Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

Is Caesar really conquering for this? Are you kidding me about your lack of education? The Kryptonian is in self-doubt.

One of the characteristics of Italians is that they use a lot of gestures when speaking. Their speech is like a personal stage play, with one set after another, which is dazzling and very persuasive.

Henry was fooled anyway. You don't even need to drive here, just two blocks across, to a seemingly ordinary Italian restaurant.

The chefs and waiters inside were a couple, they were fat and kind-hearted, and always smiling.

The restaurant was a bit busy because it was lunchtime, but the aroma of the food made Henry's appetite grow fonder before he even tasted it.

I took my friends to a secluded empty seat and the aunt came over to greet us warmly and handed us the menu.

After chatting with his fellow villagers in Yi language for a while, he said, "What do you want to eat?"

"One pasta with clams and pesto, one pizza, one arancini. And a bottle of house wine."

Henry's big appetite made the Italian and the aunt look at him strangely.

My shy Kryptonian had no choice but to explain: "The food here smells so good, I want to try it. Let's try these three today. Don't worry about me wasting food, I can eat a lot."

Then he turned to the Italian and said, "Let's each pay for our lunch. Don't worry about me eating you out."

The woman beamed at the compliment and responded with another wave of dancing. Henry secretly thought that if he could find time to learn Italian, he wouldn't have to look so confused and just smile like he did now.

Oh, if you think about it this way, it's worth learning languages ​​like French, German, Swedish, Danish, Greek, Spanish, and Portuguese, because you might hear them in the United States.

The Italian, who was hinted that he didn't have to pay, ordered himself a plate of macaroni. He remained enthusiastic and said, "If you can eat, the food here will definitely satisfy you."

Before the food was served, the aunt brought a bottle of freshly opened white wine.

Henry's Kryptonian constitution prevented him from getting drunk, but in European cuisine, wine is an integral part of the meal. French cuisine even uses the term "Mariage" to describe the perfect combination of food and wine. That's why Henry ordered a bottle of wine.

Henry poured himself and the Italian a glass of Italian white wine, took a sip, and swished it in his mouth. A wonderful astringency stimulated his taste buds.

But Henry wasn't here just for the food. He put down his glass and said to the Italian, "You should have some information about the house in your bag. Can I see it?" Henry glanced at the briefcase the Italian had brought.

"No rush, young man. Let me ask you first: What is your purpose for coming to Los Angeles? How long do you plan to stay? Do you have any budget constraints? Do you mind sharing a house with someone? Tell me these questions first, and I'll help you find some suitable houses."

Well, that's fine. These are indeed things to consider.

Henry said, "I'm looking for some opportunities in Hollywood. I don't know how long I'll be staying here, but it'll be at least a year. As for the budget, I'd rather not go for something too expensive, like a regular apartment, not just a Beverly Hills villa. If I'm going to share the place..."

We could share the room, and the rent would definitely be cheaper. But Henry had some secrets, and besides, he had enough money, so there was no need to gamble on whether the other tenants would be easy to get along with, let alone hope for a beautiful tenant to be his best friend.

As the saying goes, money in the pocket brings peace of mind. Henry said, "I can afford to rent a house for one person, so a bigger house won't matter."

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Chapter 39 Rental Options

The Italian guy is not the kind of black agent who only wants to cheat money. He does have some properties available.

After rummaging through his briefcase for a while, he pulled out a few sheets of information and spread them out on the table. He said, "There are houses near Hollywood listed here, but they're not cheap if you rent them alone. Most people share them."

"A little further out, on the edge of downtown Los Angeles, there are still some nice apartments. For example, this one in Santa Monica is close to the beach, and the view is just out the window. It's a beautiful view."

Looking at the documents that were clearly divided into two piles, Henry asked, "Is there any difference between the two?"

The Italian guy explained, "One is house escrow. The owner entrusts the house to us, and if you need it, you can contact us directly. We will also handle any problems in the future.

"The other option is simply for the landlord to rent out their property. We help the landlord find a suitable tenant. Once the contract is signed, if you have any future questions, you can contact the landlord directly. Of course, you can also go through us, but it will incur additional fees."

Henry understood now. He also understood why the stack of documents related to the property management company was placed at the front. These real estate agents probably received a commission every month, in addition to the initial commission.

However, for landlords looking to rent out their properties, they only take the initial commission. This is why you have to pay them separately if you need to contact them later. To put it bluntly, they make less money.

But he brought out both types of information at the beginning. Should we say that he is good at business or not good at business?

However, Henry still looked up to the other party because of his frank attitude.

A quick glance at the information in my hand revealed that the pasta and macaroni were served first. The pizzas were baked fresh, and the rice balls were fried fresh. They were still being made.

After the food was served on the table, the aunt stood happily by and was in no hurry to leave.

Henry rolled up a piece of dough and stuffed it into his mouth. The freshness of the clams and the pesto sauce was so rich and tangy that it made his eyes widen almost as soon as he took a bite.

"Buono!" He made a mouth-exploding gesture. This was the gesture Henry remembered from European and American TV shows and movies, when Italians praised their food.

