Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

In the end, Charlize Theron signed an agency contract with the scout, Mr. John Crosby, and became his artist.

Charlize chose to pay half of the acting school fees, which naturally reduced the contract compensation by half.

In fact, if she could, she would have paid for it in full. But relying solely on her mother's support and her own part-time job to cover living expenses and rent was already quite tight. Squeezing out half of the acting school fees was already her limit.

John also suggested that she prepare some presentable clothes. She also had to find a way to pay for the wardrobe. Charlize couldn't bear to think about paying full tuition for acting school and what kind of life she would have to live.

Fortunately, Charlize Theron does not have American citizenship, so it is difficult for her to apply for credit cards or bank loans. She cannot spend ahead of time or live in debt.

As for borrowing money, her pride wouldn't allow it, and Henry's warning was also a factor. While debts of gratitude are difficult to repay, financial debts are more likely to escalate into disputes, becoming legal shackles that bind her.

Henry certainly did not help in this matter or provide financial assistance.

John Crosby's money is hot, but Henry Brown's money won't bite? From Charlize Theron's perspective, both are the same.

At least for this young girl who is just starting out, she knows very well where the boundary line is and will not easily try to cross it.

I thought the matter would end here. Given this girl's sense of boundaries, she wouldn't ask me out for dinner every other day, expecting me to pay.

Who knew that the next day, I would receive another call from Charlize Theron.

"Hello, Henry. This is Charlize Theron."

"Good day, Ms. Theron."

"Oh, Henry, just call me Charlize. Calling me Ms. Theron makes it seem like we're strangers."

"OK, Charlize. You just signed a contract with Mr. Crosby. Didn't he give you some instructions? When we talked yesterday, Mr. Crosby seemed to have made a lot of arrangements for your future plans."

Charlize Theron said on the phone: "In fact, this is why I called and wanted to ask you for help. I am still living in a motel, and John wants me to use these two days to find a place to stay.

"Even if I can't move in right away, I still need a semi-permanent address. He gave me some advice, but I still want to call you and ask if you have any trustworthy rental agents."

"Oh, I see. Remember this number."

"Okay, wait a moment." From the other end of the line, someone frantically searched for paper and pen. "Okay, go ahead."

Henry gave out a phone number and said, "The rental agent is Fabio Romano. I found the house I live in now through him.

"Just tell him you're Giovanni from the photo studio and that Henry from Old Gary's office introduced us. He'll know about us. I think the properties he has are pretty friendly to people new to Hollywood. You can make an appointment with him yourself."

"Oh, thanks, Henry. You've been so helpful."

"Do you need me to help you find a house?" Henry said this more as a courtesy and didn't really mean anything.

Charlize, on the other end of the line, responded quickly. "Is this necessary? What kind of person is this Mr. Romano?" she asked.

"A passionate Italian, and a good talker."

"Ah, I know this kind of person. I worked for an Italian modeling agency and traveled around Europe for a whole year. I've become immune to the enthusiasm of Italians."

"Haha, now I believe you can handle him. If he does anything rude, remember to tell me and I'll help you kick his ass. I've wanted to do this for a long time, but I just couldn't find a good excuse."

"Uh, do I have to suffer first?"

"You can also just tell him that. And when he's done sweet talking, I'd be very grateful if you could give him the middle finger."

"OK, I know what to do." Charlize said helplessly on the phone.

"Okay. If you're looking for an apartment today, it'll be very busy. I won't waste your time. See you next time."

"Thank you, Henry."

"You're welcome. We're helping each other."

After hanging up the phone, Henry whistled, feeling strangely good. Then Katie pounced from behind!

"Roar!"

:breakfast!

"Fuck you, Katie, you're a tiger. Oh, no, a tabby cat. Someone who doesn't know you would think you're a pig. If you're three minutes late feeding me, you're not normal."

“Roar~.”

: Forget friends when you see beauty.

"Fuck! Who taught you such a complicated sentence? Tell me! Today, he's your fodder."

Henry grabbed the tiger's paw that was trying to mess up his hair, grabbed Katie's neck skin, and threw her onto the steel cat climbing frame.

Katie easily twisted her body in the air and landed on all fours like a nimble cat, then persevered and jumped down again, wanting to continue teasing Henry until he finished his breakfast.

Henry had no choice but to take out the warm beef that the butcher had just delivered that morning from the refrigerator and throw it directly into Katie's feeding bowl.

Tigers don't care about how cooked their food is. Even if you put cooked and raw food side by side, they'll eat the raw food first. Warm food goes before food that's been refrigerated for a few days, and then frozen food.

The best feed, of course, was the kind that was served to Katie freshly necked and before the blood had even been released. Henry didn't even bother to complain about the carnivore's dietary preferences.

