Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

Henry, who didn't want to tease the uncle, had to stop and nodded silently as a greeting.

I couldn't tell whether I was disappointed or expected; there were no new suitable jobs listed on the notice board, and no news of auditions from the union. Anyway, it was another day of coming home empty-handed.

The reason why I joined the production team of Devil Warrior was to add a good record to my qualifications.

But getting fired midway... that didn't seem like a good look. Should I include this experience in my acting profile? Henry wondered.

Henry bought ingredients for dinner and returned to his rented house early without planning to go to the library.

It wasn't like the house was completely uninhabited during this nearly month. Henry would still come back when the film crew was on vacation, so there wasn't a month's worth of dust in the house.

Using his super speed, Henry quickly cleaned the house. He then put all the newly bought items that needed to be refrigerated or frozen into the refrigerator and grabbed a can of beer.

Henry wouldn't get drunk, he just wanted a cool drink. Damn the warm water theory!

Fat House Happy Water is also an option, but it can’t compete with some country brands of beer, which are even more expensive than Coke and bottled water.

It’s America after all!

Henry's analysis revealed no advanced technology involved in the beer. The only reason it was so cheap and not a national hit was because it was bitter!

In short, Henry could only choose between the cloyingly sweet Happy Water and the bitterly cold beer, or drink the water from the tap.

It wasn't that the tap water wasn't good enough that Henry didn't drink it often. It was that the pipes in this apartment were old, and the water always had a rusty smell. For a Kryptonian with a super sense of taste, this was a bit torturous.

Maybe I should buy a water purifier, or make one myself, Henry thought.

Just when I was about to find a record to play, immerse my body, mind and soul in the music, and live a life of leisure, I didn't expect the phone to ring first.

"Hey, hey."

A voice came from the phone. "Hey, Henry, man, I heard you got into big trouble."

"Channing? Madfake, did the news spread so quickly? I just got back from San Diego this morning."

"This is Hollywood. Those tabloid reporters don't have as much information as people in the circle." The head of the action team he had worked with said proudly on the phone.

"What? Is there a rumor going around in the circle that they're teaming up to ban me?"

"There's a saying like that, after all, the mess you've caused this time is really huge. But the real owner hasn't made any such request, which has left everyone at a loss as to how to proceed."

"Oh, why didn't you think that you might have killed the wrong person? You didn't let him go. You just ripped me off in one go, clean and neat."

"You don't know this. People in Hollywood have always been unsure of what the Stark family is thinking. I've done many things where I thought I got a hint, but ended up being ridiculed by the Stark family."

"Someone from the Stark family?" This was what Henry was curious about.

Tony Stark was still in college—Henry didn't realize he was actually pursuing a Ph.D.—and unless he'd been stalking Hollywood women before he'd even grown all his hair, there wouldn't have been much of a legend left behind.

The person who can make Hollywood people tremble is Howard Stark.

According to the information he had before traveling through time, the prototype of Howard Stark was a real American tycoon - Howard Hughes.

He was a famous business tycoon, pilot, aeronautical engineer, philanthropist, and film producer. He also ran RKO, one of the eight major film studios in the 30s. He was a Hollywood man with a long and rich history.

In other words, the Howard Stark in this world actually has similar experiences to Howard Hughes.

As if to confirm Henry's guess, Channing said on the phone:

"You wouldn't think Stark Industries has nothing to do with Hollywood, would you? The best photography equipment is still produced by Stark Industries. The latest technology also originated from Stark Industries.

"The previous generation's Master Stark not only served as a producer and photographer, but he even starred in his own films. This is not to mention how many beauties from the Golden Age became part of his scandal list."

Old Stark is good at playing, and young Stark follows suit. This father and son are biological children, there is no doubt about it.

"Okay. The Starks are all freaks," Henry concluded. He added, "So, Channing, you called me today, didn't you? You didn't mean to laugh at me. Now that the story has spread like wildfire, the truth doesn't matter anymore."

"Hey, brother, of course not. It's actually very simple to resolve your issue. Just go apologize to Tony Stark, bow your head, and he won't say anything else, and the matter will be over. You wouldn't even do that, would you?"

Should I... agree to it? Henry wondered.

In order to show the Kryptonian's backbone, Tony Stark wants to see his forehead after he bows his head, and the only way is to ask the other party to be hit by the head!

But this is not the way to do things in the real world.

Based on my experience as a cow and horse for more than ten years before crossing over, I will definitely not die if I lower my head. It has nothing to do with whether I am a Kryptonian in this life.

Henry was concerned that Iron Man might not be a popular character in the original comics, but in the early days of the film world, he was a well-deserved protagonist.

Would approaching such a person go against the principle of my own obscene development?

But before considering these things, Henry first asked curiously: "Channing, are you saying that you can arrange a meeting between me and Tony Stark? Otherwise, how can I apologize to him?"