As expected, Henry's words and actions immediately made Auntie's heart burst with joy. After a while of mumbling, she happily turned to the kitchen.

Henry had to ask the Italian for help, "What did she just say?"

"Saria just said that she's happy that you like it. Eat more, and she'll prepare the other dishes you ordered."

As both are Indo-European languages, their language structures are similar. This means you won't hear a long passage in one language translated into just a few words.

So after a quick comparison, even if the Italian translation is not accurate, it should be close to the original meaning.

Without further ado, he ate the entire plate of spaghetti. His movements were so swift, like a starving ghost reincarnated. No one would doubt whether Henry could finish the rest of the meal.

The wonderful thing is that the accompanying wine adds a different flavor to the original astringency. It is obvious that the chef of this restaurant does not just pick profitable ingredients to prepare the dishes, but really puts his heart into it.

The same goes for pizza and fried rice balls. Especially fried rice balls. As a time traveler whose staple food used to be rice, Henry had never eaten fried rice balls before, so he couldn't imagine it.

But after actually eating it, I found that there must be a reason why this recipe exists in Italy.

The key difference is the type of rice, which makes the mozzarella filling and breaded rice perfect for frying. The crispy exterior and soft interior create a multifaceted texture.

Henry showed off the big pizza that was shared by several people by himself, which left the other guests in the restaurant dumbfounded.

All in all, Henry was quite satisfied with the meal. It was as if the serious injury he had suffered from the pizza delivery last night had been healed.

Of course, he wasn't just busy eating. He also had to look at the housing information in his hand.

In addition to handwritten descriptions, some houses also include interior photos and views from the windows. This allows people to get a general idea of ​​the house without having to visit it, undoubtedly stimulating curiosity.

Seeing the photos' skills rivaling those of magazine-level photographers, Henry curiously asked, "Did you take these photos yourself?"

"No, I asked Giovanni to take the pictures. I went to a few rooms and when I had enough negatives for a roll, I asked Giovanni to go around and develop them. It's easier to get business with these pictures."

Giovanni was the owner of the studio where Henry had his ID photos taken, and honestly, he took some pretty good interior shots.

Especially the parts with sunlight, the dark areas are not too dark, and the bright areas are not too bright. Both sides can be seen clearly, and there is also a sense of beauty. In this era without photo editing, this skill of adjusting details can easily defeat many photographers.

But Henry didn't want to praise the old white man's photography skills at all. Thinking of his sales pitch that almost sounded like a forced sales pitch, he wanted to say to him: Bullshit! Eat my Kryptonian Iron Fist!

After picking out a few houses that Fabio, an Italian, had provided, Henry said, "If I want to see these houses, when can I arrange it?"

Henry's shortlist included the Santa Monica beachfront apartment. Fabio pulled out his notebook and said, "We have a few properties we're looking after, so you can come and see them anytime. For the others, we need to contact the owners, and the earliest we can do so will be tomorrow or later."

"Then go and see it if you can." Henry didn't think much about it.

After discussing it, the two decided that Fabio would drive and take a detour to see all the houses they could.

Henry gave up on the first apartment after just one glance. It was located in the city center, on a low floor, and the downside was that it was noisy.

There were cars coming and going on the main road, and since this wasn't a purely residential area, there were no restrictions on cars using horns. Sometimes, passersby would honk loudly enough that people upstairs could hear them.

Since this is an old building, you can imagine that the windows are not very soundproofed, and this is indeed the case.

Even though he paid out of his own pocket to improve the condition of the window, Henry had already heard strange noises coming from the drainpipe several times in the short time he had been in the room.

Henry didn't want to torture his super hearing like that, so he let it go.

Santa Monica is technically a wealthy area, and it's on the coast, so the scenery is indeed beautiful. But the house Fabio has is on the top floor of an old apartment building.

As for the top floor, as anyone who has lived there knows, it's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. Plus, it's near the sea, so it's humid and the air is salty.

Don’t ask what the physical phenomenon of the latter is. The fact is that if the ironwork of these houses on the coast is not painted regularly, it will start to rust after being exposed for a period of time.

This Santa Monica apartment penthouse is just such a case. The location is great and the view is great, but the natural living environment is a big problem.

Considering that he could use electronic devices, Henry had no choice but to give up.

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Chapter 40 Looking for a house

The Kryptonian who traveled to the new world thought that his house-hunting criteria were no standards, as long as it was liveable. But when he actually looked carefully, he found that every house had more or less flaws that Henry could not tolerate.

It can also be said that if it weren't for these shortcomings, these houses that seem to be in good condition would not have fallen into Fabio's hands.

In the Los Angeles rental industry, he was considered lower-middle class, a perfect fit for a young man with nothing who came to Hollywood to pursue his dream of stardom.

But someone like Henry, with his modest wealth and a secret to hide, was wary of unnecessary trouble. So while he claimed to be unpicky, he actually found flaws everywhere he looked. It was quite like the way fairies in later generations choose their mates.

Fortunately, Fabio had seen all kinds of people, so it was normal to travel more in order to make money. For the next two or three days, he took Henry to visit all the properties their company had, as long as Henry liked them.

