"Hey, come and see this, you big dummy (Pika, Pikachu)."
After typing, Pichu stood aside and gestured to Tony.
"???"
Tony was dumbfounded.
This is the disadvantage of the language barrier.
He always felt that Pichu seemed to be mocking him, but he couldn't find any evidence.
But when Pichu pointed to the tablet, he realized what Pichu meant.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., translate."
Instead of going over, Tony called J.A.R.V.I.S. directly.
Then, the voice of J.A.R.V.I.S. sounded.
"Mr. Big Deal, may I ask if you are rich?"
Hearing J.A.R.V.I.S.'s report, Tony's face turned dark immediately, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
Looking at Pichu, he said angrily: "You rascal, I'm Tony Stark, not Big Deal. Please remember, I'm Stark, not Big Deal. Of course, you can also call me Iron Man."
After squinting at Tony, Pichu started typing again.
This time, J.A.R.V.I.S. did not need Tony to speak; it had already automatically relayed it.
"Okay, Big Deal, got it, Big Deal."
"..."
Hearing this, Tony's hair stood on end, and he had an urge to get a little mad.
How can this guy's mouth be so cheeky?
"Forget it, forget it, I'm a billionaire and Iron Man. What do I care about with a cheeky yellow-haired mouse? Everyone knows that I, Tony Stark, am very magnanimous."
Reassuring himself in his heart, Tony looked at Pichu and said:
"Back to the topic, what do you mean by the question just now? You asked me if I have money, and there aren't many people in the entire United States who don't know if I have money."
Saying this, Tony didn't have any look of pride on his face because it was the truth.
"Rich people are different..."
Seeing this, Pichu muttered in his heart and then typed on the tablet with a smile.
"Mr. Big Deal, you are so rich, so I should have no problem eating at your house. Oh yes, my meal is actually electricity. You shouldn't be short of this money, right?"
When J.A.R.V.I.S. relayed it, Pichu raised his hands and gestured in front of him.
There was about a centimeter between the hands.
At the moment, the smile on Pichu's face is extraordinarily bright and lovely, and those bright brown eyes with black in them blink and blink, and I don't know how many women who like cute creatures can be fascinated.
"Um?!"
Hearing this, Tony automatically ignored Pichu's address, then folded his hands in front of him, pinched his chin with his right hand, looked at Pichu with a calm smile, and said:
"Don't worry, since you live with me, I'm not a wicked stepmother. Let's not talk about anything else, but I, Tony Stark, can still manage this."
"Although I'm not very rich, I don't think it's a problem for you to eat for a hundred years."
Although he doesn't know about Pichu's "food intake," but looking at Pichu's small body, Tony feels that Pichu's demand for electricity is a bit large, but that is only for ordinary people.
But who is he?
He is Tony Stark, the United States, and even a well-known super billionaire around the world.
Can't afford to take care of a 'yellow mouse'?
However, one day in the future, Tony recalled today's thoughts, and he shed tears of regret.
"Yes?"
Seeing that Tony is so confident, Pichu couldn't help but smile wickedly.
Then type again.
"Then Mr. Big Deal, I'm going to eat. Please don't come to me if you have anything to do, and don't come to me if you have nothing to do, thank you."
After typing, Pichu picked up the tablet with some 'difficulty' and walked toward a socket in the hall of the villa.
After all, the tablet is about the same size as him.
Although the weight is not a problem, the volume is there, and it is really difficult to hold with small arms and legs.
At this moment, Pichu suddenly misses Hill a little bit.
Alas, a helper is missing at this time.
Dragging the tablet to the socket, Pichu looked left and right and finally looked at Tony, who followed with a look of curiosity on his face, and typed on the tablet.
"Mr. Big Deal, can I trouble you to make a transmission device for me? Something like a wire. One end is connected to the power supply, and the other end is made into a ring shape that can be worn freely. The wire must be longer."
"Transmission device, no problem."
Thinking for a moment, Tony nodded in agreement.
Then Tony walked toward his specially modified laboratory under the villa.
After Tony left, Pichu contacted Nick Fury.
Pichu: "Hey, you are too unjust. Isn't it just eating a little more electricity from you? Is it enough to handle what you said at the beginning? You can't do it so soon?"
On the other side.
Nick Fury, who left in his exclusive car, heard the text message played by the intelligent system, and his face turned dark immediately, but he wanted to laugh in his heart.
At the same time, he couldn't help complaining wildly in his heart.
"A little bit of electricity? Darn it, he has absorbed more than 43 million kilowatt-hours of electricity in a month. Is this a little bit of electricity?"
More than one million kilowatt-hours of electricity a day, which is almost the same as the normal electricity consumption of S.H.I.E.L.D. for a day.
And Nick Fury knows it's only temporary.
After Pichu absorbs enough electricity and evolves or mutates again, the demand for electricity will definitely be even more astonishing.
Although he has a little money, he can't keep up with Pichu's consumption.
Coupled with the recent launch of a new project by S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury intends to use this to pass the burden of Pichu to someone else.
And Tony is his next home.
After all, they are rich, and part of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s funding comes from the Stark Group.
First, it can save money, and second, it can meet Pichu's needs.
That being the case, why not do it?