But as long as he didn't stare at the two-legged animals walking on the street outside the window all day and drool, Henry felt that being a little tired was no big deal.

It turns out that raising a pet is like serving an ancestor. Henry is a little regretful. If it weren't for the tiger penis that died of natural causes, Henry wouldn't have gone to so much trouble.

Katie, who was eating her meat, suddenly felt a chill down her spine. She looked at the Kryptonian with a kind smile in worry.

Oh, tiger spine and tiger marrow are also good things, they can't let it get cold. The friendly Kryptonian wanted to go forward and stroke the tiger's head a few times to express his affection and let the little tiger not worry too much.

Katie was panicking. What should she do if she was targeted by a Kryptonian two-legged beast? But no other tiger had taught her.

After playing with Katie for a while, Henry heard a peculiar high-pitched sound. It was the call bell of the black clinic ringing again.

It was early in the morning, and another person had been shot and was seeking medical attention. Henry complained about the unlucky guy, who he didn't know whether it was a black man or a Mexican, while he found the tinker's clothes and changed into them.

Chapter 281 Another Daily Life in Los Angeles

The Black Clinic is very busy today.

The incident started when the university, which had a semester system, had a three-month summer break. The bored college students started throwing parties, which naturally attracted some drug dealers.

Then two gangs both thought the party venue was their territory, and in order to seize the market, they started fighting in the middle of the night.

Now, anyone who is still alive and has connections is sent to the repairman. After all, as long as they are not killed on the spot, they will survive if they are sent to the repairman.

As for why the wounded had to wait until morning to be treated after a night-time brawl? This was because these people were being frugal and wanted to save money, so they treated the injuries of their own gang members themselves.

The price a mechanic charges for a life-saving treatment is already the lowest it can be for many street-level individuals. Not only will the hospital rip you off, but they'll also call the police and arrest you. That's no comparison to the mechanic's service.

But for a group of black guys or Mexicans who always want to hold the repairman at gunpoint and order him to treat them for free in a rap-like tone, the price of life is still money, no matter how cheap it is. Of course, they prefer free service.

After trying a few times and failing to gain any advantage, these street thugs naturally developed their own standards for who to send for medical treatment and who not to send.

It's just a gunshot wound. Dig out the bullet, stop the bleeding. What's the big deal? Isn't that what everyone does?

If they can handle it themselves, they will certainly not send it to the repairman for treatment.

If they can't be dealt with, if their injuries are too severe, and if they have no connections in the gang, then they're dead, and no one will grieve for them.

If someone's brother or relative is injured and can't be cured by his own people, and can't die, he can only be sent to the repairman.

Apparently, after a screening process, the tinker's black clinic had already welcomed over ten groups of injured people on this important day. Their single-day revenue was nearly a thousand. One could only imagine how many people were injured.

By the time Henry returned to his rental house, it was already afternoon.

Fortunately, I had prepared Katie's lunch before I went out, otherwise the house would be in chaos.

I went to the fresh food supermarket and bought a bunch of fruits and vegetables.

One of the downsides of running an illegal clinic is that while there's income, it's all dirty money that needs to be laundered, making it difficult to deposit into a bank. So, they have to look for purchases that can be paid with cash, slowly draining the illicit funds.

This means that Henry's food can be said to be quite luxurious.

As a major agricultural exporting country, the United States has a very rich variety of agricultural and animal husbandry products.

But not all agricultural products are green and safe. For example, genetically modified foods, which are the most criticized, are genetically modified mainly to improve quality, yield, and resistance to pests and diseases.

It’s hard to say directly that the claim of improving nutritional value is a lie; all I can say is that it’s a statistical number game.

The so-called quality refers solely to the appearance of the crop. Simply put, it means it looks larger, tastes better, and sells better. In reality, its actual nutritional value may be lower than that of the original variety.

Then, a very American move is to get a bunch of research institutions to endorse this thing, saying it's good. Then, they push for relevant legislation to legalize it, set standards, and force the world to accept it. Then, they dump it all over the world, and it ends up on the tables of the poor.

...At least the four major grain traders, ABCD, were smart enough not to directly add chemicals to food. Anything that works quickly gets exposed quickly, making it easier to connect the dots.

The American approach is to clearly know that something is problematic, but rely on the endorsement and certification of powerful research institutions, making it impossible to find a causal relationship between the problems and to directly and definitively say that something is problematic.

Since there's no proof of a problem, it's legal and can be sold. So, we sell it to the world...

In short, even within the United States, the market is still flooded with agricultural products made with American technology, and they are on the tables of low-income families.

