Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

The day before the start of school, I went to Gotham University to report in advance. Fortunately, there are many students like me who are looking for internships in the fourth year of the university. For students like us who cannot spare time to report on the start day, there are Early check-in program.

The matter of going to New York must also be told to my father in advance.After all, I really don't know how to tell him why I, a salted fish who can lie down but can't sit up, and can sit but can't stand up, suddenly became so enthusiastic about life.

It's mainly about social death, and it's very likely that others don't think much of it at all. The most important thing is that I can't pass this test in my own heart!

Before I adjusted my mentality, I felt that whenever I saw my dad, I would think of the words I asked my dad.

Not the one about the Batcave, it's about Batman and Bruce Wayne's anecdote.

Woohoo, I must have had a brain twitch yesterday.Otherwise, how could you say such things when you know my father is Batman?

Fortunately, my reasons for leaving home are very legitimate, and at the dinner table earlier, I mentioned that I would find an internship during school. My father even asked me if I wanted to go to Wayne Enterprises for an internship. At that time, I still Thinking in my heart, isn't this the heavenly relationship household?Will I be excluded because of going through the back door?

At that time, I rejected my father's kindness, which was really a prescient decision.If I promised my dad an internship at Wayne Corporation, then the problem would be even worse.

As my future boss demanded, I did not save him money on the plane ticket.Although I haven't decided whether I really want to work in the other party's company.

After all, the work of a personal assistant is actually not within the scope of my work plan. I have to meet my future boss before I can make a decision.

Anyway, I paid first for the first-class air ticket.If I am sure that I want to work in the other party's company, it will not be too late to ask for the money afterwards, it is not that I am short of the money.

But as a former social animal and a future social animal, I don't think it feels like being a subordinate if I don't get something from the boss.

Damn it, it must be Big John's fault for me to be so distorted, let him change the fifth version of the design draft back to the first version later!

After the plane landed, as soon as I arrived at the pick-up gate, I saw a strong bodyguard, still wearing a decent black suit, holding a sign of "Roxy Vasquez" in his hand. It was my future boss who said Pai Come pick me up.

I pushed my luggage and walked towards him, and at the same time, I was on my phone to tell my dad that he was safe.

After all, this time is the same social death as last time, so I urgently need to leave home.

But this is a legitimate trip that I have applied for in advance, and it is normal to tell my father when I arrive at the destination.

"Be safe," my dad replied.

I think since my dad's secret identity was exposed in front of me, he has changed from the original sweetheart pig daddy to this kind of cold and heartless dad who only responds briefly. Damn it, is he too lazy to deal with me? Tell me your secret identity!

"Hey! Are you the driver who came to pick me up? I'm Roxy Vasquez." I walked up to the bodyguard holding the sign, who obviously saw me from my future boss. The photos on the website, among other things, my face is quite recognizable.

As for the name, why didn’t I say the real name I had changed back to? The main reason is that after being brought home by my dad, I lived a life of luxury and money for two full weeks, completely forgetting that I still had to register for a job on a job search website.

Therefore, I kept forgetting to change my name, and the other party contacted me and called me Miss Vasquez, obviously not knowing my real name.

That makes sense, and if I were asked to hire Tony Stark as my personal assistant to the president one day, I'd probably laugh three times and send the person who suggested it to the brain department.

Well, taking my idol as an example is a bit of a touchstone, but that's what it means.

"I know, Miss Vasquez, the boss has been waiting for you for a long time." The tall bodyguard said with a smile. He seemed to be a very happy person in his life, with a simple and honest smile on his round face , I grinned, feeling that the other party looked familiar.

Seems like I've seen it somewhere.

In the car, the bodyguard and driver was really a very talkative person, and as an acquaintance, I naturally went up the ladder, happily exchanged contact information with him, and began to inquire about my future boss.

"Mr. Hogan, may I ask what kind of person the boss is? Mainly... Is he easy to get along with?"

As a dreamer who is not short of money and just wants to do something, the only thing I worry about is that my future boss, like Big John, is a stinking idiot who can tear off all his face at any cost in order to save money and squeeze employees.

"Thor, well, our boss is very nice, so you don't have to worry about things like salary and public account reimbursement, but he may be a little-willful."

The driver, Mr. Hogan, thought for a few seconds before giving such a shortcoming. I blinked my eyes and was not surprised.

