Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

The technology of this little thing is based on the Bluetooth transmission specification which was released only two years ago. Its earliest commercial application will have to wait until seven years later, when giants such as Ericsson will have initial results.

Henry was just creating something for his own use. The two users weren't that sensitive to technology and wouldn't leak it.

The reason for this is that wireless transceivers in this era all need to be equipped with a signal relay device, which makes them very bulky for personal use. Therefore, a relatively lightweight Bluetooth headset was developed.

Henry also spent some time on the processing of the appearance, making this single-ear earphone look like a fashionable decoration such as an earring, rather than a mechanical laboratory bare piece.

After the two of them hung up, Henry, who was driving, took the time to turn on the bone conduction microphone on his neck and said, "Microphone test, microphone test, one, two, three. Can you hear me?"

Ms. Hepburn exclaimed, “I can actually hear the sound.”

"is that clear?"

Robert glanced at the lady beside him, nodded, and said, "Very clear."

Henry turned off the microphone and asked, "Will it block any outside sound? Will I be unable to hear what others are saying if I have headphones on?"

"No, I can still hear it." Audrey replied, then asked, "Henry, where did you find these headphones?"

Henry replied, "I have a friend who developed a little gadget that I'm trying out. —"

The 'I have a friend' series of excuses works well.

"—This way I can fulfill my duties as an assistant and not have to accompany you to the banquet while listening to those old men talk. I can just go and eat happily. After all, I won't be the protagonist. You are the protagonists."

"You kid." Knowing how greedy this assistant was, Ms. Hepburn was both angry and amused. She didn't say anything else.

In fact, at the beginning, Henry really didn't understand what an assistant needed to do when attending a banquet. He was not the organizer of the banquet.

It would be nice if an assistant knew what time it would start and end, and had a car to pick them up.

In fact, at this kind of social banquet, the assistant's tasks can be very easy or very heavy.

Being relaxed means not caring about anything else and only paying attention to the areas that Henry originally thought of.

The heavy lifting is helping employers remember the information of all attendees, most importantly their names and faces. This allows employers to connect with them like old friends, rather than being completely unaware and needing introductions.

If the participant is a newcomer to the party and has just entered the social circle, then there is nothing wrong with asking for an introduction.

But most of the events Audrey Hepburn attended were fundraising banquets held in her name for UNICEF.

In this case, the woman can act like a newcomer and ask for introductions from everyone she meets; or she can be familiar with everyone and treat them as old friends. The fundraising results will be very different.

Those who attend such banquets are prepared to donate generously. However, there is usually a limit to the amount, and it is unlikely that people will impulsively donate an amount above the upper limit.

However, as a fundraiser for charity, Ms. Hepburn made people feel at home and willing to donate up to the amount they had in mind, which was her job.

So, who the invited guests are, whether you can call out their names at the first time, and even whether you have an understanding of their work and proud things, all fall within the scope of the assistant's work.

At the beginning, Henry didn't understand any of this. It was all done by Ms. Hepburn herself, who also taught him.

They had to get a guest list from the party organizers and then check off those people Ms. Hepburn knew well and those she didn't know at all.

As for the former, he might have been an old friend of Audrey Hepburn, or the two of them were familiar with each other to a certain extent, so no additional investigation was needed.

But for the latter, you must first find the other party's public photos to connect the name with the person. Then investigate the other party's public background information, such as the president of a certain company or the head of a certain organization.

If necessary, you should also have a certain understanding of the other party's areas of expertise.

In addition to researching these materials, Ms. Hepburn also needed to spend time reciting and memorizing them so that she could perform at ease at the banquet and be as friendly to everyone as an old friend she had known for a long time.

For a sixty-year-old man, still memorizing the guest list for the next day's banquet in the middle of the night was like slapping Henry, his assistant, in the face for not being responsible enough.

So Henry took over the work from investigation to recitation. Then, during the banquet, he followed behind Ms. Hepburn and gave her advice at any time.

In fact, the banquet organizer will investigate most of the information and provide it to participants in need.

However, these kinds of banquets aren't strictly invitation-only; it's impossible to predict who the other party will bring along, or who will show up uninvited. Therefore, you have to expand beyond the network of connections on the guest list.

In an age without internet search, understanding a person wasn't as simple as just opening a website and searching Google. Besides reading newspapers, sometimes you even had to hire a private investigator.

Some large PR firms have organized business disclosure information that is neither illegally obtained nor illegally disclosed. You can obtain it from them for a fee.

If you need something more secretive, it will cost a lot of money and you may even have to hire a detective.

In short, Henry, who took on the responsibilities of assistant, did give Ms. Hepburn more time to rest.

But following Ms. Hepburn as an assistant was always a little inconvenient because there were no clear seating arrangements at Western banquets and most of the time everyone was just walking around.

Although Henry stood behind the lady, the position that belonged to the attendant, he was occasionally squeezed to her side, making others think he was her companion.

Seeing an unfamiliar face at a banquet, the guests would inevitably ask about his identity. After all, Henry was about the same age as the lady's second son.

