Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

Medical equipment is certainly not a problem for Kryptonians with their manual skills.

It's those drugs that can help me hone my chemical synthesis abilities. This isn't fake medicine, it's just not made from a legitimate pharmaceutical factory.

So Henry, his eyes shining, asked the Continental Hotel manager, "How about this, Ms. Fisher? Can we exchange your services for this kind of cooperation?"

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Chapter 217 Server

In fact, it was still a long way from what Muni Fisher could be satisfied with. But she was also familiar with how to deal with people who were soft-hearted and could not stand hardship. She had to test the other person's bottom line step by step and step forward step by step.

Trying to achieve it all at once will probably only lead to resentment.

On the other hand, when he entered the system of mainland hotels, used more services and became more deeply involved, he would inevitably have to pay more.

Everything else is equal, so there's no rush.

In contrast to Mu Ni's silent contemplation, the old resident doctor, who had a vested interest in the matter, asked with a strange expression, "Boy, are you trying to steal my business?"

Henry quickly explained: “I didn’t want to stay in the hotel, but wanted to open a medical station or a black clinic outside.

"I think there are probably quite a few people who can't get into a proper hospital. I can provide services to them. Of course, I'll use the name of a mainland hotel, or some other cooperative method you approve of."

If I stayed and worked as a doctor in the hotel, there might be less trouble, but that would be the same as being kept in captivity.

Furthermore, those allowed into the hotel were screened first, which was contrary to Henry's original intention. He didn't intend to simply accept gold coins for his services, nor was he merely interested in treating casual injuries. Therefore, opening a business outside was the most appropriate option.

Besides, the streets of Los Angeles have been pretty chaotic lately, according to Gary. Injured people aren't always the type to go home and get a bandaid or see a regular hospital. That's when the black doctors come in.

As for whether or not I'll run into any other problems, I'll just have to wait and see. After all, this is something I've never done before, and the people I'll be dealing with are likely the type I've rarely encountered before. It's not like I can predict everything with a super-brain.

Mooney didn't answer directly. Instead, she winked at Charlie, the old gunslinger who kept clamoring for retirement. "You should teach the rules to the people you brought here. I'll handle the FBI matters."

Having said that, ignoring Old Charlie's expression of having eaten shit, Moonee Fisher and her men left. As for recording the achievements and paying the remuneration, there were other people responsible for that.

Charlie walked up to Henry, rubbing the stubble on his chin. He said with a look of regret, "I kind of regret not shooting you dead when we were in that black man's house."

"Ha, you can't do that," Henry scoffed.

Charlie replied with disdain, "I know I can't do it. I'd probably use that vampire or mutant and the result would be the same. But as long as I offend you, today's trouble will have nothing to do with me."

"Although I don't know that lady very well, regardless of whether there is any resentment between us, what are the chances that she will give you this job anyway?" Henry asked.

Charlie sighed and said, "Oh, don't mention it." Then he went online in a serious manner and said, "It's very simple to log in and become a waiter at the Continental Hotel.

“As long as you have a guide, think about the scope of the service you want to provide, and then have a place or phone number where people can find you, and record it in the hotel’s address book, that’s all you need.

"However, once you become a servant, you must abide by the rules of the High Table. Although you were previously told that you had the power to choose whether to accept an offer, when someone offers gold coins and seeks help within your area of ​​responsibility, you cannot refuse.

"The only reason you can refuse is if you're busy serving other gold coin customers and don't have any extra hands to help the newcomer. If you have a record of refusing requests multiple times, you'll be excluded from the Continental Hotel, and the consequences..."

He wanted to sneer, but when Charlie looked at the man who was still alive and kicking despite his clothes being riddled with bullet holes, he looked like a defeated rooster, with a slightly dejected expression as he said, "Anyway, all business will no longer be open to you."

Henry understood and tried to explain, "That is, if I register as a healer and someone comes to me to buy a gun, I can refuse. But if someone comes to me to treat an injury, I cannot refuse no matter what."