"Brother, stop joking. How could I possibly arrange something like this? You think too highly of me. I just happen to have an opportunity."

"what chance?"

Qian Ning said seriously, "My team members occasionally act as receptionists or bodyguards at banquets. I just happened to get another job, which mainly involves wealthy students from Caltech and their Silicon Valley alumni.

"And then there will be some celebrity guests and models. There's a good chance Tony Stark will be in attendance. Why don't you join as a receptionist and seize this opportunity?"

"Such an opportunity~." Henry dragged out the word, obviously reluctant.

"Okay, I'll be honest. I'm a little short on manpower, so consider it a favor. The work isn't tiring, there are beauties to look at, and you can even sneak in some drinks."

Chapter 72 Rich Man’s Party

In the end, Henry agreed to Channing's request and became a member of the banquet staff.

The idea is actually very simple, that is, no matter how hard I try, I may not be able to attend a banquet of this level, so it is better to be a staff member and see the world.

Secondly, he wanted to repay Qian Ning for a favor. Although he could be considered to have helped the production team with the special effects scene, it was Qian Ning's recommendation that gave him the opportunity.

This time he was in trouble again, and the call from Channing, the old Hollywood man, was to give Henry some pointers and an opportunity to resolve the problem, regardless of whether he needed it or not.

If this kind of forced favor was truly unnecessary, he would have just declined it. But in this situation, it was optional, so Henry simply chose to accept it.

So at this moment, he was wearing a rented black suit, standing at the corner next to the swimming pool of a manor villa, playing the role of an emotionless bodyguard.

The reason why he is not a receptionist is because the male receptionist's uniform is a white sleeveless shirt with a black bow tie, and then suspenders and hip-length shorts, with half-length socks and black leather shoes at the bottom. The overall look is very eye-catching, and even Kryptonians can't stand it.

Even though the receptionist's salary was higher, Henry still let it go. This wasn't a question of money, it was a question of awareness. Unfortunately, Henry didn't have it.

No one knows who owns the villa. It was rented by a banquet company specifically for hosting parties.

Food and drinks are not a problem. The reception staff's task is actually to carry plates, walk around the party venue, collect empty glasses, and serve drinks and food.

Balloons, streamers, firecrackers and other party items can be found everywhere, and anyone who wants to use them can take them and play with them.

The DJ mix and speakers were placed in the main area, next to the swimming pool. The music played was the embryonic form of electronic dance music, which stimulated the nerves like a mental anesthetic.

The most surprising thing is that there is a smoking area inside the room. People who smoke ordinary cigarettes are not allowed to enter; those who enter this area, even if they don't use special cigarettes, will be anesthetized by the smell in the air and enter a trance-like state.

There were quite a few people at the party. To tell which ones were invited guests, the banquet company staff, or even the playmates providing special services, one had to look at their attire.

They wear strange costumes, such as bunny girl costumes, cowboy costumes, etc., and are almost all receptionists or playmates.

Like Henry, he was dressed in a black suit and looked very respectable. He was just a bodyguard hired for decoration.

While the invited guests were all wealthy, they were either college students or Silicon Valley upstarts. Consequently, their attire was quite casual, mostly T-shirts and sweatpants, a casual look.

But don't think that just because they were dressed casually, they were wearing cheap clothes. Based on Henry's recent understanding of fashion, each of them was wearing clothes worth thousands of taels.

There was a bikini beauty lying on each of the two floating mats in the swimming pool. They were also part of the playmates.

Sometimes there would be some crazy guys who would jump into the swimming pool without even taking off their clothes, making a huge splash and making the two beauties giggle.

If a bikini beauty is invited upstairs by a guest for a deeper conversation, someone else will step in. The goal is to ensure the scenery is pleasing to the eye and there's a wide variety of playthings to choose from.

For Henry, the experience was truly astonishing. This banquet was like a human flesh market, only missing the weight-and-pound system. He had never seen such extravagant scenes in his previous life.

What’s more fucking important is that this isn’t even a truly top-notch human flesh feast!

It was just a scene organized by an ordinary Hollywood banquet company that needed support from Channing's team.

Even an outsider like Henry, who knows no details, can easily become a member, which shows that there is almost no requirement for confidentiality.

The level of this kind of banquet that does not require confidentiality can never be too high.

Henry had no intention of speaking on behalf of the parents of those girls or boys and feeling sorry for the children they had worked so hard to raise, even if they were indeed treated rudely or impolitely.

If you really want to act noble, you should just turn around and leave this place instead of standing by and criticizing.

So Henry simply put on sunglasses, pretended to be indifferent, and watched everything coldly.

The main function of these party bodyguards is not to protect anyone, but to help people calm down when they are too excited.

