Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

On the first night of my formal employment, Damian finally disappeared from home. After I sent a message to Tim to confirm, I found out that Damian and my father went to Mars for some urgent mission. The return date Undecided.

And as a person with a big heart, knowing that my family seems to have a secret identity——

I think Jason has it too, but I can't think of another superhero I know who has a bird or a bat on his chest—

Afterwards, my focus was really only on my own social death.

As for how powerful and important their secret identities are, it is really beyond my scope of consideration.

My father and Damian are on a business trip. I hope that by the time they come back, my skin will have grown thick enough to ignore all the social deaths I have done in front of them.

Today is the time when Tony is going to inspect the branch office in New York.Although when he was talking to me, I almost showed [So you will also inspect the company?I thought you were a hands-off guy like my dad. ], it was only thanks to my professional work literacy that I was able to hold back.

But I think Stark Industries may have developed some kind of equipment with mind reading function.

Otherwise, why would my boss squint at me and ask me angrily, "Why, you don't think I look like someone who can manage a company?"

I shook my head hastily, even if I really thought so, it would be impossible for me to admit it in front of my boss. I have already experienced severe beatings in the workplace - it is also because of this that I am able to go home and lie down. Time is so happy.

Speaking of which, the reason why I work hard when preparing salted fish is not because of my bad mouth that says whatever comes to mind?

Thinking of this, I shut my mouth even more obediently, and kept using my head to show that I have no second thoughts about my loyalty to my boss.

However, my boss rolled his eyes at me very unhappily, and then waved his hand: "Wait a minute, the board of directors is going to have a meeting, you stay in my office, you can do whatever you want... by the way, buy me a cup of coffee .”

On the second day after I just started working, I still had very few things to do.Even yesterday, after I solved the problem of choosing a father or a mother, no, choosing a boss or a secretary who can manage the boss, after studying the [580 Difficult Requirements of Difficult Bosses], I I feel that my existence is to prevent the boss from killing me casually.

To put it simply, I was not hired just to follow Tony Stark. On the contrary, I am here to prevent Tony from being too self-willed, including but not limited to eating donuts and coffee for three meals a day Served with beef cheeseburgers, arbitrarily held a press conference to shut down any company department, excessively arrogant words and deeds made Congress focus on Stark Industries again, etc.

These are all seemingly fanciful things, I really don't know what Miss Pepper has experienced.

Although I don't want to know at all.

Ever since I found out the secrets of my father, my girlfriends, and my brothers, I felt that my peaceful life as an ordinary person seemed to be gradually drifting away from me. I could lie flat and do nothing every day, but unexpectedly I feel that life has become tense, and I even pay attention to the news of my family members unconsciously.

Although it seems to be very peaceful these days, when I searched for "Batman" on Twitter for the fifth time and saw the news of the alien Zerg invasion a week ago, I realized that I had indeed been dragged into the Not very peaceful life.

There must be no regrets... Maybe there is one thing, I always think unconsciously.If I didn't hide my injury because I was poor when I was injured, then maybe I can be like them now-and have the strength to fight.

I always say that I can only empathize with other people’s plight after I have personally experienced it. I used to like to complain about superhero lovers, family members or friends in movies, comics, and novels. I always feel that they are really ignorant of current affairs. .

But when it's your turn, you'll know—people really can't become creatures completely controlled by reason.

"Understood, may I ask if it's the same with sugar and milk?" I held Tony's tablet in my hand, and I didn't know until yesterday that my boss doesn't like to take things from other people's hands.

So that day he took the pen and paper from me to sign as a fan benefit. I think it should be for my dad's sake.

However, this habit of my boss doesn't seem to be a real habit. Many times he just simply dislikes others.

Even seeing this from [One Thousand, 580 Difficult Requirements of Difficult Bosses] still surprises me.

Because whether it was coffee, donuts, or the half portion of pasta sautéed in olive oil that was supposed to be mine, I handed everything directly to Tony, and I never saw him say no.

I think it's very likely that this is something my boss uses to gag people he doesn't like or want to deal with.

Regardless of whether my boss doesn't want to deal with it or just has a quirk for the time being.Anyway, this disgust has not spread to me so far, Tony smiled: "It's the one you bought last time."