"Yes, and we offer unconditional treatment, regardless of the cause of the injury or the patient's background. The only exceptions are those who have been declared closed by the High Table or the Continental Hotel. If you accept the gold coins and work for such a person, you will also be considered a traitor."

After listening to Charlie's additional explanation, Henry asked again: "Can't you charge extra after collecting gold coins? I can't use gold coins to buy daily food."

Charlie replied, "Once the server receives the gold coin, he cannot charge any other fees. This is the rule. If you are short of money, the Continental Hotel offers a service of exchanging one gold coin for ten thousand taels."

"Perhaps some private exchanges could command a higher price, but generally no one is willing to do so. This exchange rate severely undervalues ​​the gold coins, and some gold services cannot be purchased no matter how much money is spent."

This is similar to when a bank buys gold or foreign exchange: there's a price difference between the bank's selling price and the purchase price, rather than the buying and selling prices being exactly equal. The goal is to prevent people from exploiting the bank by quickly buying and selling.

After understanding the general responsibilities and obligations, Henry was not opposed to becoming a partner of the Continental Hotel.

Although it is still uncertain whether there are any hidden dangers behind this set of rules. But at this stage, Henry wants to solve the problems that may be brought by the FBI, and the power of the Continental Hotel can be regarded as relatively peaceful.

At least Henry wouldn't have to take the blame and let the FBI throw dirty water on him, or come into conflict with the official power represented by the FBI, and then be forced to become a villain.

Don't resort to force when things can be solved through trade and wisdom. Although superpowers may be the fastest solution under the thinking of a super brain, they are not necessarily the optimal solution.

After thinking it over, Henry asked, "So, you are my guide?"

"No." Charlie shook his head. Pointing to Henry's pocket, he said, "The one who just traded the gold coins with you is the one."

"Mr. John Wick?"

"Baba Yaga of the Russian gang." Charlie said John's nickname.

Although he already knew about it, this was the first time he had heard of it in this world. So Henry pretended to be surprised and said, "Ah, that's him."

"Yes. Although Baba Yaga didn't take out the gold coins and ask anyone to do him a favor. But since he gave you the first one, no one would be so ignorant as to deliberately embarrass the person he brought in."

"So, I've found a very strong backer?" Henry asked tentatively.

Charlie bluntly poured a bucket of cold water on her and said, "You're overthinking it. This face is only useful this once. If you really offend someone, it would be best if Baba Yaga stood by you."

"Otherwise, whatever's going to happen is going to happen. You have to remember, they're mainly in New York, and this is Los Angeles."

"What a pity," Henry said regretfully.

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Chapter 218 Remuneration from the Continental Hotel

However, Henry was still curious about everything in the Continental Hotel and asked, "Where did the gold coins come from?"

In response to such an obvious question, Charlie looked at the person asking the question as if he was an idiot.

Henry had to explain further: "I know it was most likely minted by the High Table. But how did it enter the market? How was the first gold coin paid to someone else?

"For example, if I'm a service provider, the gold coins I earn are collected from the people I serve. But how did the people I serve earn these gold coins?

"It's not like the High Table, in order to ensure the circulation of gold coins, would be so kind as to give each person one after the coins are minted. You can figure out how to spend them yourself."

After thinking for a moment, Charlie replied, "The Continental Hotel has issued a bounty mission. For each completed mission, the executor will receive a gold coin and the bounty. Is this what you are asking about?"

"Only one?" Henry asked again.

Charlie replied, "There's only one gold coin per mission. But for particularly difficult missions, a certain number of participants can also receive gold coins. To give a rough evaluation standard, any bounty of over one million will qualify for an extra gold coin."

"For tasks worth less than one million, only one will be issued. For tasks worth more than one million, by default, two people can collaborate to complete them, meaning each person will receive one. For every additional million, one more collaborator will be awarded.

"But it still depends on the hotel's approval, which isn't always the case. Imagine a particularly powerful expert acting alone takes on a five million bounty.