Henry finally settled on an apartment building near a Portuguese-speaking neighborhood. It wasn't a high-end neighborhood, but at least there were no vendors selling rice or silver on the nearby streets.

However, when ethnic minorities gather together, public security is only fair to outsiders. Unless they are of the same ethnicity, where they can look out for each other, public security is significantly improved.

The owner lives on the first floor and personally manages the entire apartment. New tenants must be scrutinized by him. If the owner isn't satisfied, there's nothing the tenant can do, even if they want to.

Although the apartment building is close to the Portuguese-speaking community, the owner is not an immigrant from Brazil, but a family that has lived here since the rise of Hollywood.

However, the family had dwindled, and by the time of the owner's generation, he was left alone. He had a divorced wife, and his children were given to his mother.

To him, immigrants are outsiders, so he doesn't restrict the rentals to a certain ethnic group or a certain occupation.

It’s only if he likes it.

When Henry first heard Fabio's introduction, he thought he was a difficult character. But when he arrived, he found out that he was a bald old man with a quirky look, wearing lipstick and eye shadow.

...I fully understand why my son wants to be with his mother.

My Kryptonian Iron Fist is itching again. It turns out that it's not the landlord who chooses the tenant, but whether the tenant can withstand the natural selection from the landlord.

"Gary, I'm here." The Italian guy gave the bald owner a warm hug.

The old man gave Henry a coquettish look, which made the visitor stunned and doubt his life.

"Another young man has come to this land of dreams. What kind of person are you? Are you chasing the dream of becoming a star? Do you want to realize the American dream? Or are you looking for opportunities in the big city?" the little old man asked in a very arrogant tone.

Although always prepared, if the opponent dares to dance cheek to cheek, the Kryptonian Iron Fist of justice can strike at any time.

But old man Gary had a clear sense of boundaries, and there was no predatory excitement in his eyes. It could be said that he was just being nice, not trying to hook up with anyone.

To put it another way, Gary is like someone who likes to cosplay, but he doesn't have a specific persona.

Besides, while visual kei bands originated in England, they were also heavily influenced by the US. Dressing up as monsters is fine, so who says you can't dress up as a slut?

In short, Old Gary seemed to have completely let himself go after his wife and children left him, although Henry didn't know whether this was the cause or the result of his divorce.

Since he was asked, Henry certainly wouldn't be so rude as to not respond. He said, "I'm mainly here to see what a big city is like, so I'll try a little bit of everything. If I'm disappointed, I'll go back to Alaska."

This is the truth. Henry has no intention of living a life of luxury in a big city.

After all, this is the Marvel Universe with mutants and Captain America.

And according to Old John, he once wanted to join the Howling Commandos but failed to pass the threshold. So it is reasonable to suspect that the werewolves, vampires, Frankenstein and mummies in the Howling Commandos are real.

Who knows if there's more to this? With our Kryptonian physique, which can be transformed by absorbing yellow sunlight, it wouldn't be surprising if a Bruce Wayne without parents popped up somewhere.

If that ever happened, Henry would just go back to Alaska and live a life of true luck, relying on his kryptonian eyes to dig out gold and never starve to death.

"Alaska." Gary walked around Henry, as if he was commenting on him. He suddenly asked, "Are you from the West?"

The Red Empire in the west was in chaos. Those who could escape would, of course, flee, even to the home of an old enemy.

Honestly, he did have some connection to the Red Empire. But it was hard to clarify. Henry didn't want to expose the fact that he was an alien in this world. So he shook his head and said, "It's just Alaska."

"Okay, it's just Mr. Alaska. If you are planning to rent a house, come up and take a look." Gary no longer insisted on asking, and directly picked up the big bunch of keys at his waist, opened the door of the stairwell on the first floor, and walked in.

The Italian guy was also behind him, making a "please" gesture, inviting Henry. At the same time, he said: "Don't worry, Mr. Gary is very friendly. He just has a little peculiar habit."

Did you know that before we traveled through time, we witnessed the might of the Thunder King eradicating all bad habits? He believed that if you don't correct them, you'll be crippled. Anyway, if you're paralyzed by electricity, you can't do any bad habits anymore, right?

So Henry shrugged and said, "As long as you don't force me to do the same thing, I won't discriminate." I'm not the King of Thunder and Lightning, but I'm a professional at helping people reincarnate.

And Henry was telling the truth. Compared to the bizarre, PC-first America of the future, the mental illness of this era is much milder.

The apartment Gary offered was a corner room on the third floor of an apartment building. It had windows on two sides and wasn't large, but it had all the basic amenities, including a kitchen, refrigerator, bed, wardrobe, bookcase, desk, bathroom, and washing machine.

All the furniture looks neat and clean, showing the care taken by the residents or managers to maintain it. It is in a state where you can move in right away.

Old Gary stood at the door and said, "I believe Fabio has already told you about my conditions here. It's important to emphasize again that pets are not allowed. You can have friends over, but noisy parties with banging music are not welcome."

"I don't care if you're high or not. But if you dare to get high in my apartment and start causing trouble, I will definitely kick you out onto the street. Do you understand?"

"That's reasonable, I have no objection."

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