Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

Speaking of my experiences before crossing over, my best skill was pretending. Either playing dumb or playing dead. It was almost instinctive to not show off one's wealth.

It was afternoon, and the restaurant was empty. Henry chose a spot in the sun to sit down, put his belongings in a dark place, and of course, took off his coat.

The waitress came over quickly with a coffee pot and asked, "Hot coffee?"

"Yes, please?" The empty coffee cup was upside down on the small saucer on the table. Henry turned the cup over and asked for a cup of coffee.

While the fat waitress was pouring coffee, she asked, "Do you need anything else?"

"Anything else to eat, sweetheart? I haven't had lunch yet."

The plump waitress, as if immune to sweet talk, gave Ji a well-placed eye roll. It wasn't offensive, but it made her point clear. "We have bacon, sausage, and poached eggs," she said. "We can even fry you a steak if you like."

"Please give me one of each. I'm starving." Henry gulped down his coffee and said, "Oh, honey, if you don't mind, you can keep the coffee pot."

"OK, if you need it." After the fat waitress added coffee to Henry's cup, she left the half-full coffee pot in her hand and went to the kitchen.

Although her expression was full of disdain, one could tell from the way she walked away that her mood had improved compared to her previous steps.

Soon, a plate full of bacon, sausage, and poached eggs arrived. The plump waitress, while not quite as cautious, was much more gentle. "The steak will be slow, so let's have these first. Would you like some bread or crackers?"

"Some bread, please."

At this moment, she noticed Henry was looking at a map. The fat waitress casually asked, "Are you here to study? To sightsee? Or to pursue your dream of becoming a star?"

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Chapter 32 News

Putting down the map, Henry said, "I hope to get a little of both. But the last one is really a matter of luck, isn't it?"

Glancing up and down at Henry, the fat waitress said teasingly, "Don't worry, with your money, you'll be very popular even in the Sacred Valley in the north."

In addition to being a tourist attraction, the San Fernando Valley is most famous for being home to more than 300 pornographic film production companies.

In response to the fat waitress's mild retort, Henry said self-deprecatingly, "I hope I won't end up like that so soon."

After saying that, he neatly rolled up the bacon with a fork and stuffed it directly into his mouth without even cutting it. While chewing, he gave a thumbs-up and praised: "Hmm, it tastes really good."

The fat waitress was a little proud and said, "Eat slowly."

Henry picked up a knife and cut the sausage into pieces. He didn't want to perform a whole sausage swallowing feat. Choking to death was one thing, but being thought gay enough to appear in a Sacred Valley movie was more dangerous. So he decided to be more polite.

When he praised the taste of bacon, it was not just flattery, it really tasted good.

He had chosen this family restaurant carefully. Now it seemed that his trained sense of smell was reliable.

After cutting up the food, Henry ate it with a fork while reading the newspaper. He had already memorized the contents of the map and would keep it with him for future reference.

The headlines in the newspapers were very convincing, saying that the red empire near the Arctic Circle was about to collapse.

But at this stage, the Americans probably just want to alarmist, mislead and criticize. They probably haven't considered that they can really bring down a powerful country with just words.

When you open the newspaper, the other pages are full of news related to Christmas, where events are being held, where there are fundraising activities, where you can get aid, what celebrities have made public statements, all nonsense.

Henry pays a little more attention to the entertainment and sports section.

The NBA regular season runs from October to April of the following year, followed by the playoffs and the finals in June.

Reports depicted Michael Jordan leading the Chicago Bulls to unstoppable dominance. 91 will be remembered as the beginning of the Bulls dynasty. Throughout the 90s, the NBA trembled under the dominance of the Black Jesus.

The Major League Baseball season runs roughly from April to October of each year, and right now is the rest and training period after the finals. Therefore, there isn't much news in the newspapers right now.

Speaking of which, the NBA's expansion into a large league just meets the entertainment needs of sports events throughout the year.

But the real popular sport in the United States is the NFL, or American football. It starts with preseason games in August, the regular season in September, and ends with the Super Bowl in February of the following year.

But compared to basketball and baseball, which can spread across the world and attract players from all over the world to the United States to participate in professional games, American football is more like a game that Americans play behind closed doors in their own homes.

In terms of movies, Christmas happens to be the peak season for movies, and it is also the period when competition for the Golden Globe Awards and the Academy Awards is the most intense.

The notorious Harvey Weinstein hadn't yet dominated Hollywood's awards season, so the smear campaigns hadn't dominated the news.

Many movies have been the focus of discussion this year, including the most anticipated "Dances with Wolves", the milestone romance films "The Sixth Sense" and "Pretty Woman", the classic comedy "Home Alone", and various sequels to famous works.