"Then he could claim the five million jin bounty, but he'd only get one gold coin, not five. That's why I say gold coins are so precious. Trading them directly for cash, no matter how much, would be a loss."

If this was the difficulty of obtaining gold coins in the mainland hotel, Henry couldn't help but remember that he had watched the movie "John Wick" before traveling through time.

When John Wick decided to take action again, he smashed the box he took out from the floor of his basement and wondered what the number of gold coins inside meant.

Each gold coin represented at least one life. But how could Baba Yaga's attack only take one life?

To say he's a murderer is to underestimate this melancholic Slavic handsome man. He wiped out an entire gang just for a dog or a car.

If he had always attacked in this berserker style, instead of just targeting one person, then behind that pile of gold coins would be countless wronged souls.

Henry could picture it in his mind without even seeing it with his own eyes.

The angel in heaven asked the soul of a dead person: How did you die?

The deceased replied: "I don't know either. On my first day reporting for duty at a certain place, I was shot twice in the chest and once in the head. Then I came up to report."

It is evident from the fact that minions and soldiers have no human rights.

As for the gold coin of the Continental Hotel that he already had on him, it was a trophy he had obtained when he and Tony Stark were fighting against the gunman of the Continental Hotel. He had exchanged it for a gun with bullets and collected it from the body of the fallen gunman.

These coins were illicitly obtained. I wonder if mainland hotel rules prohibit the use of such coins. There's no way to trace their origins, so who cares if they were stolen or earned?

I originally thought the gunman hadn't stored the gold properly, so it just happened to be on him, becoming his trophy. Now it seems that this is very likely the unlucky guy's entire fortune...

As if remembering something, Charlie added, "Actually, as your collaborator, there's a way to earn US dollars directly, not gold coins."

"Oh, what method?"

Charlie replied, "Whatever news you hear on the street, you can tell the intelligence department of the Continental Hotel. They will judge the value of the information and give you an appropriate reward.

"You can talk about anything. What you think is worthless might sound different to someone who needs it. But news that's already been published is worthless.

"In addition to this passive intelligence gathering, there are also active bounties. The rewards for this type of information are quite high, and even if you just provide a clue, you can get money.

"Sometimes, contract gunmen like us earn this kind of reward when we don't have suitable work. For example, the most expensive bounty recently was for the Joker, who helped the X-Men fight aliens in the middle of last year."

...Hmm, should I turn myself in for the bounty? Although this thought flashed through his mind, Henry played dumb and said, "I thought that was just a tabloid fabrication. Isn't Hollywood the place with the most aliens? Or the legendary Area 51?"

Charlie said, "Since it's on the Continental Hotel's information bounty list, this information must have some credibility. Perhaps those aliens are just mutants that look particularly strange.

"Anyway, that battle did happen. Besides the known X-Men and the Brotherhood of Mutants, there was also a clown of unknown origin who appeared, sparking a lot of interest. That's why some people want to find out."

Henry pretended to be curious and asked, "Since this happened from the middle of last year until now, the reward should have been on the market for a while. Does anyone suspect who that clown might be?"

Charlie's eyes flickered as he whispered, "I heard from the official intelligence organization that someone suspects it's that Hollywood starlet, River Phoenix."

I remember putting on clown makeup, and I really did use muscle control to change my face. I remember just randomly picking a face from a magazine, and that's how I chose the actor who was considered very spiritual and talented.

I didn't expect that even though the face was painted like that, with the surveillance video technology and electronic technology of this era, it is actually possible to restore the face under the clown makeup.

Fortunately, I was more careful and changed my face. Otherwise, my original appearance would have been exposed.

It's no wonder that superheroes and supervillains alike prefer masks for a reason. Even if it doesn't protect their peaceful daily lives, it can help prevent others from interrupting them.

But did this incident have any impact on that talented young star? Regarding his memories before the time travel, he vaguely remembered that he overdosed on narcotics and died young. Henry sighed, "River Phoenix."

