Time and Space Office of American Comics

Chapter 33 Application
Looking at the rag in her hand, Natasha couldn't help but glance at Mars who was going to pour the wine, and almost couldn't help throwing the rag over.

It never occurred to her that Mars would really ask her to help clean, she just said it casually.

If she was given another chance, she would never choose that kind of words as the opening.

"Natasha!" Mars raised the wine glass in his hand and said, "Your movements are too slow, you need to speed up!"

Speed ​​up you bastard!
The forehead was beating slightly, and Natasha quickly waved the rag in her hand.

After a while, Natasha wiped all the tables, put the rag in front of Mars, and cut them into pieces one by one with the dagger she carried with her. Like a dangerous poisonous snake, she smiled and said: "Mars Boss Si, and..."

After a pause, Natasha noticed a smile in Mars's eyes, and hurriedly changed her words: "Let's talk."

Mars was a little disappointed, he still had garbage to take out.

Pushing a glass of wine to Natasha, Mars said, "What are you talking about?"

Looking at the wine in front of her, Natasha was speechless. Who invited someone to drink early in the morning?
Picking up the wine glass, she took a sip gracefully. Natasha took out a piece of printed paper, placed it on the table, tapped it, then pushed it to Mars, saying, "I'm here for this."

Wanted: Alcatraz Bar is now looking for all kinds of bar service personnel, regardless of gender and race, with good remuneration, salary interview for those who are interested.

Mars froze for a moment, and said, "So, Natasha, are you here to apply for a job as a cleaner?"

Natasha squeezed her fist, pressed her right hand with her left hand, and gently picked her long hair, and said, "Look at me, do I look like I'm here to apply for a cleaner?"

Mars looked Natasha up and down, and said, "So, you are no longer an agent?"

"Is there any conflict?" Natasha asked in surprise, "It's very common to work two jobs now."

"As a woman, I have a lot of things to buy."

"Hehe..." The corner of Mars' mouth twitched.

Three-year-olds don't believe this.

Holding her chin with her hands crossed, Natasha looked at Mars like a lazy cat and said, "Speaking of which, I'm curious how you know me."

When Mars saw her last night and called her by her name, she still cared a little.

Mars raised his eyebrows and said, "Then can you tell me why your chief asked you to come here?"

Natasha smiled and said, "He asked me to get in touch with you, to see if I can pull you into our side."

"Wow, it's so simple to explain the mission of your director?"

Although Mars had already guessed this kind of thing, he was still a little surprised that Natasha said it so directly.

"No!" Natasha shook her head slightly, and said, "I only said it because it was you."

"Wow." Mars picked up the wine with a smile, touched Natasha, and said, "That's really an honor."

"However, I can tell you in advance that it is impossible to join you."

Natasha nodded with a smile, and she didn't look angry at the refusal. Instead, she said, "A man like you really shouldn't be restrained."

"So, did I succeed in applying?"

Mars raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you applying for? A cleaner?"

Natasha's forehead twitched.

This bastard!

Maintaining an elegant smile, he pointed at the bar and said, "Bartender!"

"What bartender?"

Xiaolan poked her head out from the door, and when she noticed Natasha, surprise flashed in her eyes.

Natasha waved to Xiaolan, said hello, and said, "Hi, I'm the new bartender, Natasha!"

Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, walked out, and said politely: "Hi, my name is Xiaolan, welcome to the bar."

"Welcome, are you welcoming me?" T'Challa ran in with two big bags.

Are you downwind?

So hard to break into the topic, king, are you all right?

"Hey!" Smiling at Xiaolan, T'Challa shook the ingredients in his hand and said, "Look, is it enough?"

Xiaolan reached out to take it, and hurriedly said, "I'm really sorry, I've troubled you so much."

"No trouble!" T'Challa said boldly, and said, "Let me help you get in."

"Wait!" Mars reached out to stop the other party, and said: "Non-members of this bar are strictly prohibited from entering the kitchen."

T'Challa glared at Mars, not knowing why the other party should be a stumbling block in his pursuit of love.

"Ok?"

T'Challa noticed a piece of paper on the bar.

Recruitment?

With a move in his heart, T'Challa said, "I want to apply."

"Application?" Natasha was stunned for a moment and chuckled.

Glancing at T'Challa faintly, Mars said casually: "You are not qualified."

"What!" T'Challa exclaimed, and said, "You say I'm unqualified? I'm a top student at Oxford University!"

"Oh?" Mars raised his eyebrows and said, "Then what do you want to apply for?"

"Can you cook?"

T'Challa's mouth twitched.

"Can you clean the toilet?"

Don't even think about it!

"Are you going to be a security guard?"

If you pass it back, you will be laughed to death.

"You don't know anything, what are you applying for?"

T'Challa's black face seemed to have been repainted, making it darker by two points.

"Ahem." Natasha smiled and said, "There are also cashiers and waiters."

T'Challa's eyes lit up, and he said, "I'm applying for a cashier job!"

Mars glared at Natasha, but Natasha pretended not to notice, picked up the wine in front of her, and took a sip.

Xiaolan couldn't help laughing, and said, "Mars, aren't there few people here? Let T'Challa try."

Mars said coldly: "But you have to be responsible for cleaning."

"No problem." T'Challa agreed.

The current king is just a fool who was overwhelmed by a sudden love (thought he was).

It's nice to be young!

Mars couldn't help but sigh.

Xiaolan nodded to Natasha, turned and walked into the kitchen, but T'Challa grinned at Mars, and followed in.

Natasha yawned and said, "I'm going to rest. I was a little tired from working overtime last night."

Overtime obviously refers to finishing things for Mars last night.

"That's right." After Natasha got up, she suddenly turned her head, leaned lightly on Mars's shoulder, and whispered, "Sorry, those people are too clean."

After the words fell, before Mars could speak, he turned and walked towards the stairs.

Mars looked down at the golden liquid in the glass, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

It seems very interesting.

T'Challa, Natasha...

One is for Xiaolan.

One to gather intelligence and build relationships.

"Emmmm...I really look forward to it."

With a whisper, Mars turned into the bar, playing games while waiting for Xiaolan's breakfast.

(End of this chapter)