[Comprehensive] delicious superhero

In the evening, Gu Shanna was in the kitchen cooking soup while reading the comments from netizens.Compared with Weibo, Instagram is not very easy to use, so she is extra careful, lest she click something wrong.

"When will it open?"

"Is there a tasting event?"

"Is there a gift for the first day of opening?"

"Do you have a meal ticket?"

……

These are comments with high frequency, and they are also a good means of publicity. Gu Shanna took screenshots one by one, and then sent them to the chat group.

The employees in the group responded quickly.

Gaby: [There can be tasting activities. 】

Jamie: [Gifts are not allowed!Ma'am, we're on the verge of bankruptcy. 】

Peter: [According to my investigation, the residents of this street should not participate in the food tasting, we may have to go a little further]

Gaby: [Why? 】

Peter: [The psychological shadow left by the old restaurant is too large. 】

Gaby: 【………】

In just a few words, Gushanna burst into tears. It's so fucking wrong that the predecessors committed crimes, and the future generations will be blamed.

So, she tried to change the name of the restaurant to clear the relationship with the old restaurant, but was ruthlessly rejected by the system, the reason was very bright.

【Successor of socialism, this is your test. 】

Gushanna was so angry that she wanted to lift the table and test your balls. Why should our innocent new restaurant be dragged down by the bad reputation of the old restaurant?

[This test can be skipped with krypton gold, the required amount: [-] million US dollars. 】

Gushanna: "..."

If she had [-] million US dollars, she wouldn't be bald because of how to save money on publicity! ! !

If only there was some kind of magic that could instantly make the residents of the whole street lose their memory and completely forget the horrible smell of the old restaurant.

After thinking about it, Gu Shanna could only say to the staff: [Wait a while for the tasting, let's take the most primitive way and distribute leaflets along the street...]

In addition to their own printed leaflets, some of them were kindly sponsored by Damian. The style of those leaflets was similar to the leaflets of proxy killing services, with bold colors and scary copywriting. It was estimated that they could only be distributed in neighborhoods with a lot of young people.

Gu Shanna still remembers the most wonderful (sha) colorful (diao) sentence: "After eating this lump of bull|test|balls, you will be stronger than Batman! After you finish this bucket of Ganges water, you will be a Gothamite in the next life! "

She didn't even care about the fact that Damian couldn't distinguish between the Ganges and the Yellow River, she just wondered how his own father and Batman felt when he saw this copywriting.

And, it is urgent to popularize the correct Chinese history and catering culture to the people of Gotham.

Furthermore, the restaurant urgently needs to hire a professional, experienced, and energetic store manager. With such a huge store and three employees who are waiting to be fed, she can't survive alone!

After replying "no problem" in the group, Peter put on his hood, walked through the bustling crowd, and walked to the rented apartment.

In fact, with the subsidy given by the newspaper, Peter could have lived in a hotel with better conditions, but he always kept in mind that he was here as an undercover agent, so he kept everything simple and tried his best to make himself look like an ordinary and simple unemployed youth. Write "I'm a silk, I need a job" on the forehead.

Peter sometimes thinks that it must be the poverty-stricken demeanor on his face that has impressed the kind proprietress, so he can easily pass the interview and become an employee of the restaurant.

The apartment has been built for a long time, not to mention the old furnishings, and the services in all aspects are not up to date. There is not even a decent front desk service. There is only a symbolic old security guard who is almost 80 years old and can barely hear the sound at the entrance. .

Peter has only been here for two months, and he has caught [-] thieves, [-] voyeurs, and [-] female harassers. It's hard to believe how the residents here lived before he came.

If the theme of the "Sin City" column was such crimes, Peter could write a year's worth of manuscripts by himself.

After greeting the old security guard, Peter took out the access control and was about to swipe when he heard Mr. Stark's exclusive bell ring.

Without any hesitation, Peter immediately picked up the phone and said in disbelief, "Mr. Stark?"

"Son, I'll wait for you at the back door of the apartment." Tony Stark's voice was still so casual, "Come here quickly, I can't stay long."

"Come on!" Peter said, stuffing the access control into his backpack indiscriminately, walking through the empty corridor on the first floor because the residents were all working outside, and pushing open the back door with a rusty lock.

A luxury car with eye-catching details was parked there quietly. Happy stood outside the cockpit with his belly outstretched, stretching his neck and looking in the direction he came from.

After seeing Peter, his eyes lit up, and he gestured for him to get in the car.

Peter looked around and after making sure no one was following him, he ran over, opened the door and jumped into the car, and gave the well-dressed middle-aged man in the back seat a thick hug: "Mr. Stark!"

"Oh, you little brat scared me to death, what are you doing so nasty!" Tony said with disgust, but he put his arms around him honestly, "Tsk, why does it seem to be getting stronger?"

"The staff meals in the restaurant are so delicious." Peter let go of his hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement, "Mr. Stark, why are you here?"

Tony looked at the childish young man in front of him, and his complex thoughts came to his lips, and turned into a simple sentence: "The siren is sounding here in Gotham."

Thinking of Peter being an undercover agent in Gotham alone, neither being able to reveal his identity to cooperate with the government, nor having any weapons to support him, Tony panicked at the time and flew over overnight, fearing that something might happen to the kid.

