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Chapter 808
chapter 0339 part 3
She raised her wine glass and took a sip, forcing herself to suppress her trembling inner feelings, and greeted Tang Song.
"You wouldn't be able to relax if I were there," Tang Song smiled, looking at the abundant catch. He called a bodyguard over to send the catch he had caught to the kitchen for the chef to prepare.
The chef who could be the head chef on this super yacht naturally had skills that could withstand scrutiny. After all, an annual salary of a million wasn't something just anyone could earn.
Moreover, this super yacht went out to sea very rarely throughout the year. The chef on the yacht could freely arrange their remaining time during their leisure.
For a job like this, with high pay and little work, the difficulty of competing for it was imaginable. The chef who had emerged from dozens of top chefs naturally had exceptional culinary skills.
After changing to a new fish tank, Giselle pulled up a chair and sat beside Tang Song to watch him fish, helping him change the fake bait. When a fish was hooked, she clapped her hands with a look of admiration and helped him remove the catch.
She looked completely like a well-behaved girl.
Giselle held an octopus in her hands, flustered, and threw the tentacle monster into the fish tank. She chatted with Tang Song, recounting her experience in beauty pageants, talking about the dark side of the beauty pageants she experienced, and how she later quit the model profession to pursue freedom and fell in love with street race cars.
When Tang Song asked about her troubles, Giselle spoke the feelings of most people: poverty.
For most people in the world, having money can solve most of the troubles in the world.
Giselle rested her chin on her hand and looked at Tang Song casting his rod with curiosity, "Mr. Tang, with how wealthy you are, do you have any troubles?"
"Perhaps it's just the beautiful girls who keep throwing themselves at me!" Tang Song said calmly, "I'm not very good at rejecting people!"
"Especially some beautiful Female Agents and Commercial Spies. Even though I know they are candy coated with arsenic, I can't bear to damage them. With my previous personality, those girls, those spies, those agents, would have long been sunk into the sea to feed the sharks!"
"Gulp!" Giselle could clearly hear the sound of her own saliva being swallowed. She looked at Tang Song's handsome profile, wanting to avoid this topic, but didn't know how to start. She could only continue the conversation based on Tang Song's words, "Agents, spies, do such people really exist? I always thought they only appeared on television. What happened to them later? Did you let them go?"
Tang Song lifted his wrist and reeled in a light blue sea fish. While removing the hook from the fish's mouth, he said calmly, "Oh, nothing much. I got a few habitable planets outside the Milky Way Galaxy. The soldiers there lack some entertainment activities, so I sent them over!"
Moonlight, like water, quietly sprinkled on Tang Song's body.
Looking at the handsome man before her, like an Ancient Greek Sun God, Giselle felt as if she had fallen into an Ice Cave.
"Hmm?" Tang Song heard the sound of the woman beside him's teeth chattering. He reached out and pinched Giselle's face. The hand that had just held the sea fish didn't have any fishy smell at all, but instead carried a faint fragrance. However, the stiff Giselle at this moment had no mood to observe these details.
She forced out a stiff smile towards Tang Song.
Tang Song raised his eyebrow, revealing a strange smile, "No way, I was just making a joke with you, you actually believed it!"
A joke! Giselle's mood was like a roller coaster. She breathed a sigh of relief and said to Tang Song, "Mr. Tang, you really scared me. I knew it, how could those Agents really exist!"
"Sigh, girls nowadays are just timid. Not long ago, I met a United Kingdom girl. She insisted on telling me she was an MI6 agent. When I told her this story back then, her reaction was similar to yours, but she wasn't as brave as you, she was so scared she cried!"
Tang Song reached out and patted Giselle's shoulder.
Giselle's complexion, illuminated by the moonlight, was deathly pale! At this moment on the Deck, a drunken man walked towards them.
"Mr. Tang, you were here!"
"Scott, how do you feel now after relaxing?"
Tang Song directly stepped past Giselle and greeted the newcomer.