Got it, it turns out that I am not the only one who is a fan of adding sugar and milk to the explosion.

My boss left the office slowly and walked towards the meeting room.And I happily followed the elevator to the first floor. The New York branch of Stark Industries is not as good as the Avengers Building.

But it is also in the urban area, there is a famous coffee shop a few hundred meters across the street, I just need to come back here within two hours of the boss's expected meeting.

Afternoon tea at public expense, yes, if you want to ask what is the happiest, of course it is the happiest fishing!

With the mentality of not being a good subordinate if you don't touch fish, I happily stepped into the coffee shop with the acquiescence of my poor boss who opened the board of directors.

Just pushed open the glass door, the rich aroma of coffee accompanied by the sweet aroma of the cake came out.

Even though school had already started and it was time for work and classes, the store seemed to be doing very well. It took me a few minutes to find a two-seater seat in the corner.

After I ordered the pastoral latte and tiramisu and returned to my seat, I was free to calm down and observe the scenery outside the window carefully.

It is not necessary to live in the countryside to observe beautiful scenery.After all, I have lived in urban areas since I was a child. Although Fawcett City is not as prosperous as New York, it is still not a small city. What you can see most clearly when sitting in a coffee shop is the pace of life in the entire city.

New York is exactly the same as it was before I left for Gotham, nothing has changed.

Pedestrians walking hurriedly on the road held cups of coffee in their hands, and the sling bags on their shoulders were jumping and jumping with their fast pace. I put the tray I was carrying on the table and sprinkled delicate tiramisu on it. With the slightly bitter cocoa powder, the overly sweet taste is well adjusted.

Then I picked up my cup of pastoral latte with sugar, milk, and bursting, and took a sip happily. The summer that has not yet passed was well suppressed by the air conditioner in the coffee shop and the ice cubes in the pastoral latte. He turned his head happily, and his eyes fell on a man with long black hair tied up outside the door.

He looked to be in his mid-thirties, and I think almost anyone looking out would have noticed him.

The man was wearing a simple sweatshirt and seemed to be an oriental.But I can't quite tell which country I am from, and my sight is definitely not very conspicuous among the eyes of many people.

Because that person followed us and didn't care about us, but sat under the blazing sunshine of late summer in New York, like a beautiful scene on the street.

I guess he was waiting for someone.

However, there are not many happy office workers like me who have time to sit here and not get [-] phone calls from the boss to urge and curse.

Whether it was the girls at the table in front of me or the big sisters at the table behind, they all left quickly with their coffee or drinks, leaving me sitting in the coffee shop bored.

The waiting time always passed extremely slowly. After sitting for half an hour, I finally moved my eyes away from the colorful passers-by outside the window, and also from the man who looked different from ordinary people. Open, and landed on the tablet I carried with me.

I made a draft of Captain America and Superman yesterday. Today I can quickly refine it and outline the line draft. If I have time, I can add half of the color.

If I hadn't been interrupted by countless messages, I would have finished the line draft yesterday.

But who knows how much effort it took me to push the boss who was clamoring for a beef cheeseburger directly to the busy Miss Pepper in France, and let her discipline the boss who had already eaten donuts for me.

Fortunately, Ms. Pepper is a good person. She never makes things difficult for her subordinates. She is a good boss who dares to challenge her boss. I will always like her.

I looked at my line draft with some dissatisfaction. The god of the world flying in the clouds looked down at the earth, and on the ground, Captain America, who symbolized tenacity, courage, and fighting spirit, held a shield with a resolute face. People face the coming darkness together, and the unknown alien creatures in the darkness.

The aliens I actually used were the very impressive alien buggers I saw the other day.

After all, I've only seen aliens twice in my life.And I must say that even the aliens that caused my ligament injury are far less mentally polluted than these alien Zerg.

Just think about it, a cockroach, ant, and spider taller than you are standing in front of you.

It's not the real Lord of the Rings movie.

While I was painting, I was complaining happily in my heart, until a voice sounded in my ear, and I didn't notice that there was someone standing next to me.

That's the man who looks very unusual.

"Roxy Vasquez," he said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."