"Oh?"
Standing on the rooftop of Times Square in New York, Saitama curiously looked into the distance.
A… steel monster shaped very much like him descended from the sky!
Bald head, mainly yellow, red steel fists and arm guards, red leg armor, and an extra flashy white cape.
Because of Saitama's appearance—
The Iron Man world had deviated from its original track.
Stark seemed to have become a fan of Saitama, even designing his armor in imitation of him.
"Hey, Saitama! You came just in time! Today I have an important announcement to make! Let's go!"
Stark grabbed Saitama without explanation and quickly flew toward his company.
The Iron Man suit was now highly advanced, brimming with power and dazzling technology.
Within just a few minutes—
Amid countless exclamations, Tony Stark landed on stage with Saitama.
Especially when the crowd saw Saitama's appearance, the place instantly erupted!
"Oh my god! Why does this guy look so much like Iron Man?"
"I've seen people cosplay Iron Man, but never one so alike!"
"Stark seems pretty familiar with him?"
"Mr. Stark, who is this person to you?"
…
Saitama felt helpless: What do they mean cosplay?
It was clearly this dimwit uncle who designed an Iron Man suit based on his appearance.
The original ended up looking like a knockoff.
Stark raised his hand, the steel mask flipped open, revealing his excited expression.
The crowd instantly fell silent.
"Now, I announce this as the chairman of Stark Industries. This man! Saitama! My good friend! Is the official spokesperson of the company!"
The moment his words fell—
Everyone attending the expo was stunned.
"Oh my god! Stark Industries actually hired a spokesperson, and it's real!"
"A military enterprise hiring a spokesperson? Stark must have too much money to spend."
"That bald head is kind of handsome~~"
Many celebrities had long dreamed of building ties with Stark Industries. Some even tried to cozy up to Tony himself without success.
Yet here, a shiny bald man appeared out of nowhere and became Stark Industries' spokesperson.
Reporters were already preparing headlines. This was truly sensational news!
However—
Stark's next words made the entire expo fall into an eerie silence.
"Also! I must tell everyone—Saitama owns 40% of Stark Industries' shares! He is the largest shareholder besides me! We should celebrate with champagne!!!"
Stark laughed and raised his glass.
But everyone was dumbfounded, thinking they had misheard.
"Tony! Are you drunk?!"
Happy Hogan was terrified.
Last time, Stark had given Saitama 10% shares for being spokesperson, and that had already caused the stock to plummet, sparking outrage.
And now—
40%…
Hogan was sure that if this were true, things would get very messy.
"Forty percent of the shares, my god! Mr. Stark, are your words true?"
"I'm with The New York Times. I'd like to interview Mr. Saitama. What exactly is your relationship with Mr. Stark?"
"Mr. Saitama, can you share your feelings on becoming rich overnight? With 40% of the shares, you could buy some mid-sized countries in Africa!"
"Mr. Stark, what made you make such a crazy decision?"
"Handsome bald guy! Look over here!"
The audience went wild like an outbreak of madness.
Owning even 1% of Stark Industries' shares was enough to make one a top world-class billionaire.
But 40%… put Saitama among the elite few.
"Come on! That's enough, Saitama. Let's go eat something different this time, I promise you'll love it!"
Stark slung his arm around Saitama's shoulders.
Saitama didn't care much.
For the wealth of this world, he only wanted to say—
MMP!
If only he could bring it back to the One Punch world!
Since he couldn't… wasn't this just like having a trial card? Still, experiencing life as a godly tycoon was kind of nice.
With security escorting them, the two squeezed out of the frenzied crowd.
A scissor-door sports car—so flashy!
What caught Stark's eye was the young beauty leaning against the car.
"Does she come free with the car?"
He looked at Hogan. "Not bad, Miss Ireland, want to buy it?"
"Looks nice, but maybe a burger would be better."
Saitama commented.
The Irish beauty: "…"
…
Stark drove off.
The driver outside was sweating awkwardly—after all, the car only had two seats.
Everything was crystal clear.
"Hi! Mr. Stark, and Mr. Saitama."
The blonde beauty still approached, her ample chest bouncing against the car window.
"Do you have business? If so, wait until we finish our burgers. Put it on the record."
Stark gave his trademark business smile.
As for Saitama—he was barely noticeable.
"Here's your summons."
The blonde handed over an official document.
Stark froze, face turning grim.
"Mr. Stark, and Stark Industries' major shareholder Mr. Saitama—you are ordered to attend the Senate Armed Services Committee tomorrow at 9 a.m. sharp."
…
"What an unfortunate message. I'd love to attend that damn meeting, but my brother Saitama here…"
Stark forced a polite smile.
"It's fine, I've got nothing better to do. Never attended one before, could be interesting."
Saitama replied.
"Alright then. For Saitama's sake, let's eat our burgers first before deciding."
Stark sighed, then floored the accelerator. The engine roared and the sports car shot away.
Being rich really felt incredible.
But as a lifelong cheapskate, Saitama had grown up frugal—never turning on the AC even in summer.
Now, with 40% of Stark Industries' shares, even a single day's dividends made his bank account overflow with endless zeros.
What to buy?
Maybe twenty burger chains, two hundred supermarkets.
…
The next morning.
Washington.
The Senate Armed Services Committee.
A solemn venue filled with political and business giants—any one of them powerful enough to affect the national economy.
But the most dazzling ones were, without doubt, Tony Stark—
And Saitama.
The second-largest shareholder of Stark Industries.
Sitting there eating a burger, sipping cola, and even watching a trashy soap opera on his tactical wristwatch.
(End of Chapter)
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