Hearing Henry repeating the name, Charlie smiled and said, "Want to start with that little star? I can advise you not to. Since the news came out until now, someone has been keeping a close eye on that little star, hoping to find evidence.

"In the end, they only filmed some irrelevant stuff, which they eventually sold to the tabloids to subsidize the operation. No one caught any big fish. And the rumored clown never appeared again. I don't know why."

"What a pity," Henry replied with mock regret.

Chapter 219 Tinker

The treatment collaborator codenamed "Tinker" quietly appeared on the contact list of the Continental Hotel.

The old gunman, whose full name is Charlie Fisher, helped Henry a lot in opening the business. Not only did he help Henry find a house to open the business, he also personally came to help tidy up the environment.

Henry asked curiously to the two people who were cleaning the house, "Charlie, you and the hotel manager both have the same last name, Fisher. Who are you...?"

"She's my niece," Charlie said frankly. Seeing Henry's above-average appearance by white people's standards, he added, "If you want to date her, I advise you to forget it. You'll just be the one being played."

Listening to Charlie’s tone, Henry asked, “You two don’t have a very good relationship?”

"We are distant relatives. They are the main family, and the most prosperous. Looking down on poor relatives is nothing new under the sun. If we all have the same last name, we must be a loving family."

Hearing this indifferent answer, Henry knew enough was enough. If he continued asking, he would become annoying. Besides, this was a family matter, not for outsiders to care about.

Instead, he was curious about this store at the end of the alley and asked, "Charlie, how did you find such a place?"

Charlie said with a slightly angry expression, "Isn't this what you asked for? Since you want to open a black clinic, of course it can't be on the main road, nor can it be in a deserted place.

"And then you're opening it in South Los Angeles. That's why I want to ask you, what are you trying to do with a business in an area with the most blacks and Mexicans? Are you worried your business won't be good enough?"

"That's exactly what I requested, but I didn't expect to find such a place."

At this time, a few black men came in through the half-open iron gate. Some of them wore gold chains, their pants half-pulled down, and looked like rappers, but the leader was a well-dressed old black man who tried to pretend to be a successful man but couldn't hide his gangster side.

The leader, Old Black, greeted Charlie with a fist bump and said in a tongue-twisting voice similar to that of the young boys on the street, "Old Dog, is this guy the mainland hotel waiter who is going to open here?"

"Yes." Charlie turned to look at Henry and introduced him, "This is the boss of this place. We all call him Big O."

Charlie deliberately omitted his real name because some people don't like their real name to be exposed, and to survive in the underworld, one needs a name that sounds more recognizable.

He hadn't asked Henry beforehand, so he could only let the guy answer it himself. If he revealed his real name, it would have nothing to do with Charlie.

"Big O'Neal, nice to meet you. I'm the Tinker." Henry extended his hand and introduced himself, improvising a codename. He took Alaskan Tom's advice to heart and didn't reveal his silly real name.

As for the mainland hotel, my identity had already been known, so there was no point in trying to hide it now. So I didn't deliberately use a pseudonym there.

However, the old black man did not immediately reach out his hand. Instead, he said, "Little Bai, there is one rule. I don't sell medicine, because that is my business."

Henry promised, "I don't sell medicine. I only treat injuries like wounds and fractures. If you're not afraid of dying, you can ask me to treat other difficult and complicated illnesses. Even mental illnesses are fine."

Looking at the smiling face of the young white man in front of him, the black man asked in surprise, "Can mental illness be cured?"

"It's like hitting him on the head with a baseball bat. If it doesn't work once, try it a few more times. No matter how crazy a person is, I can make him admit that he's healed. Otherwise, only God himself can heal him."

"Aha, I also know this treatment method." Old Black smiled with two rows of white teeth, finally shook Henry's hand and shook it from side to side.

Henry actually wanted to ask how they managed to get their teeth so white. Or was it another racial gift?