If I were rich, I'd definitely want to have as much as I want.

Wait, I'm just rich.

Then why do I still feel sad for my own social death.jpg?

I he? Mom is a fool.

I'm a super, invincible, big fool.

When I was standing downstairs in the Avengers Tower, I didn't even realize what the problem was.

After all, after I became a fan of my idol, this is almost a holy place of pilgrimage for our fans——

It may be an exaggeration to say this, but I have actually seen radical fans praying to Captain America here-so I am not unfamiliar with this place, after all, this is one of the busiest places in downtown New York.

I'm an idiot, I didn't even realize the problem when nice Mr. Hogan took me into Avengers Tower.

No, or rather, it didn't occur to me at all that Tony Stark was the willful future boss whom I had to watch to keep him from dying.

After all, the name of the person who delivered the email to me was clearly Steve Clint Banner!

"You're here, Miss Vasquez." My idol was wearing a dirt-resistant overalls vest, and I was holding a wrench in my hand. I didn't know what I was doing, and I said to Happy—Mr.

Express strong condemnation, my future boss seems to be doing his own work, how can he wait for me!

No, what am I talking about, how can I make my idol wait, damn it, I should just buy the fastest flight and rush over after the email yesterday!

"Or should I call you Miss Wayne?" Tony Stark, who had only met in Los Angeles less than a week ago, now looks a lot less luxurious, with black oil on his arms, and the workbench in front of him. It is full of parts that I can't understand, and it looks like something is being assembled.

"Luo, Roxie is fine, Mr. Stark." I stuttered, and I must say it five hundred times. This half month is the most embarrassing, stuttering and dazed half of my life. moon.

"Tony..." My idol shrugged and put down the wrench and the half-assembled parts in his hand: "Happy will take you to the reception room, you can do whatever you want...I have to clear these things."

My idol spread his hands, pointing clearly at his oil-smeared overalls vest and his black, oily forearm. I nodded, and was taken to the huge reception room by Harbin in a dizzy state. It didn't look deserted inside, and I even saw a few paintings on the walls, which were particularly artistic.

In less than 10 minutes, Tony Stark packed himself up, pushed open the door of the reception room, and said to Happy, "I will trouble you when Pepper is on a business trip to France, safety first."

Happy shrugged, opened the door and went out, leaving me alone in front of my idol, I was done.

I will definitely do some stupid things or say some stupid words, socially kill myself in front of my idol, and then because I can't bear my embarrassment and embarrassment, I just turn around and jump out of the beautiful scenery behind me.

No, forget it, shame is not as important as life.

"About work, just as stated in the email, my secretary, Pepper, is going on a business trip to France in half a month. So I hired an assistant to do some chores. The working hours are very flexible, and you can pay whatever you want. Mention, board, lodging and travel will be reimbursed by Stark Industries."

My idol, no, my boss said with great wealth, I was almost thrown out of the idol filter by him at this moment, and then thrown into the beloved good boss filter.

Even for the super-rich company that everyone wants to be in, the richest man in New York, this kind of job pay is really good.

Especially my previous job was under that stinky Big John. That guy, not to mention the reimbursement of public accounts, wished we could buy him breakfast, lunch and dinner, afternoon tea and supper every day, and then let us all Pay the bill.

After that, we still have to set up various names to deduct our salary and bonus. I doubt that if Big John continues to be the boss, one day he will be assassinated by his employees.

"Excuse me, why did you admit me? There are many people who want to enter Stark Industries as an assistant to the president, right?"

My way of asking this question can be said to be euphemistic. As a fan of Tony Stark, I must have a very thorough understanding of Tony Stark's popularity. There are definitely not a few people who pay for this job. There are a lot of smart big sisters for him to choose from. I don't understand why he should choose me, who has no experience in assistant work.

"Not everyone is like you, and there is no threat to this building." Tony Stark waved his hand: "You are not short of money and cannot be bought."

Oh yes, Tony Stark doesn't work at Stark Industries.After all, what I'm stepping on now is the base of the Avengers in New York...

So he thinks that because of my family, it is impossible for me to be a big villain or a ghost sent by others?

"Besides, you can call this—fan welfare." My idol pulled the corner of his mouth, and his neatly trimmed mustache moved slightly along the arc of his smile: "I can't wait."

Oh, he's so good looking... No, can't wait for what?