[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

To borrow money or not to borrow money, that is the question.

Lydia looked at Clark expectantly, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in her beautiful gray-green eyes.

The little girl waited nervously. Before the little reporter could speak, Lydia, whose nose was itchy, couldn't hold back, and sneezed with a ha-jio, her eyes and nose turned red, cute and pitiful.

Lydia was dumbfounded, and still wanted to cover her mouth but was too late, and slowly buried her face in her hands.

No, I'm ashamed to see people!

Clark couldn't help laughing.

He looks good when he smiles.

Clark Kent's appearance is actually handsome.It's just that he's used to wearing dull-framed glasses, and he's used to shrunk his tall figure, making him inconspicuous.

He has very, very nice eyes.

Behind the lens is a very refreshing blue, like a clear sky, so refreshingly blue.

The blue eyes were bent, and the corners of the eyes were stained with a smile. There was no malicious ridicule, but an inclusive and gentle smile.

Lydia quietly opened her fingers and looked at him through her fingers.

Clark had already prepared the money to be borrowed.

Not much—especially for the Miss Luthors—but not so stingy that the little girl had to count her pennies.

Lydia blushed and took the money.

The gray-green eyes are moist and full of sincerity, like a cub who only seriously remembers the person who saved it.

She was serious: "Mr. Clark Kent, you are a good man. I... will repay you."

Lydia is rich.

The little girl took the hard-earned money of Mr. Superman who did good deeds without leaving a name, and figured out what she should do.

Clark answered the phone and went out to continue the news. Lydia sat alone in the store and thought hard.

She doesn't even have a mobile phone now, and her physical fitness doesn't support her going back to New York to get something.The little money Clark lent her was for food, sleep, and maybe some medicine.

She really went to buy medicine, then passed by a store, and stopped quietly.

This shop takes apprentices.

Anyone else remember?Lydia's first dream.

—She wants to be a tailor.

***

Kingsman is an old custom tailor shop.

Because it always adheres to the customization concept that every needle and thread must be operated by human beings, the old store that originated in the UK for hundreds of years has opened two branches so far.

The main store is of course in Sevier Street, London, England, one branch is opened in Paris, France, and the other is opened in the United States.

For various reasons, this Kingsman finally gave up the bustling New York and opened in the metropolis adjacent to New York.

And Kingsman, on the surface, it is a custom fashion store in the UK, with old craftsmanship, old brand, and old inheritance; but behind the scenes, it is the world's agents without borders, also named "King'sman Kingsman", Many great things have been done from the past to the present.

However, since the superhero was born a few years ago, this group of old agents who have no allegiance other than world peace are about to retire.

The intelligence said that someone was going to split the two countries in the Middle East to fight—well, Iron Man went;

The intelligence said that someone installed a gun on the ferry and wanted to pull a boat of people to die together-well, Superman is coming;

Intelligence says someone has kidnapped a biologist and hid his research to destroy humanity—well, here comes Wonder Woman.

The agents who are loyal to their own country still have to fight for the interests of their own country. They Kingsman really have nothing to do.

Forget it, let's toss the students.

Kingsman no longer needs to do much publicity, because the name itself is a living sign.

As for Kingsman, no matter how good an agent is, he cannot forget his roots.They were originally, really, tailors.

American metropolitan branch, new shop, perfect, just a tailor shop.

The manager of the Metropolitan Kingsman is a man in his fifties.

He has the same hairline as a middle-aged British man, the same skills as an international agent, a black umbrella used as a crutch, and a cup of black tea that doesn't leave his hand.

Edric Black, a retired agent of the Kingsman Secret Service Organization, a gold medal tailor of the Kingsman Tailor Shop, formerly Bedwell, is now the manager of the Metropolitan Branch of Kingsman.

The window is spotless, the sample clothes are young and fashionable, the table and hang out the classic style at the door, and the high-end accessories and handmade leather shoes in another section perfectly interpret the uniqueness of "Kingsman".

Edric, proud to be a Kingsman.

After all, it is a new store and a new place, and the masters trained by Kingsman are all old British gentlemen, but since they have decided to do business in the United States, it may be a good idea to recruit some apprentices from the United States.

The report of soliciting apprentices only hung up for 6 minutes, and a young girl with ginger red hair came to the door.

The girl had a smile on her face, she was a little shy, and she was dressed in ordinary clothes, but she performed well, and being shy did not mean timid.

The little girl seemed to have caught a cold, but her voice was still crisp, and she said each word seriously: "Hello, sir, what are the requirements for recruiting apprentices here? If it is like the notice says, you must be talented. I am willing to learn, what do you think of me?"

Edric took a sip of the mellow black tea.

The metropolis is not London, and the umbrella is useless. Fortunately, he has time to drink tea: "What's your name?"

"Lydia, Lydia Lexie."

