ask me to do this."
"Rody, what are you so dumbfounded about? The military will help you sort everything out."
James Roddy's father is a member of the military. Most of their family members have been working in the military since the war of liberation in the United States. They are a proper military family in the United States. Roddy is one of the few in the family.
Some advanced academics have also gone to college. If Roddy had not had excellent grades, he would have joined the army long ago. There is also a military academy in the United States, and Roddy could have taken another path.
As a result, he was stubborn and chose what he wanted, and then based on the advice of his family and the ideas of his good friend Tony, the two came to a school together.
"Oh, by the way, Tony, I will join the army after graduation"
Hmm?
"Rody, didn't you always say you wanted to be a scientist and come to work at Stark Industries?"
Roddy sighed and told Tony: "Yes, I thought so too at first, but I should pay attention now. Maybe it would be good for them to get in touch with each other and get to know each other while there is still a chance."
Roddy said it tactfully, and it was enough for Tony to understand. Tony nodded and said to Roddy: "Brother, I support you. If you need any help, just ask."
Rody smiled slightly and said jokingly: "Of course I need the support of you, the boss of the world's largest military industry company. Maybe I can become a general before I am thirty!"
"Oh my god, General Roddy, you are very ambitious. At thirty years old, I might be able to be a playboy, a great scientist who works part-time as a playboy."
"Oh, Tony, you are really talented!"
"Thank you for your kind words, Roddy"
"Cheers"
"Cheers"
As Rody changed some topics, the two drank while talking. As the conversation deviated, they drank more and more. Then Roddy, who thought he had a good drinker and was confident, was knocked down by Tony and collapsed on the warm floor.
On the fluffy floor, I fell asleep soundly.
"Haha, Roddy, you still can't drink enough. In addition to the genius gene, our Stark family also has a strong capacity for drinking. Thank you, father!"
Roddy fell asleep, and Tony's drinking speed slowed down. Listening to the slowly playing songs on the gramophone, Tony slowly tasted the wine and loneliness.
....
....
Tony, who was drinking and listening to music, heard some noise. He calmed down and took a closer look with slightly drunken eyes. He found nothing and rubbed his brow.
"Oh, am I hallucinating?"
Dong dong dong
...
Hmm?
Huhuhu
Roddy’s snoring comes to mind
Sure enough, I was hallucinating
Tony picked up the wine glass, raised his head, and a round, fluorescent eye flashed past.
Tony put down his wine glass and looked up again. There was nothing but the luxuriously decorated ceiling and chandeliers.
What?
"Howard...."
__
Someone called his father's name
Could it be that...there is a ghost?
Because he was so drunk, Tony was so drunk that he didn't give up at all. He walked around the room for a long time, and finally sat down in the huge father's study, holding a bottle of wine brewed by his own manor in his hand.
Wine, sitting crookedly in front of his father's desk, his suit was in a mess, his eyes were wide open, and his face was full of alcohol.
tons tons tons
Take care of both mouths
And because his nerves were anesthetized by alcohol, he didn’t feel at all that drinking was like drinking water.
Looking up and seeing the huge picture of a happy, fat orange cat wrapped in various delicacies, Tony mocked: "Orange cat boss, if you really want to exist, come out and let me have a chat.
I know what my father was like when he was young, haha"
After staring at the orange cat's eyes for a long time, Tony remembered the cat's eyes he had just seen through the wine glass.
…
Could it be that it was these eyes that I was looking at just now? Didn’t my father create a portrait with the ghost of an orange cat?
Jiu Jin then stared at the portrait of the orange cat, and tightened his grip on the wine bottle. If the orange cat could move, he would smash it with the wine bottle in his hand.
Half a day
There was no reaction at all from the portrait
"Tch, it's just a portrait after all."
........
Thinking of a special sound of music that was circulating in some underground bars, Tony looked around and found out that it was not the music playing equipment on his second floor that was broken, but that it was coming from outside.
And there are several colorful light beams swaying irregularly. Are they coming from the direction of your family cemetery?
What's going on
Tony took the bottle and hurriedly ran down. Did those bosozokus stray into his family's territory and they were having a party here?
Grabbing the shotgun in the study and the wine bottle, Tony stumbled to the family cemetery. When he saw his father's tombstone