Marvel's father of superheroes

"Peter, remember the name! Luke, collect the money! Make sure you click correctly!"

At the entrance of the cafeteria, Gwen directed the two of them, looking serious.

He turned to look at the people in front of him and said, "Okay, you can pay and say your name."

"What? Want two?"

"No! I mean, wait until you taste it before you decide. What if it doesn't taste good? I won't refund your money!"

Gwen looked like she was thinking about the other person.

Unappetizing?

How can it be!

But I can’t make you full. I remember there was a book called this method called hunger marketing.

Yes, that's probably what it means.

Gwen muttered in her heart, but her face was filled with a bright smile.

It wasn’t a big crowd, only eight people, but it was the beginning of her Gwen Billionaire Kent business!

Looking at the green banknotes, Gwen quickly made a calculation in her mind.

She charged five dollars for a meat bun. Although it was a bit expensive, it was carefully made by his father!Definitely worth the price!

So, that's forty, give her dad ten bucks, or not, and then give Luke and Parker two bucks each, she will have at least 26 left!

Gwen's eyes lit up, her big eyes full of 'sinful' light.

"All right!"

Seeing that everyone had paid, Gwen waved her hand and said, "We will meet at the entrance of the cafeteria at noon tomorrow."

Several children nodded and left quickly, but the boy who asked Gwen first turned to Gwen and said, "Don't lie to us, I remember your name and class!"

Gwen snorted softly and said: "I, Gwen! I operate with integrity!"

"Give!"

Luke handed the money to Gwen and exclaimed: "You are so awesome!"

Peter also nodded his head, looking at Gwen with admiration.

This is 40 yuan!

Gwen borrowed the money, shook it in her hand, took out two and handed them to Luke, saying: "It's hard work, I will need your help tomorrow."

Luke blinked, took the money, and whispered, "Aren't you afraid that Uncle Mike will be angry when he finds out?"

"Probably not?"

Gwen looked at the money in her hand, gritted her teeth and said, "At worst, I'll quit after a few votes!"

After saying that, she took out two more dollars and handed them to Peter, saying, "I need your help tomorrow too, Peter!"

Peter blushed and waved his hands: "No, you don't have to give it to me, I'm happy to help."

"no!"

Gwen put the money into Peter's hand and said seriously: "We are collaborators, I can't treat you badly!"

Peter lowered his head and said, "Thank you!"

Then he clenched his fist and said to Gwen: "I will work hard!"

"I'm optimistic about you!"

Gwen patted Peter on the shoulder, her smile brighter than the sun at this time.

Peter was stunned for a moment.

"Okay, class is almost here, let's go!"

Gwen said something, turned and left.

For some reason, looking at Gwen's back, Luke and Peter felt that Gwen was pulling her.

……

At the same time, Clark has also successfully become a trainee reporter.

With his diploma and some photos taken over the years, coupled with his friendly and gentle image, he passed the interview effortlessly.

Planet Daily, start work tomorrow.

Clark glanced at the office building behind him and drove away with satisfaction.

Speaking of cars...

Mike bought this specially for him two days ago to make it easier for him to commute to get off work.

Originally he didn't want it, but after hearing his father whisper to him that he spent a lot of money to buy a manor for Charles, Clark instantly felt at ease.

Although the speed of the car was slow, he was not racing. Instead, he was enjoying the soothing speed.

So many years of wandering life have made him more stable.

"Huh? Stark Industries Expo?"

Looking at a billboard not far from the traffic light, Clark glanced at it with some interest in his eyes.

Tony Stark is Iron Man. This matter made a lot of noise some time ago, and the other party has a good relationship with their family, which makes him very interested in this expo.

You can bring Gwen with you then.

However, there is still some time before the expo starts.

"Drip!"

An urging sound came from behind, and Clark put away his eyes. Just as he was about to drive through the traffic light, there was another harsh sound behind him.

Not a polite reminder, but a manic honking.

Clark looked in the rearview mirror and saw a fat man with a beard pressing the steering wheel frantically and cursing something. He raised his eyebrows and slowed down until the light was about to turn green. When the light turned red, he slowly crossed the road, but the fat man behind him could only stop the car and roared angrily at his car's butt.

Smiling softly, Clark felt his mood instantly improve.

It was past the time to eat. He thought for a moment and drove around the city casually.

He had not been back to this city for a long time, and as a reporter, he must be familiar with the city in order to accurately find his destination, so he planned to familiarize himself with it first and prepare for work.

……

Evening, Mike's house.

It was their family's habit to talk about interesting things while eating, so when Mike served the last dish, Clark was the first to speak: "I will start working tomorrow as a trainee reporter."

"Wow!"

Gwen happily raised the juice and said, "Brother, I respect you as a man!"

"Oh!"

Mike flicked Gwen's head and said, "Speak nicely!"

"Oh!" Gwen rubbed her head and said, "Brother, congratulations!"

Clark smiled and rubbed Gwen's head, and said to Mike: "Dad, if you hit Gwen like this, she will become stupid."

"Yes, yes!"

Gwen expressed her support.

"Becoming stupid?" Mike raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't this how you three came here? I don't think you are stupid."

"Gwen is different from us."

"Yes, yes!"

"She's quite stupid to begin with."

"Just, just...ah?"

Gwen looked at Clark who was suddenly stabbed in the back, her wide eyes full of disbelief.

"Hahaha!"

Mike and Clark laughed out loud. Gwen glared at them angrily, but then couldn't help but smile.

The atmosphere is good now...

Rolling her eyes, Gwen said seriously to Mike: "Dad, I want to tell you something."

"What? Say it!"

"Well, tomorrow morning, can you make more meat buns? I want to bring them to my classmates."

"sure!"

Mike smiled and said: "How is it? Is it delicious?"

"Yes!" Gwen nodded and said, "They are so greedy!"

Mike waved his hand and said, "Tell me, how many do you want to make?"

Gwen made an estimate and said, "Ten."

"Ten?"

"If you add mine, it will be eleven."

Gwen was a little embarrassed.

Mike narrowed his eyes, looked at Gwen suspiciously, and said, "Why are there so many?"

It's okay to do one or two, but it's definitely abnormal to have so many suddenly.