"Mr. Tang, thank you. I feel much better now!" Scott Lang from a Parallel Universe, also known as Mister Ant-Man, had a flushed face, even a hint of redness on his nose. Hmm, there were also a few red lipstick marks on his neck. It was clear that the batch of models hired at a high price by Victoria's Secret provided good service.
"Mr. Tang, please let me explain. I've been under too much pressure lately. We've traveled through over a dozen universes, and none of them were the one we were looking for. That kind of pressure..."
Scott Lang noticed Tang Song's gaze and explained somewhat flustered.
Tang Song reached out and patted Scott Lang's shoulder firmly, shaking his head and sighing:
"I understand. After all, it concerns billions of people, half the universe's life is on your shoulders. I can't help much, only contribute a little bit of my meager strength!"
Scott Lang's head was dizzy from drinking, his mind still full of the snow-white... He shook his head, "Mr. Tang, please don't say that. If it weren't for the Pym Particles and those magic weapons you funded us with, we might have died in some universe exploration long ago!"
"Although Mr. Stark and Captain always feel you have ulterior purposes, I think you are a good person. I know Professor Pym's stubborn personality. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have gotten so many Pym Particles!"
Tang Song looked at Ant-Man before him with deep eyes, "Oh? Mr. Stark and Captain have some misunderstanding about me? That's fine, a clear conscience needs no defense. Could I possibly do anything to you from across a Parallel Universe? But speaking of which, I am quite interested in the universe adventure you've experienced. It must have been a wonderful trip!"
"My body isn't very good, and I don't have any superpowers, so I've always been very curious about you superheroes' matters, especially your universe-crossing adventures. Could you tell me a bit about them!"
Tang Song's words seemed to carry a certain magic power, filling Ant-Man with trust.
As the chefs successively brought the prepared delicacies to the Deck, a group of Victoria's Secret models also came to this deck area.
The sea breeze was gentle. Scott Lang drank whiskey, stroking a Victoria's Secret model's thigh while recounting his adventure experience.
(end of chapter)
She raised her wine glass and took a sip, forcing herself to suppress her trembling inner feelings, and greeted Tang Song.
"You wouldn't be able to relax if I were there," Tang Song smiled, looking at the abundant catch. He called a bodyguard over to send the catch he had caught to the kitchen for the chef to prepare.
The chef who could be the head chef on this super yacht naturally had skills that could withstand scrutiny. After all, an annual salary of a million wasn't something just anyone could earn.
Moreover, this super yacht went out to sea very rarely throughout the year. The chef on the yacht could freely arrange their remaining time during their leisure.
For a job like this, with high pay and little work, the difficulty of competing for it was imaginable. The chef who had emerged from dozens of top chefs naturally had exceptional culinary skills.
After changing to a new fish tank, Giselle pulled up a chair and sat beside Tang Song to watch him fish, helping him change the fake bait. When a fish was hooked, she clapped her hands with a look of admiration and helped him remove the catch.
She looked completely like a well-behaved girl.
Giselle held an octopus in her hands, flustered, and threw the tentacle monster into the fish tank. She chatted with Tang Song, recounting her experience in beauty pageants, talking about the dark side of the beauty pageants she experienced, and how she later quit the model profession to pursue freedom and fell in love with street race cars.
When Tang Song asked about her troubles, Giselle spoke the feelings of most people: poverty.
For most people in the world, having money can solve most of the troubles in the world.
Giselle rested her chin on her hand and looked at Tang Song casting his rod with curiosity, "Mr. Tang, with how wealthy you are, do you have any troubles?"
"Perhaps it's just the beautiful girls who keep throwing themselves at me!" Tang Song said calmly, "I'm not very good at rejecting people!"
"Especially some beautiful Female Agents and Commercial Spies. Even though I know they are candy coated with arsenic, I can't bear to damage them. With my previous personality, those girls, those spies, those agents, would have long been sunk into the sea to feed the sharks!"