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Henry even noticed that there was a Captain America movie coming out this year. The revamped plot tells the story of Captain America, who survived World War II, saving the President of the United States from a crime family that disliked environmental policies.

In a world where Captain actually existed, Hollywood still had the audacity to fabricate a story like this, treating it like a celebrity biography and making a parody of it. This truly shows a disregard for Captain... Oh, Captain doesn't have any surviving family, but rather a disregard for the US military.

However, since the 86 release of Top Gun, which sparked a surge in naval recruitment, the US military and Hollywood have been colluding in recent years.

Let Captain America come out to save the President of the United States. Can the military say no?

Surprisingly, perhaps because Captain Marvel actually exists in this world, this movie didn't receive the same level of attention as other superhero movies, where people are put off by the cheap, five-cent special effects.

Although I haven't seen the 90 Captain America feature film in this world, judging from the hype in the newspapers, it is intended to be on par with this year's hit "Dances with Wolves".

Even outstanding actors and directors such as Kevin Costner, Whoopi Goldberg, Francis Ford Coppola, and Martin Scorsese have praised Captain America.

Of course, most of the comments were about praising this anti-fascist hero who was famous during World War II, and there was not much comment on the movie.

It seems they also know that you can't touch the tiger's butt. Although the captain is gone, the US military is still there.

Even during the Vietnam War, the classic US military recruitment advertisement "I_WANT_YOU" changed the image of Uncle Sam to Captain America, which shows that Captain America's influence is far more profound than just one generation.

Next comes some gossip about the entertainment industry, both true and false.

As for the hype surrounding next year's films, there isn't a single report on it. Perhaps this has something to do with everyone's focus on award shows like the Golden Globes and the Oscars.

While I was reading the newspaper, the steak was served, along with a plate of French fries. The bread that had just been delivered had already been devoured.

Henry started chopping the food, then put the knife down and ate while reading the newspaper, throwing all the table manners out of the window. This is a family restaurant, not a fine dining restaurant, so they don't care about such things.

By the time he put the last piece of steak into his mouth, he had almost finished reading the newspaper.

Filling his own cup of coffee, Henry waved and asked, "Honey, do you have the Yellow Pages?"

The fat waitress pointed to the platform under the pay phone next to the door, where a thick phone book lay.

Henry walked over, took the phone book back to his seat, and started looking through it.

In this era without Internet search, if you wanted to find information about shops in a certain industry, you had to go to a bar and ask the bartender, or go to a dark alley and look for a gossip.

Instead, they directly look for the telephone directory called the Yellow Pages, which is a search tool from ancient times.

Yellow Pages are usually provided free of charge by telephone companies, and the advertisements they publish are their source of income. Even if there is no advertising space, you can probably tell what the company does by just looking at the company name.

There are even personal phone numbers listed, searchable alphabetically.

If this happens in twenty years, I will be sued to death for leaking personal information.

But in this day and age, this is normal.

Of course, the Yellow Pages are not updated too frequently, basically once a year.

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Chapter 33 First Steps in Los Angeles

The fat waitress came over and replaced Henry's pot of coffee, and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"I need to find a cheap motel first, otherwise I'll have to sleep in the park tonight."

Henry, the fat waitress, flipped through the yellow pages, turned the page, pointed to a restaurant, and said, "Let's go to this one, it's not bad."

"Oh." This was a hotel in northern Los Angeles, near Hollywood. It seemed the plump waitress had fully considered Henry's needs before making this recommendation.

Otherwise, if she wanted to take a commission, she should at least recommend a hotel near the restaurant, so that she could go to the restaurant and ask for a commission. If it was too far away, it would be difficult to go to the restaurant and say that the customer was referred by herself.

Henry wrote down the simple message from the Yellow Pages and said, "Thanks." At the same time, he rummaged through his pockets, collected the cost of the meal, and left a generous tip.

Seeing the amount of the tip, the fat waitress finally grinned.

It seems that no matter how many sweet words are said, they can never compare to real money.

Putting the Yellow Pages back in its place, taking the map, newspaper and his own things, Henry got back into the car and headed towards his destination.

If you plan to develop in Los Angeles, renting a house is necessary. You may not be able to afford a satisfactory house.

Although I'm not afraid of bullets, I'm still annoyed by the constant thieves coming to my house. So I still have to consider the public security issue.

However, renting an apartment takes time, and I can't spend the entire time in my car. Finding a hotel is the best option.

Henry didn't plan to look for one himself, but drove directly to the motel recommended by the fat waitress.