Calling him an assistant at this point was actually a bit awkward for both parties. This was mainly because modern banquets weren't like those of the aristocracy in the olden days, where guests and servants were clearly dressed, making them easily distinguishable.

And here comes Robert Wards, the lady's certified life partner.

The lady was quite keen to take Robert to such social occasions, and Robert himself also liked and enjoyed this sense of participation. This was completely different from Henry's attitude, which was that he wanted to hide and not be seen by anyone.

Henry, the assistant, certainly couldn't continue to occupy the seat next to the lady and provide her with face-to-face information about the guests, because the inseparable small group of three people would be too bloated at the banquet.

So he simply got a set of one-way wireless intercoms to free up his extra manpower. Just as he said, it would give him more time to eat.

Chapter 122 Fundraising Banquet

"The man approaching is Jean-Jacques Handali, a senior executive at the Bank of Geneva. His companion is the model Cindy Crawford, a top student at Northwestern University who is on a temporary leave of absence. Over."

Henry said something through the bone conduction microphone, then turned off the switch and picked up the small cake on the table and ate it.

Not far away, Ms. Hepburn and Robert met the man and woman Henry had mentioned. They shook hands, and the two women even greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek.

Ms. Hepburn was the first to speak and greeted, "Mr. Handali, I'm at the Geneva Bank in Switzerland. Why haven't I seen you before?"

"Oh, ma'am, I was assigned to New York a long time ago. It's normal not to see my people in Switzerland."

"As the world's financial center, New York's importance is undeniable. I believe that after your training in New York, you will surely rise to the top of the bank when you return to Switzerland."

"I accept your good words."

Audrey Hepburn then warmly greeted his young companion, "Ms. Crawford, a top student at Northwestern University, a gifted child of both intelligence and beauty. Even when I was young, I would be jealous of you."

"Oh, ma'am, I'm ashamed to say that I've taken a leave of absence from Northwestern University to focus on my modeling career. Actually, your achievements are what I'm striving for. Perhaps I could ask you some questions about film."

"Of course, dear."

Cindy Crawford also asked about some preparations for entering the film industry, while his male companion, Mr. Handali, discussed with Robert the latest hot topic: the crisis of the Northern Red Empire.

Henry, standing far away, saw and heard all of this with his super senses. He estimated that the conversation over there would last another two or three minutes before a second group would join.

Western social gatherings may appear chaotic, but they actually operate under a set of rules. Those not in the circle often fail to grasp the underlying dynamics, only to see the superficial spontaneity.

Without going into too much detail, let's just say that the main character of this banquet was undoubtedly the main figure in fundraising, Audrey Hepburn.

Then everyone who came to the fundraising banquet would say a few words to Ms. Hepburn to leave an impression on her, but no one would talk too much because they wanted to leave time for others.

If there is a topic of interest or work-related matters during the brief conversation, we will make another appointment to meet.

But if not, both parties will just exchange a few simple words, perhaps expressing interest, or stating their stance, and then the matter is over. These things may become the topic of the next conversation, or the reason for reconnecting with each other someday.

As for attendants like Henry, as long as they stood in the corners of the banquet, no one would bother them. Of course, taking some food and drinks was not a big deal.

For a banquet like this attended by such high-class people, the food and drinks were certainly not cheap. One could not help but wonder if most of the fundraising money was spent on food and drink.

Seeing the next group approaching Ms. Hepburn, Henry swallowed his food whole, turned on the bone conduction microphone, and said, "Dwayne, the head of the Wall Street Investor Center. A speculator who buys and sells junk stocks. As for his female companion, I don't know her."

Since it is a semi-public fundraising banquet, it is inevitable that there will be some people from all walks of life mixed in.

Besides, Henry's eyes weren't some facial recognition system that memorized every American's profile. It wasn't uncommon for someone to be unfamiliar, but that usually meant they weren't very valuable.

Ms. Hepburn and Robert also saw something from each other's cheap clothes.

It is said that an elder in the family is like a treasure. These people who are experienced in the ways of the world often have an extremely accurate judgment of people.

However, neither of them was the type to be servile or particularly humiliating. After exchanging a few polite words and politely declining the promising stock investment, the matter was over.

But on the other side, the person who provided the guest information encountered unexpected trouble.

"A speculator who buys and sells junk stocks? What an interesting comment. Is there really such a profession in this world?" Master Tony Stark, holding a glass of champagne, criticized someone's remarks bluntly.

Henry wasn't surprised to see the young man. He said, "There are countless professions in this world. As long as you can make money, anything is possible. For example, do you know that there are people who hire children to put out and light lamps?"

"How could there be such a job? You'd better not make up some nonsense out of nothing. I don't like this." Tony frowned and said.

Henry smiled and said, "In the 18th and 19th centuries, whale oil was the main fuel for street lamps. In order to light up and extinguish the countless street lamps on the streets of London, the City Hall hired a group of children to take charge of this work.

"It also includes whale oil supplements. You can't arbitrarily assume that such things don't exist or such jobs don't exist just because you don't have similar needs in your life. Everything around the Stark family doesn't represent the entire world."

