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After an in-depth exchange with the old professor, Wang Dalong stood up and left.

"Remember to be obedient and don't get into conflicts with your classmates. Remember that."

Wang Dalong warned with some worry.

"In my school, there is no contradiction."

Charles smiled confidently.

With his ability, he can turn grandpa into grandson in minutes. If he wants to, he can become the father of everyone in the world without any contradiction.

"What I mean is, control your abilities and don't hurt other people."

Recalling the broken glasses and chairs split in half in the bar, he felt a chill.

If mutants cannot control their own abilities, they will cause great harm to others and society.

Phantom Cat will cause damage to things if touched unconsciously. If she deliberately uses her abilities, she can even collapse the Pentagon.

"Then I'm leaving. I'll see you again after the holidays."

In less than ten days, summer vacation is coming. Katie should be able to adapt to life here, Wang Dalong thought.

Back at the Salted Fish Bar, it was already close to noon.

As the morning work comes to an end, office workers are looking for places to solve their dietary problems.

And the busiest business on the entire Wesker Street is the Salted Fish Bar.

This shop, which has the name of a bar and is engaged in restaurant business, is packed with seats as soon as noon arrives.

When Wang Dalong was alone before, in order to reduce his pressure, he even made a rule to only receive fifty guests at noon.

But things are different now. He has a free coolie to help him, and the money he brings to his door is not in vain.

"Table No. 1, one portion of egg fried rice, less spicy and more green onions."

Thor shouted to the kitchen with an Asgardian accent.

"Okay, table No. 1 will have a portion of egg fried rice, less spicy and more green onions."

Wang Dalong picked up the bowl full of cold rice and poured it into the boiling oil pot.

Immediately, a bowl of beaten eggs fell down.

The golden egg liquid wraps up the snow-white and plump rice grains, and the grains are distinct.

After only a few seconds, a strong aroma of eggs came out of the pot.

Use a spoon to scoop up some chopped green onion and sprinkle it into the pot, then pick up the pot and stir-fry a few times, and finally add some secret hot sauce.

After putting it on the plate, a portion of egg fried rice is completed.

"Lao Suo, serve the food."

Putting the plate on the bar, Wang Dalong continued to fry another pot of rice.

This process usually takes about an hour.

Finally, after seeing off the last guest, Wang Dalong could finally take a breath.

Counting the rich-textured dollar bills, a sense of satisfaction could not help but arise from the bottom of my heart.

"Five hundred and seventy-five dollars."

This afternoon, a total of 115 portions of egg fried rice were sold, which was a lot of money.

"Here, I'll give you ten yuan as pocket money."

Wang Dalong took out a 10 note and handed it to Sol, who was sweating profusely from exhaustion.

He couldn't bear to have the prince of Asgard work like this every day, so he could just give him ten yuan as compensation.

"Lao Suo, go and deliver this box of food to Molotov." Wang Dalong pointed to the takeout box on the table and gestured.

"Oh."

Sol picked up the takeout box in a familiar manner and walked towards the entrance of the Salted Fish Gang.

Although there are rows of high-rise buildings on Wesker Street, behind these buildings, there are countless low and dark alleys, and the number of homeless people is even more incredible.

All Wang Dalong can do is cook some food and deliver it every day.

But this is just a drop in the bucket. How many homeless people can he help as a small bar owner?

Even if Tony takes action, within ten years, the entire Stark company will suffer losses.

Charity is difficult to do, especially this kind of bottomless pit charity.

By the way, speaking of charity, Wang Dalong suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a charity dinner hosted by Stark Company tonight.

It is said that celebrities from all walks of life in New York and even celebrities from all over the United States will attend.

"Thor, come on, I'll give you a good job."

Wang Dalong played with the red rosary beads in his hand and waved to Sol, who had just returned.

"Would you like to relax, like the celebration party you attended before?"

Sol put down the rag in his hand and his eyes lit up: "Of course."

He hasn't enjoyed life for a long time, with the big glasses of beer, the lively atmosphere, and the hot beauties.

Sol, who was intoxicated with fantasy, didn't realize that Wang Dalong was looking at him as if he were a fool.

"Hey, Tony, is there a charity party tonight? I will go."

"Hey, Frank, right? If I have business with you, I'll give you money in addition to the one million dollars. Remember to bring weapons to deal with armor, the more the better. It's almost like fighting a war."

"Hey,"

The afternoon passed quickly. After changing into suits, Wang Dalong and Sol, who was also dressed in the same style, got into Happy's car and drove to the Moro Hotel.

The Moro Hotel, a hotel that emerged ten years ago, is known as the most luxurious hotel in New York. It only receives leaders from various countries and billionaires.

The car stopped at the door and the waiter opened the door for them.

Sol walked out of the car with his head held high. At this time, he felt like a prince again.

"Sir, please let me see your invitation."

The waiter at the door politely stretched out his hand and motioned for Saul to show him the invitation.

Because it was a charity dinner held by Stark Company, all the people attending were either rich or noble, and the security check was naturally much stricter than in the past.

"Invitation card"

Sol's raised neck shrank and turned to look at Wang Dalong: "Take out the invitation."

"no"

Wang Dalong spread his hands and shrugged.

"We know Tony, he" Saul hadn't finished speaking.

"I'm sorry, no matter who you know, only guests with invitation letters can enter. I also know Tony, but does he know you?"

The waiter with a long face glanced at Sol's suit and snorted relentlessly.

Hailan House, what a bad brand, you can tell at a glance that it comes from a small family.

And the yellow guy in the back doesn't look like a good guy at first glance.

Sol was about to teach the long-faced waiter a lesson when his eyes lit up and he smiled at the person coming from behind.

"Mr. Hammer, you are here, please come in."

A slightly thin man walked through the door arrogantly.

"Why did he get in without showing an invitation?"

Thor shouted.

This voice attracted the attention of many people around him.

Justin Hammer, who had already entered the door, also took his feet back.

"Why can I get in?" A contemptuous smile appeared on his face, "Look at what you are wearing. Your whole body does not cost a thousand dollars. Look at my clothes. They are worth two hundred thousand dollars." How much money have you earned in your lifetime?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Hammer felt his eyes go dark, and a sour feeling came from the bridge of his nose.