If you want to eat some truly environmentally friendly and pollution-free green food, it is not cheap. The worst part is that even if you pay too much, it is not necessarily guaranteed to be green and pollution-free food.

For average-income blue-collar or white-collar workers, even eating healthy is difficult. If Henry didn't have some illegal income, he wouldn't be able to afford even the barely acceptable agricultural and livestock products. And that's not even considering the truly premium, speciality products.

Even if you can rely on your Kryptonian nose to find bargains, you can't always find one or two less rotten apples among a pile of rotten apples.

So when it's time to pay more, you still have to buy it. At least Henry can be sure that what he buys is not a low-quality product that is just a sham.

Just as Henry was returning home with a paper bag of fruits and vegetables, Old Gary was standing on the street chatting with someone. He saw the man get out of the car and immediately called out, "Henry, you're back."

"Good day, Gary."

"I heard this is your friend?" Old Gary pointed at the man and said.

The person he was talking to turned around, and it was indeed that familiar face. Henry smiled and greeted them, "Charlize, Fabio. You guys are looking for a house, so you came here too."

"Henry!" "Hey, little Henry."

Charlize showed a look of surprise, while Fabio made an even more exaggerated expression, and looked like he wanted to rush over and give her a big hug.

It was Henry holding a large paper bag that blocked Fabio's hug from the front, which made him give up the idea. However, when he stepped forward, he took a large tomato from Henry's paper bag and bit it, and the juice was dripping from it.

Henry didn't take it seriously and took out two apples from the paper bag. He gave one to Old Gary and threw the other to Charlize Theron. He said, "Looks like you guys have been running around for most of the day. Did you have a good lunch?"

"Yes, Mr. Romano and I went to dine at Ms. Saria's restaurant."

Henry said in Italian: "Ah, delicious Italian food. I have wanted to ask Saizeriya for their pesto recipe many times."

"But Salia always says that she would rather sleep with me than give me the formula. I don't know whether I should be happy or disappointed."

Fabio laughed and said, "She took advantage of you by sleeping with you. You took advantage of her by handing over the formula. So, what do you think a smart Italian woman would choose?"

Having lived in Milan, Italy, and worked for an Italian company, Charlize Theron was no stranger to the language. Although she wasn't as fluent as the other two, she understood most of what was said.

In response to the two men's dirty jokes, she also used Italian and said haltingly: "Maybe you should accompany Salia a few times and exchange the recipe for the pesto."

Fabio was equally delighted and said with a smile, "Charlize's idea is good. Little Henry, have you considered it? I'll help you negotiate with Salia."

Henry rolled his eyes at everyone.

Chapter 282: Future Movie Queen in Search of a House

"You two were looking for a house and came to Gary's place." Henry asked, changing the subject.

Fabio answered first, "If a single woman wants to live, I can't recommend her to some overly messy neighborhood. But the rents for the houses that are suitable are too high. Charlize hopes to look for more."

"So I brought her to Gary's place to try her luck. You know, you can't just live here if you want to. Gary has to agree."

At this time, everyone's attention was focused on old Gary, who had tied his T-shirt at his waist, exposing his belly, wearing tight rhythmic pants, and eye shadow.

The charming landlord hesitated for a while before saying, "Henry, your friend is a good one. If she wants to move in, I can show her some vacant rooms. I also have rooms for subletting, and the rent is much cheaper."

"Really, Gary? That's great." Charlize said happily.

Old Gary said, "Young girl, you've earned this. Do you know how many people, seeing me, would reveal a disgusted expression? Of course, I don't like that expression, like seeing prey."

"What I call screening is just looking for tenants who can tolerate my personality. I finally found myself, so I have the right to choose those who will not despise me and live with me."

Charlize agreed, saying, "Of course, Gary, it's your right. You're just being yourself. It's better than being violent towards others."

Old Gary said happily: "Aha, good girl, I knew I would like you. My top floor is a small suite. Although you have to climb stairs, it is very private.

"If you want a cheaper rent, I have a whole house with rooms that are shared. One of the rooms is occupied by girls. The vacant room belongs to a female college student who just graduated and moved out this year. You can go and take a look."

Charlize smiled and said, "Gary, then take me to see everything."

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll get a key." Old Gary said, and walked into his room.

Seeing this, Henry said, "Then you guys go ahead and do your work. I also have to put the things I bought in the refrigerator." He didn't want to follow and interfere with other people's decision-making.

If Charlize Theron makes an irrational decision about her finances out of consideration for others, guess who this South African beauty will blame in the future? If it's because she can't refuse out of consideration for others, that's even more sinful.

"Okay, see you later." "See you later."

After saying goodbye to Charlize and Fabio, Henry went straight up to the third floor, returned to his room, and sorted out his refrigerator.