Fortunately, the little guy seems to be in good condition, his skin is smooth and smooth, there is no new injury visible to the naked eye, and he has gained a lot of weight. Tony, who always compares himself to his old father, is instantly relieved.

Peter was taken aback: "What's the matter?"

Tony said solemnly: "Eric Lanshere, also known as Magneto, he is now the chairman of the Lanshere Group. His main business is selling electrical appliances, and his side business is collecting waste. Natasha has checked, he is currently in Gotham The purpose of the activities in the area is unknown, and the alarm was sounded for him."

Lan, Lanshere Group?The restaurant’s kitchen equipment seems to be bought at his house, and the proprietress is a lucky customer who got a 10 yuan recharge card.

Peter was not at the scene when the equipment was signed for. Later, when he heard Gaby talk about the situation at that time, although he had a moment of doubt, but thinking of Magneto's behavior style, he thought it was just the same name and surname.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the same person!

Young birthday!Magneto washes its hands and makes electrical appliances. Do other small partners in the electrical appliance industry have a future?

With his old man's destructive power, as long as he gestures High Five, the opponent's factory will rise from the ground in an instant, or it will fly across the Atlantic Ocean and disappear from sight, or it will be shattered into powder in the air.

Peter opened his mouth wide and was at a loss for words.

Tony didn't understand: "What's the matter, kid?"

"It's nothing." Peter suppressed the desire to complain, "I, I will keep an eye on his whereabouts."

"When you discover his whereabouts, report it immediately." Tony rarely put on a serious face, which shows that the matter is of great importance. "Gotham is not New York, this is someone else's territory."

Peter always felt that Mr. Stark spoke of "others" with contempt and defensiveness, and at the same time a modicum of appreciation.

Confused by his complex emotions, Peter couldn't help saying: "Mr. Stark, who is this 'other'?"

Tony returned to his usual indecency: "Don't worry about it, kid, just concentrate on being a little undercover agent for the newspaper."

Peter argued, "I'm already an adult."

"Well, it's amazing to be an adult." Tony smiled, and brushed his hair, "Hey, you are really a kid, why is your hair so soft?"

Peter let him ruin his hairstyle, but said in his mouth: "It has nothing to do with age, it mainly depends on genes."

"Little kid, you can talk back." Tony sneered, and patted him on the shoulder, "Go up, I can't stay long, I'm leaving now."

We were about to say goodbye when we first met, Peter was slightly disappointed, but he still put on his backpack obediently: "Goodbye, Mr. Stark."

"Goodbye, Peter." Tony patted him encouragingly, "Come on! Everyone is waiting for you to go back!"

After a while, Peter stood in the old and small elevator of the apartment, thinking over and over again Mr. Stark's sentence "This is someone else's territory".

He has never been an obedient and obedient baby, maybe on the surface, but he is extremely assertive in his bones, otherwise he would not choose to become a reporter.

Other people's territory?Who is this other person?Peter was pondering, and the names of several bigwigs with power and money in Gotham flashed through his mind.

A person who even Mr. Stark is afraid of three points, maybe he is still a colleague?

The elevator climbed slowly and hard to the eighth floor, and opened the door slowly and hard. Peter walked out carefully, for fear of making too much movement and making the equipment older than him burp on the spot.

After he got out, the elevator door did not close slowly and with difficulty, but made a crackling sound, as if a piece of paper was stuck somewhere.

Peter looked around, and sure enough, he saw something like a half-page leaflet stuck in the middle of the car door.He reached out to pull out the paper, the crisp sound stopped immediately, and the elevator door finally closed slowly and with difficulty.

Peter walked to the trash can, and before throwing it away, he casually glanced at the paper in his hand, and was immediately stunned.

【...The devil's son will help you!The package only costs 5000 yuan, and you can hunt down your enemies to the end of the world!It's super simple to frustrate bones and ashes, and it only takes three seconds to get it done easily!Contact number: xxx-xxx-xxxx]

Peter didn't know who made the flyer, but he knew the string of numbers at the bottom. The sender's contact information in one of the couriers that Gushanna brought back last time was this string of numbers.

Peter remembered that Gusanna said it was a brochure for a restaurant kindly sponsored by a friend, who seemed to be called Damian?

Peter was stunned for a few seconds holding the half page of dirty torn paper, then turned his head to search in the corridor.He was lucky, and soon found an undamaged leaflet at the door of a household at the top of the corridor.

[Which agency kill service is better?The Son of the Devil will help you!Beheaded, skinned, and chirping, the devil's son will help you!The package only costs 5000 yuan, and you can hunt down your enemies to the end of the world!It's super simple to frustrate bones and ashes, and it only takes three seconds to get it done easily!Contact number: xxx-xxx-xxxx]

As usual, Peter just laughed off such half-hearted copywriting.But for some reason, this flyer revealed a special aura of "I am serious" from the inside to the outside, which made him deeply disturbed.

Peter looked at the text and murmured, "Son of the devil."

It seems that he has a theme to write about for this issue of "Sin City" column.

At the same time, his thoughts were stirred by many worries: Does the proprietress know that her friend is engaging in such illegal activities?

The author has something to say: Dick Rampage: Damian!Come here! ! ! ! !

Damian picked up the leaflet and fled quickly.

Next, let’s enter the vest-picking session that the people love to see hahaha~