The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 225 Dressing Room Theater
"What's wrong, Dad?" Harry Osborn looked at his father worriedly. "Do you want me to call a doctor?"

"No need, it's just a sneeze, no need to make a big deal out of it." Norman took out a tissue and wiped his nose. "But you just came back from another universe, don't you need to rest for a while?"

"I've already rested, you should get some more sleep then, Dad," Harry complained.

"I will." Norman agreed perfunctorily.

Seeing his father say this, Harry no longer insisted, but quietly moved Norman's physical examination time forward on his schedule.

"Oh, right." Harry handed Norman a piece of information. "This is the ratings for the latest episode of 'The New Legion'."

This "New Battle Group" is the exclusive program of the super team New Battle Group. The five top stars of Star Company all have exclusive programs named after their own teams, which are scheduled to be broadcast from Monday to Friday. On Saturdays and Sundays, the top star programs and some programs integrating minor characters will be rebroadcast.

Norman took the information. Although there were special people in charge of these things and he didn't need to worry about them himself, Norman would still take a look at them occasionally to relieve the fatigue brought by his main job. After all, the Osborne Group was engaged in scientific research, so there were really many things that made Norman's blood pressure rise.

Normally at this time, Norman would look at his side business that was growing rapidly. After all, Norman was a businessman, and the rising data was really the best adjustment. However, today's information could not make Norman happy.

"Why did the ratings drop so much?" Norman frowned and threw the documents on his desk. "Is there a scandal involving someone in the new regiment?"

Logically speaking, it is normal for a TV program to have high and low ratings. This phenomenon has happened before, for example, when a superhero was involved in a scandal and was boycotted by the public, resulting in a drop in ratings.

An arrogant figure appeared in Norman's mind. He rubbed his temple and said, "Is that the fastball? He looks like the kind of person who would cause trouble. What did he do?"

"It's not him." Harry shook his head. "It's no one's fault this time. It's the harpy."

Hearing Harry's words, Norman was a little surprised. He asked, "Yang Le? How could that be? How is this matter related to him?"

Norman vaguely recalled the time when he was with Yang Le who turned into a fire man. He couldn't help but shudder and prayed in his heart that he would never offend Yang Le, the big Buddha.

"When the New Regiment was arresting the criminals, a bank robbery happened to take place, and it was Harpy who solved the robbery." Harry took out a remote control from his pocket and pressed the button on it. A screen slowly descended from the ceiling, and the screen lit up, and the light whip pterodactyl that Yang Le had transformed into appeared on it.

"Although I've never seen a harpy look like this, I've only seen this pattern on harpies." Harry pointed to the Omnitrix on the Lightwhip Pterodactyl's left shoulder.

Hearing Harry say this, Norman couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It's okay, it's okay, as long as Yang Le is not offended.

Although Harry didn't know why his father suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, he continued to explain, "We've counted the online comments and found that the vast majority of casual viewers are tired of our stereotypical handsome men and beautiful women heroes. They're all asking if the harpy-transformed pterosaur is the company's new hero, and they're clamoring for us to launch his show as soon as possible."

"Ignore them," Norman leaned back in his chair. "People are like that. They're always looking at what's in their bowl and thinking about what's in the pot. They're never satisfied. Let's hold them back for a while, then find a few strange-looking transcendents to film a special program."

Norman sees it very clearly. The more you go along with the audience, the more they will take advantage of you. Appropriate beating is also necessary. The reason why Norman dares to do this is because he has the confidence. His confidence comes from the strongest resources of the Osborn Group and the official background brought by S.H.I.E.L.D.. In terms of superheroes, he can be said to have monopolized the market. Even if the audience is unhappy, they can only bear it.

"Should I call Peter over?" Harry asked. "Peter's transformed form will surely captivate a large audience, and he might even be able to return to school thanks to it." This reminded Norman, and he said, "You can discuss it with Peter, but be careful when talking to him, don't irritate him, and be sure to respect Peter's opinion."

"Of course I know Dad." Harry said excitedly. "Peter is my good friend."

The father and son chatted for a while, and then Harry went to find Peter happily, leaving Norman alone in the office, which returned to silence again.

Looking at the fastball on the information poster, Norman had a bad feeling for no reason.

"I hope I'm overthinking it." Norman sighed. Teenagers are always a worry. Seeing these kids, Norman became more and more proud of Harry.

Norman crumpled the documents on the desk into a ball and threw them into the trash can.

"Clang!"

Fastball Robbie crushed the drink can in his hand and threw it into the trash can in the lounge like a shooting gesture.

"Yes!" Robbie cheered alone. "A long three-pointer! Robbie saved his team."

"Keep your voice down, Robbie!" Namorita scolded. "This isn't a lounge for you alone."

Faced with his teammates' complaints, Robbie didn't feel a trace of guilt. He curled his lips and said, "Do you think I want to play dumb? I'm just seeing the ratings drop and everyone's feeling down. Do I want to cheer you up?"

"Thank you, but that's not funny." Namorita held her forehead helplessly.

Robbie thought to himself, "She's so hard to please. No wonder she doesn't have a boyfriend despite having such a great figure. Who can stand her personality? Irene is still the cutest."

As she was thinking about this, Squirrel Girl Doreen Irene Green actually came forward to smooth things over.

"Okay, we are all in the same team and we are all friends. There is no need to be so confrontational." Irene waved her hand and walked between the two of them.

"I'm just being honest." Namorita refused to budge from Erin's words, remaining stubborn. "Instead, someone has been looking down on us, wanting to be alone in a room. But that's Mr. Immortal, a place only the Five Giants can hold."

"Hey!" Robbie shouted dissatisfiedly, and Irene beside him pulled him back.

"Your words are too harsh, Rita." Irene winked at Namorita, signaling her to speak less.

"Forget it, Erin." Robbie curled his lips and said with feigned disdain. "After all, they're not of the same race as us, so it's normal for them to look down on us."

(End of this chapter)