"Fine. What will you do?"

"I think I can do everything," she said. "I can learn what I'm not good at. I'm a quick learner."

"Can you cut or sew?"

"I will!" Lydia laughed. "I'm good at stitching."

Edric eyed Lydia.

"Once you start studying, you can't give up." The old man squinted his eyes. "How long can you persist?"

The little girl clenched her fists: "I can hold on until the next time aliens invade the earth."

Edric: "..."

It was the first time he heard this answer.

But no problem, he likes it.

The old gentleman stretched out his hand, and tapped Lydia's forehead through the glove: "What are you going to call me?"

The girl's eyes were originally bright, but now they seemed to reflect the entire starry sky.

She felt that she had finally brought her wrong life back on track.

"Hi teacher, thank you for your generous guidance in the future!"

***

The rich second-generation lady transformed herself, gave up the Wanguan family property, and became a small tailor in the shop.

She began to learn the basics bit by bit, learning to choose fabrics, learning sewing skills, learning design, learning board, learning tailoring, learning fashion.

Kingsman was rich, with food and housing included, and rented a single apartment for Lydia less than three streets away from the store.

The little girl took care of her body and kept her feet on the ground step by step. When she really rested and felt the steady return of her strength, she wrapped up the gift she was going to give to Clark with satisfaction, and asked him out.

It happened that there was an opera performance in the metropolis, and Mr. Edric gave Lydia two tickets.Lydia thought about it, and probably only Clark could deliver it.

They met in a restaurant, and Lydia prepared the money that Clark lent her, plus a gift she made herself, put them on the table, and pushed them in front of Clark.

"Give it to me?"

"Well, guess what?"

"Uh, I can't guess."

When she was in a good mood, Lydia looked more like a cute girl of her age.

The girl was smiling, and the gray-green in her eyes was gradually deepening.

"I made it myself," she said, no longer covering up the accents she once picked up in the old neighborhood, "Do you like it?"

This is a tie.

Black, with a dark red dividing line embroidered on one-third of the tie, and a green "L" embroidered on the back of the tie as Lydia's logo.

Very simple, but very nice.

The girl blinked her eyes, full of anticipation: "How about it, isn't it good?"

Clark happily accepted it, thanked her, and said earnestly, like someone who came here, "Lydia, are you having conflicts with your family?"

Lydia nodded: "It's a bit irreconcilable."

Clark could only shut up.

And I have a headache again, why is Luthor so difficult to deal with.

Lydia rolled her eyes meaninglessly twice, and took out two tickets from her small bag as if suddenly realizing it.

"Clark, I almost forgot, are you going to the opera tonight?"

"what?"

"If you don't go, I'll go online and ask if anyone wants a ticket. There's still an hour and a half to go, so I should be able to wait until someone asks."

Clark wanted to buy a ticket but missed the time to save the world Kent: "...thank you."

***

Being rich is a kind of super power. Having money can really make people do whatever they want within a certain range.

Luther didn't know what happened this week, seven days a week, announced four scientific and technological achievements.There is also the return of a titled space exploration team, which is also a big event.

Lex Luthor attended the press conference and was responsible for the speeches on both technology and space.Clark, as always, was in charge of news writing and running the venue.

"Mr. Luthor, is it true that the computer runs twice as fast as it is?"

"Yes, although the performance is unstable, it is still in the follow-up research and development."

"Mr. Luthor, may I ask whether the exploration team claims that the existence of aliens is related to the Kryptonian technology and Mars technology on Earth?"

"Sorry, although alien technology is advanced, please believe that we can do it ourselves."

"Mr. Luthor, may I ask if the possibility of the drug killing cancer cells clinically is more than 30.00%?"

"The drug deployment ratio is still being adjusted, and the probability is estimated to be around 40.00% five."

"Mr. Luthor, your approval rating remains high. Do you have any thoughts on participating in the next presidential election?"

"This is not a political briefing, refuse to answer, please leave."

"Mr. Luthor, may I ask what kind of response you want to make to Interstellar Lab's request that you intercept space signals—"

"Miss Lane was joking. It must be a misunderstanding caused by a mistake in some link."

The person who asked this sharp question was Louise Lane, the head reporter of "Daily Planet". This petite female reporter is a pillar of the industry.

Time was limited, and in order to have the opportunity to ask a few more questions, she stared at the tall and tall Clark Kent with encouraging eyes, forcing him to squeeze to the front.

Clark looked helpless.

Lex Luthor never gave him face before, I hope this time Lex will be a little more reasonable and cooperate with his work.

"Mr. Luther, may I ask—"

Lex Luthor, who was wearing a black suit with the same color shirt and tie, only a little jewel accessory of a different color, glanced at Clark, and his eyes skipped over his tie.

Skip him again.

"Next person."

Clark: "..."

What the hell is going on with you Luther?