"That's not right. You can't use professions that have appeared in history to refute what I said." Tony protested.

"It's your own choice of words that was inaccurate, and there was no time limit. If I were a devil, I would have taken your soul just now." Henry didn't want to flatter this arrogant young master, so he complained back directly.

While the other party was looking constipated and thinking about how to fight back, Henry turned on the bone conduction microphone again and said, "Mr. Howard Stark of Stark Industries and his wife, Mrs. Maria Stark."

Tony looked up and noticed that his parents were walking towards the main character of the party, Audrey Hepburn. Ms. Hepburn and her male companion interrupted their conversation with the speculator and took the initiative to greet them.

Don’t underestimate the distance of a few steps, this is the difference between people.

Even Dwayne, who had been left behind, didn't dare to raise any objections to the man in charge of Stark Industries. However, the woman he brought with him seemed to be tempted to get close to her, even though her wife was right beside him.

After turning off the microphone, Henry said, "You're here with your parents."

But Tony Stark was more interested in what was around Henry's neck than in answering. He reached out and plucked off the bone conduction microphone that was fixed to his neck with a headband-like device.

"what is this?"

Henry, who was stuffing his mouth with muffins of different flavors, said without hiding anything, "Microphone."

"Is this what you used to notify the lady? That strange thing hanging on his ear is a receiver headset?"

Henry only answered two questions in a row with two words: "Uh-huh."

Chapter 123 The Pride of a Scientific Research Leader

Henry, who was happily eating his pancake, had to wipe his hands and snatch the microphone back from Tony who was fiddling with it.

He said, "This thing is in use, and I don't want you to transmit any messy sounds to the lady's ears. If you want to play with it, I'll give it to you another day, dear. Otherwise, go home and make one yourself."

Tony Stark is capable of anything, only things he can think of. Even if he can't do it right now, he can figure it out with a little time and effort.

So Henry had no doubt that this simple bone conduction and Bluetooth technology would be a problem for this guy. As for the headphones and microphone, that was even less of a problem.

"This isn't traditional radio signal technology. There's also the battery issue. Even a small mercury battery should have a battery replacement cover. Could it be that yours is disposable?" Tony asked.

"This is a wireless communication technology standard based on Bluetooth, and is used over a small range, probably even shorter than a walkie-talkie. The battery is a lithium-ion battery, which is rechargeable and reusable."

"Bluetooth? I remember this technology wasn't standardized until 89. Does this thing work?"

As expected, he is a scientific research expert. You can use historical issues to make fun of others, but in the field of science and technology, people will know the source as soon as they hear it.

Henry said frankly, "It's just lab-level stuff. If we only make one or two, it won't be difficult at all."

This is a consensus in the scientific research community.

Just like nuclear fusion technology, those who don't know it think it's incredibly advanced. But in fact, even a junior high school student with some physics knowledge can reproduce the experimental results of nuclear fusion by following existing papers.

However, if we want to achieve commercial operation of nuclear fusion power generation, the high power generation cost that cannot generate positive economic benefits is the real obstacle to the commercialization of this technology.

Knowing the research direction, Tony was no longer interested in the small thing in Henry's hand. As long as he wanted, he could make a smaller and better finished product. It wouldn't be difficult.

So he answered the original question by saying, "I heard you were going to these parties, so I came to look for you."

This made Kiriki angry and frightened Henry, the Kryptonian, and made him look at his appearance suspiciously.

Then he looked up and said, "I'm not wearing a skirt. If you want to hunt for beauties, you shouldn't go after those famous ladies or rich girls. Aren't you afraid that tomorrow's newspaper will say something like 'Tony Stark is gay'?"

"Fuck! Shut your filthy mouth. I just have something to ask you. Even if you wipe your ass as shiny as a mirror, I won't be interested."

"Oh, so you like girls like this. The millstone is as bright as a mirror." Henry gestured with his hands obscenely.

"Shut up, I just want to ask you if you know the Continental Hotel." Tony, who resisted the urge to punch the other person, stated his question.

The reason why he didn't beat the other person was because Tony remembered that the other person couldn't even be hurt by bullets, so what was the use of his fists.

"Oh, the Continental Hotel. It's at 2077 Manover Street, 23rd Block, in the exclusive area of ​​lower Manhattan, New York City. If you want to talk to the manager, he's over there. His name is Winston Scott."

Looking in the direction Henry pointed, Tony saw a very stylish middle-aged white man wearing a gray suit.

He has typical Italian features, with deep features and dark hair. Even when silent, his charming face seems to carry a wonderful story, attracting people to explore it involuntarily.

But Henry gave the answer so easily. The dissatisfied young master sighed again and said, "Do you know how much time I spent looking for relevant clues?"

"You're only in the stratosphere, so of course you can't feel the climate changes in the troposphere. If you want to truly understand this world, come down from the sky, young master. If you stay in the sky, you will only see the ignorance and stupidity of the people in your circle."

"After coming down, will we be able to see more things?" Tony said disdainfully.