"Gulp!" Giselle could clearly hear the sound of her own saliva being swallowed. She looked at Tang Song's handsome profile, wanting to avoid this topic, but didn't know how to start. She could only continue the conversation based on Tang Song's words, "Agents, spies, do such people really exist? I always thought they only appeared on television. What happened to them later? Did you let them go?"
Tang Song lifted his wrist and reeled in a light blue sea fish. While removing the hook from the fish's mouth, he said calmly, "Oh, nothing much. I got a few habitable planets outside the Milky Way Galaxy. The soldiers there lack some entertainment activities, so I sent them over!"
Moonlight, like water, quietly sprinkled on Tang Song's body.
Looking at the handsome man before her, like an Ancient Greek Sun God, Giselle felt as if she had fallen into an Ice Cave.
"Hmm?" Tang Song heard the sound of the woman beside him's teeth chattering. He reached out and pinched Giselle's face. The hand that had just held the sea fish didn't have any fishy smell at all, but instead carried a faint fragrance. However, the stiff Giselle at this moment had no mood to observe these details.
She forced out a stiff smile towards Tang Song.
Tang Song raised his eyebrow, revealing a strange smile, "No way, I was just making a joke with you, you actually believed it!"
A joke! Giselle's mood was like a roller coaster. She breathed a sigh of relief and said to Tang Song, "Mr. Tang, you really scared me. I knew it, how could those Agents really exist!"
"Sigh, girls nowadays are just timid. Not long ago, I met a United Kingdom girl. She insisted on telling me she was an MI6 agent. When I told her this story back then, her reaction was similar to yours, but she wasn't as brave as you, she was so scared she cried!"
Tang Song reached out and patted Giselle's shoulder.
Giselle's complexion, illuminated by the moonlight, was deathly pale! At this moment on the Deck, a drunken man walked towards them.
"Mr. Tang, you were here!"
"Scott, how do you feel now after relaxing?"
Tang Song directly stepped past Giselle and greeted the newcomer.
"Mr. Tang, thank you. I feel much better now!" Scott Lang from a Parallel Universe, also known as Mister Ant-Man, had a flushed face, even a hint of redness on his nose. Hmm, there were also a few red lipstick marks on his neck. It was clear that the batch of models hired at a high price by Victoria's Secret provided good service.
"Mr. Tang, please let me explain. I've been under too much pressure lately. We've traveled through over a dozen universes, and none of them were the one we were looking for. That kind of pressure..."
Scott Lang noticed Tang Song's gaze and explained somewhat flustered.
Tang Song reached out and patted Scott Lang's shoulder firmly, shaking his head and sighing:
"I understand. After all, it concerns billions of people, half the universe's life is on your shoulders. I can't help much, only contribute a little bit of my meager strength!"
Scott Lang's head was dizzy from drinking, his mind still full of the snow-white... He shook his head, "Mr. Tang, please don't say that. If it weren't for the Pym Particles and those magic weapons you funded us with, we might have died in some universe exploration long ago!"
"Although Mr. Stark and Captain always feel you have ulterior purposes, I think you are a good person. I know Professor Pym's stubborn personality. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have gotten so many Pym Particles!"
Tang Song looked at Ant-Man before him with deep eyes, "Oh? Mr. Stark and Captain have some misunderstanding about me? That's fine, a clear conscience needs no defense. Could I possibly do anything to you from across a Parallel Universe? But speaking of which, I am quite interested in the universe adventure you've experienced. It must have been a wonderful trip!"
"My body isn't very good, and I don't have any superpowers, so I've always been very curious about you superheroes' matters, especially your universe-crossing adventures. Could you tell me a bit about them!"
Tang Song's words seemed to carry a certain magic power, filling Ant-Man with trust.
As the chefs successively brought the prepared delicacies to the Deck, a group of Victoria's Secret models also came to this deck area.
The sea breeze was gentle. Scott Lang drank whiskey, stroking a Victoria's Secret model's thigh while recounting his adventure experience.
(end of chapter)