I walked around the area briefly and didn't see any strange men or women standing in the streets.

The so-called odd couples are usually either tattooed or slovenly dressed, while the women are ostentatiously dressed but with minimal clothing. Of course, in the dead of winter, these women might just wear a miniskirt and a fur coat.

This kind of people either sell rice or silver. But they are not everywhere, they only appear in some streets with poor security.

The hotel the fat waitress recommended had no such people in the surrounding streets. This was a testament to the good public security.

After parking the car in the motel parking lot, Henry took his belongings, including the most important backpack containing hundreds of thousands of cash, and went to the counter.

At first glance, the hotel counter looked unmanned, but in fact, someone was sitting behind it, hidden by the high counter. The TV behind the counter was playing a program, and the woman who was supposed to be watching was happily enjoying a soap opera, enjoying chips and a Coke.

After ringing the call bell twice, Henry had already spotted the older woman with her legs crossed. She seemed to have noticed him out of the corner of her eye, but she remained focused on watching TV without turning her head or eyes.

When she heard the ringtone, the elder sister stopped pretending and asked, "What's going on?"

"How much per person per night?"

"20 pieces." The elder sister said without raising her head.

Henry pulled a crumpled hundred-dollar bill from his breast pocket and slapped it on the counter. "Here's five nights' money. Keys."

The older woman, as if she'd practiced this, remained in the same position. She took the key from the wall with her right hand, then took it with her left hand and placed it on the counter. Then she pushed the register over and said, "Register your name." She then touched the banknotes.

It was only when he received the banknote that the venerable man shifted his eyes to confirm the denomination of the banknote.

But they don't even check to see if the banknotes are real or fake. It can only be said that the Americans of this era are extremely confident. They don't take the fact that US dollars are the most counterfeited in the world seriously.

Anyway, given the dollar's global economic status, no matter how much more it is issued, the whole world will pay for it, not just the United States. So they have nothing to fear.

And with so many shady underground activities going on in the United States, would any gang dare to report counterfeit money to the police? Even if they knew it was fake, as long as it wasn't too exaggerated, they would still treat it as real and continue to use it.

Just don't deposit it in the bank, and don't openly use it to pay federal agencies, especially the IRS. Anyone who dares to pay taxes with counterfeit money is basically like a traitor.

As for the motel's guest register, it was handwritten. Even Henry, who had a super brain, could only recognize a few names in the flamboyant handwriting.

Looking at the signature on it, it is comparable to a prescription signed by a doctor.

He wanted to write his name down, but for some reason, Henry signed it with a sloppy handwriting as "Clark Kent".

Anyway, it feels weird that my elder sister didn't verify her identity and just left the official name she is currently using.

It was like before I traveled through time, when I would register on any website I wanted, as long as it wasn't important, I would just apply for a fake email address and register. It was almost like an instinct to protect my personal information online.

Seeing that the older woman hadn't confirmed it, Henry accepted the room key with a sullen look on his face. He felt a slight increase in his concern for the safety of the area.

Henry asked again, "Is there a Yellow Pages?"

"They're all next to the phones in the rooms. Hahahaha."

This was a direct response, not a dismissive one. However, the laughter was due to a funny moment in the soap opera. It had nothing to do with Henry.

Anyway, at 20 yuan a night, it's a very cheap price. I couldn't ask for more.

Entering the motel room, it was just like something you'd seen in a movie or TV show, a little spartan even. But the cleanliness was impeccable, with everything that needed cleaning and changing done properly.

At least the strong smell of detergent on the sheets almost made Henry, who had a super sense of smell, faint.

It is impossible to assess how much bacteria the sheets contain, but the amount of detergent used is definitely generous, almost comparable to dry cleaning without water but with detergent.

The Yellow Pages that Henry specifically requested were placed under the phone.

I took a quick look at the cover and saw that it was an old Yellow Pages phone book, not from this year.

However, Henry wasn't looking for a company that had just opened this year, so it didn't matter whether the Yellow Pages were up to date or not.

Henry hung his coat on the clothes rack next to the door, threw his backpack aside, and lay down on the bed with its spring mattress still intact.

At this moment, the reality of being in Los Angeles suddenly hit me. The mattress I was lying on was no longer the bar couch in Alaska, nor was it Old John's lumpy spring bed, nor was it the cushion of a car driver's seat.

Although I don’t feel that the future is bleak, but being in a strange country, heading towards an unknown future, it would be a lie to say that I am not panicking.

The ability of Kryptonians only guarantees that they will not die, but it does not guarantee that they will succeed.

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