American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

Stephen Chow is dreaming that he is doing the butterfly stroke in a swimming pool full of gold bars.

Just as he leaped into the air, preparing to dive into the pile of gold bars in a fancy way.

"Knock knock knock!"

"Get up! Come out and have breakfast!"

Rubbing his eyes, Stephen Chow, sporting panda eyes, opened the door.

"What the hell are you yelling about so early in the morning...?!"

Outside the door, a stainless steel insulated trolley was parked in the living room.

The lid was lifted.

Good guy!

Ginseng and wolfberry black chicken soup, freshly grilled tomahawk steak, and even a small bowl of bird's nest that looked expensive.

Stephen Chow's pupils dilated in shock, somewhat moved: "This...this is the level of hospitality I'm receiving?"

Soft Ice Cream scratched his head. "Ah... no, Brother Zhou."

"This is a special breakfast allowance for Lorna, meant for those who do heavy physical or mental labor. She's tired of eating this every day, and said she wanted to give you something nourishing..."

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

But Stephen Chow resisted; he grabbed the steak and took a big bite.

"Tired of it? These capitalists... no, these top researchers are too corrupt!"

"Today I must do my part to eliminate these leftovers for the sake of the country!"

……

At 10:00 AM, in the No. 3 core assembly workshop of the Aerospace City.

Dozens of engineers and academicians were scratching their heads around the rocket recovery shell.

"No way, Chief Engineer Gao! The materials expand and contract with temperature, and the assembly error is as small as 0.02 millimeters! It will definitely fall apart in space!"

"0.02 millimeters... That means we'll have to stop work for three days to re-polish it! We can't afford to wait until our launch window is open!"

"Where's Ms. Luo? Is she at work today?"

Say "Polaris" and you'll arrive.

She strolled over, wearing overalls and noise-canceling headphones.

"Make way."

Polaris walked up to the titanium alloy shell and made a grabbing motion in the air with one hand.

"Buzz!"

The magnetic field enveloped the entire metal component.

Under the watchful eyes of a dozen pairs of accustomed eyes, the aerospace-grade titanium alloy emitted a subtle sound.

"Click!"

Perfect fit!

Perfectly fitted!

Polaris dusted off his hands and popped the bubble gum in his mouth.

"It's time to leave work, bye-bye~"

Stephen Chow, who had come to watch, leaned against the entrance, chin raised.

Old Gao turned around and saw Stephen Chow, his face darkening.

He strode forward and stood in front of Stephen Chow, arms outstretched.

"What are you doing here! Luo Gong is now the chief expert of our space city!"

"Don't even think about taking her away! The secondment agreement clearly states it in black and white!"

"Hey Lao Gao, what's the panic?"

"I'm just here for a routine follow-up visit to see if you've been abusing any of our staff. Don't take her with you!"

Old Gao wiped the sweat from his forehead, but his eyes remained wary.

"Go look somewhere else, don't get in my way!"

……

Noon, in the residential area square.

The sun was blazing overhead.

A long line formed in front of the soft-serve ice cream truck.

They were all researchers with dark circles under their eyes.

"Give me a super minty burst! I need to stay up all night calculating orbital data!"

"I need a blueberry calming ball! That code is driving me crazy!"

The soft serve ice cream vendor was sweating profusely, constantly conjuring up ice cream of various colors in her hands.

Stephen Chow squatted next to the beverage truck, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

A chance to make a fortune has arrived!

If you deduct his money, can't you at least earn some extra cash yourself?

"Little Softie, I observed the celestial phenomena last night and discovered that we're destined for a windfall..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A pale fist somehow reached out from Zhou Xingxing's right side, curved a corner, and landed on his nose.

Stephen Chow screamed, covered his face, and staggered back three steps, blood gushing from his nose between his fingers.

"Xiao Luo! Enough is enough! Don't hit someone in the face!"

Polaris stood beside him, raising an eyebrow. "You little comrade, you have no sense of propriety at all! What 'Little Luo'? Call him Engineer Luo!"

"If you dare to trick her into working illegally again, next time it won't just be the capillaries in her nasal cavity that get ruptured!"

Stephen Chow was on the verge of tears.

He, the director of the talent introduction office, was actually used as a punching bag by the very employee he had rescued.

If this gets back to the capital, how will Ling Lingqi ever face the world again?

Stephen Chow tilted his head back.

"I offered my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon swung its fist at me!"

Polaris ignored him.

The soft-serve ice cream stand is only open during rush hour, and it's busy right now.

Zhou Xingxing and Luo Gong, having nothing to do, went to the comprehensive vegetable market outside the aerospace city.

Stephen Chow had two wads of toilet paper stuffed in his nostrils, while Polaris, wearing sunglasses, walked beside him with his hands in his pockets.

"Take a good look, buying groceries is an art."

He stopped in front of a pork stall.

The stall owner wielded a cleaver to chop the ribs, making a loud banging sound.

"Boss, did you inject water into this shoulder cut?"

The stall owner stopped chopping, his eyes wide: "What nonsense are you spouting! This is genuine local pork!"

"Don't give me that." Stephen Chow casually picked up the piece of meat.

"The meat is whitish in color, loose and crumbly, and doesn't spring back when pressed. Did this pig take swimming lessons before it died?"

The stall owner snorted and took a step forward, wielding his cleaver.

"Are you looking for trouble?!"

Stephen Chow clasped his hands together and lowered his eyelids.

"Are you trying to lie to me, boss? If you're going to lie to me, just say so. How am I supposed to know you're trying to lie to me if you don't tell me?"

Even if you swear it's from a local breed, you still have to tell me the truth.

"Did you really poke water? Then just admit it! You didn't really poke water, did you? Did you really poke water?"

The bewildered stall owner stood frozen in place, knife in hand, unsure of what to do.

"Therefore, one should have a kind heart."

"With a kind heart, you're no longer a cunning merchant, but a merchant of conscience. But you're not even a merchant of conscience."

"You're a watered-down merchant, a merchant who's watered down his business and refuses to admit it."

"Both pigs and water-injected pigs are born from the same sow. The difference is that water-injected pigs only become heavier after you inject water into them."

"The sow was pregnant for four months, but she never expected that after her piglets died, she would be forced to drink a bellyful of water."

"If that pig could know this from the afterlife, wouldn't it come after you?"

The stall owner's cheek muscles twitched, and he opened his mouth but didn't make a sound.

"If you enroll a pig in swimming lessons, and the pig can't learn, but you force-feed it water torture, that's called waterboarding!"

"You're using something banned by the Geneva Convention on pigs!"

"It provides meat when it's alive, and water when it's dead. Do you think it's a water dispenser?"

"Hand in your hand... Hey, don't touch the knife, hand in your hand! Are you still there? Was it also injected with water and swollen? Do you want me to help you get an appointment with a specialist?"

The vendor's knife trembled.

The most important thing in life is to be happy.

"When you're selling meat, the most important thing is conscience. If you press down on this meat and it doesn't bounce back, it's like my salary from last month—it's gone as soon as you press it down, without even a sound."

"So..."

"Stop talking!!!"

The stall owner finally broke down, slamming the cleaver down on the cutting board with a bang, and squatted down with his hands covering his head.

"I give up! I bet! I only bet a little bit! What do you want from me?!"