At the book signing event, on the top floor of the building, Kingpin was speaking passionately, but Stark was no longer interested in understanding and instead flipped through the secret book in his hand.

'I want to see what's so great about this book. ' Tony thought to himself, then turned to the first page and casually browsed through it:

[Everyone has a way to practice. It is a practice method that will reward you as long as you put in the effort.

An ordinary person can generate a trace of true qi in half a day... and a peerless genius needs fifteen minutes to generate a trace.

Moreover, meditation can replace sleep. Even if an ordinary person practices meditation for 40 to 50 years, he or she can become strong enough to lift a tripod, prolong life, avoid all diseases, and live to be a hundred years old.

…

The entire booklet is not thick, only three thin pages, and the first two pages are all about introducing the basic content of Zixia Magic Power, such as a simple explanation of concepts such as internal force and Dantian.

"Forty or fifty years?" Tony Stark frowned. How long would it take to wait forty or fifty years?

But at this moment, someone beside Stark whispered, "Gift Crab!"

Stark didn't pay attention to the exclamation of the person sitting next to him, but soon the exclamation just now seemed to be a signal, and people in the entire conference hall continued to make agitated exclamations.

"What's wrong with these people? It's like they've never seen the world." Stark thought impatiently, then he read faster and soon reached the last line of the third page.

[The same internal force can be transmitted just like money, and each transmission will lose 20% of its mass! ]

"Ward sent!" The moment Stark saw this setting, his heart suddenly stopped and then began to beat violently.

He uttered the same "Fuck" sound as the others he had complained about in his heart before.

Those who can come here are all smart people. When everyone sees this sentence, they instantly understand why Bai Ye said before that for extraordinary rich people, they can reach his level in one night.

For a moment, thoughts like "creating a superman" and "those who have the talent can achieve their goals" flooded into the minds of everyone present, and their heartbeats quickened and their breathing became rapid.

"There is such a thing." As the first person to finish reading the booklet, Nick Fury had already begun to imagine the huge social response that would be caused by the release of Bai Ye's book.

"Damn it, this has already affected the lowest level of society, how can they just publish books so casually?" Nick Fury thought to himself, looking at the people around him who were caught up in their fantasies, his heart sank again, and he couldn't hold it back anymore.

You know, this was being broadcast live to the whole world, not just on site. The booklet was also uploaded to the Internet by Jin Bing at the same time, and was seen by at least hundreds of millions of people in the first place. It had already spread like wildfire and could not be stopped.

"Not to mention..." Nick Fury, like many others, raised his head and glanced at the young man sitting at the podium with his eyes closed. This guy is not someone to be trifled with.

Soon, 5 minutes passed quietly. Bai Ye slowly opened his eyes and walked to the front of the stage and said, "I believe everyone has read the contents of the preface in detail. Every word in it is true."

"But in order to see it with your own eyes, I will randomly draw one person from among you according to your numbers and give him 100 years of precious inner strength for free on the spot."

Wow!!! As soon as Bai Ye said this, the whole audience instantly erupted in a tsunami-like noise. Faced with this opportunity to become a superman, even they couldn't sit still.

The people at the scene looked at each other. This was indeed a way to prove the authenticity of the booklet.

After all, everyone present here is a celebrity and they all know each other. In this case, no matter who has obtained the inner strength, there are plenty of ways to verify it afterwards.

During the live broadcast, a large number of barrages have surrounded the video.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, why? Why are only the people present here allowed to be beaten?"

"Please, change the lottery criteria and give me the prize!"

…

Not to mention the noise during the live broadcast, everyone at the scene had already clenched their fists, and began to look forward to who would be drawn.

They didn't have to wait long before a huge turntable appeared on the big screen on the stage.

The numbers on the turntable range from 1 to 495, which is the number of guests on the scene.

As Bai Ye clicked his mouse, the turntable began to turn slowly.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the turntable, where the pointer kept rolling past the numbers.

If someone sees the pointer passing the number of his seat, his breathing will speed up and his mood will become disappointed, thinking that his number was announced too early.

At this moment, faced with the temptation of power that comes without any effort, every president, queen or tycoon becomes a gambler waiting for the lottery draw.

While the number dial on the screen was scrolling, Bai Ye also held the mouse and lightly tapped the number. The next moment, the dial began to slow down rapidly, and then became slower and slower.

34……62……71……

Finally, under the disappointed gaze of most people in the audience, the finger was pointed at position 80.

The moment the position was determined, everyone at the scene slapped their thighs in regret.

The other person looked towards position 80, and when he saw who was coming, he exclaimed in surprise.

Position No. 80 is on the far right side of the fourth row. There is actually no seat there, but a wheelchair replaces the function of the seat.

Sitting in the wheelchair was an old man with short golden hair. He was wearing a simple white coat. He was thin, his face was stiff, and the muscles in his exposed arms were atrophied.

The man was looking at the screen with his head tilted, his eyes gleaming with a gleam of exploration of the mysteries of the universe.

“It’s him!!!”

"How could it be him?"

"this……"

At the scene, everyone was stunned when they saw the old man. There was a flash of disbelief in their eyes. Could it be that this was really random? Even Bai Ye on the stage had a flash of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that Jin Bing would actually choose such a dramatic person to be a shill...

Bai Ye was stunned for a moment, then laughed helplessly: "Well, I didn't expect that the person who was drawn this time would be you. Next, congratulations to Mr. Stephen William Hawking for becoming the lucky winner on the scene. I wonder if Mr. Hawking is willing to cooperate with us?"

At this moment, the old man is under the gaze of the whole audience. He selects words through the device on his glasses and chooses the one he wants by contracting his eye socket muscles.

Amid the strange gazes of the audience, twenty or thirty seconds later, a simulated human voice came from Hawking's wheelchair through a text converter.

“I feel very honored to be selected and I am certainly willing to cooperate.”

(End of this chapter)