It’s not that they are worried that these people will hurt the girls or boys, but they are worried that they will turn their anger against the group of guests who were also invited.

Then, when someone is too drunk to take care of themselves, find an empty bed or sofa and throw them on it to rest, instead of letting them sleep on their stomachs and suffocate themselves or drown in their own vomit.

After all, this place is mostly populated by young people, who are more likely to overdo things and get themselves killed or cause someone else's death. The bodyguard's job is to make sure that anyone seeking death doesn't die at this party, so that others don't get into trouble.

In short, at this time, Henry was a little disgusted with the fact that his super senses were too powerful, and the entire villa was under the coverage of his perception.

Especially when he tried to use the echo of knocking on the hull to map the structure of a battleship a while ago, Henry's brain learned the ability to use sound to construct spatial images.

Probably the only physical information left was color, which had to be received directly by the optic nerve and could not be observed indirectly with existing abilities. Henry knew everything else clearly.

Henry wished he had a switch to turn off his superpowers, but unfortunately, Henry could only divert his attention to ignore those unpleasant things.

But now, being a bodyguard meant, frankly, standing still and daydreaming. Henry hadn't trained his brain to the point where he could stand still and let his mind wander. So, he was tormented by everything that happened in the villa.

If he hadn't been able to come here because of Channing's face, he would have wanted to wait for Tony Stark to show his attitude and solve his own troubles, otherwise Henry would have left long ago.

So the question is, will the eldest son of the Stark family really come to this party?

Don't let Channing emphasize Tony Stark's name on the invitation list. Being invited and actually showing up are two different things. Henry had heard plenty of stories about a party where a bunch of high-profile people were invited, only to find a bunch of idiots showed up.

Just as he was thinking about whether to stare at the girls' lips and study their lipstick colors to divert his attention, an unexpected guest came in front of Henry and snapped his fingers.

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Chapter 73 Enemies meet on a narrow road

"Hey, man, I know you." The man who snapped his fingers said to Henry. Not satisfied with just talking, he reached out and took off Henry's sunglasses to confirm the appearance of this "bodyguard".

Being treated so rudely, Henry couldn't help but see who the visitor was.

Although he didn't know the name, Henry recognized that the other person was the college student who had asked him questions in the same rude way in the lounge area of ​​the Caltech library.

...Well, maybe they're masters or doctoral students. Who knows, they don't wear name tags.

Looking back at the situation at that time, anyone who could face Tony Stark head-on must have been of high status.

They were just strangers at the time, so Henry readily punched him in the face.

But this time, their enemies met again. As an employee at the banquet, he certainly couldn't do anything rude to the invited guests. Henry still had some professional ethics.

So he could only play dumb and say, "What can I do for you, sir?"

Justin Hammer, surrounded by women on both sides, continued snapping his fingers in front of others with his free hand and said, "Hey, man, don't pretend you don't know me, I remember you, and I remember you very clearly.

"You're not that amazing! Anyone with a brain can solve any problem with just a glance. So why are you standing here today? Oh, I see. You're short of money, right? There could be other reasons."

: Fuck, this guy, who I don't know who he is, is he proud of holding a grudge? Otherwise, why would he emphasize it so much? He still remembers it so clearly.

Henry's inner monologue was well suppressed and he didn't say it out loud. He just tried to divert his gaze from the rich young man in front of him, so as not to make his fists itch.

Justin Hammer, completely unaware of how dangerous his situation was, continued to provoke the Kryptonians who were trying their best to swallow their anger.

A chubby guy wearing a sports jacket and a baseball cap tilted to one side noticed what was happening. He immediately left the girl beside him and walked over. He said, "Hey, Justin, what's going on here?"

"No, I just saw a guy I know. You know what a genius this guy is. He can answer any question just by looking at it."

"Oh, really?" The fat man turned to Henry and said, "Hey, brother, why are you doing this kind of work here? Come to my company, I'll give you an annual salary of 100,000 yuan. If you perform well, I can even give you a raise."

Justin pushed the fat guy in dissatisfaction and said, "Hey, what the hell? You know what this guy did? He humiliated me. Now you want to give him a job?"

"Well, I think a job that only pays 100,000 is humiliating, no doubt."

"Fuck! Are you serious?"

: Yes, are you serious?

Henry's inner thoughts were the same as those of this man named Justin, although the two of them might not have the same point of complaint.

But this little fat guy was also someone who could accomplish great things. He understood the importance of people. Or rather, from the very beginning, he had been on the side of the man named Justin.

He pulled out a modern-day mobile phone from his jacket, a Nokia Cityman 190, produced in the 90s.

In this era where bulky and heavy portable phones are the norm, the design of this Nokia phone is quite in line with the fashion sense of urban people.

But the fat man didn't show any mercy and just threw the phone back. With a "splash", the phone fell into the swimming pool.