Marvel Spy

Zhang Xin met Little Pepper at the door and said very familiarly: "Mr. Stark's safety will be left to you for the time being."

Faced with Zhang Xin's irresponsible behavior, Little Pepper's face was swollen with anger: "Mr. Cormorant, isn't this right? You are the bodyguard..."

"I know, but as far as I know, no outsider can sneak into Mr. Stark's workshop, so the only time he needs our protection is when he leaves the villa, or..."

Little Pepper subconsciously said: "What is it?"

"Other people with access to the villa and workshop suddenly came to visit."

"Mr. Cormorant, you are sowing discord."

"I'm just stating a fact. You can doubt my intentions, but I hope you don't risk Mr. Stark's life because of your dislike for me."

Little Pepper pursed his lips and said nothing.

"If you have the above two situations, please contact us as soon as possible... Okay, let's go first, goodbye."

Zhang Xin is really not worried at all. Stark Industries is the largest arms dealer in the United States. Although there are not many bodyguards in this villa, it is actually more heavily guarded than any other place outside.

Tony Stark is a man with artificial intelligence.

And Zhang Xin knew that Stark was going to study the Iron Man armor recently. This would be a huge project, and Stark wouldn't have time to wander around.

So he quickly left the villa without any worries, and Cicada followed behind him without saying a word.

They first went to a burger restaurant to eat something, then went to Chinatown and secretly took out the big bag containing US dollars from their home.

Cicada glanced at the bag and then said, "You really didn't donate a dime."

"Didn't I donate million to Longhua? What else do you want?"

Cicada couldn't help laughing.

"But I remember that you want to help the elderly and children who are not cared for."

"I'll talk about it when I make a fortune, and the situation abroad is a bit different. I can't just pay money casually, or I'll become an enemy." Zhang Xin was silent for a while, and then continued: "I have studied before, and I'm still Chinese. Opened a school, but now that I think about it... I haven't taught the Three Character Classic, basically I haven't taught the three hundred Tang poems... On the contrary, I have taught a lot about the fact that if my parents beat me, I should go to the police..."

The development of any civilization is a process of integration and being integrated.

Although the world today is an era of highly developed information and there is also the concept of the so-called global village, ideological struggles between nations and between countries do exist and will continue to exist for a long time.

Now that blood fusion is inevitable, how can China pass it on? Zhang Xin believes that culture is the most fundamental thing.

Throughout the five thousand years of history, China has fallen several times, but in the end all the foreign races disappeared, leaving only China.

Are all aliens dead?

No, they just integrated into China and became part of China.

You can marry a foreigner, marry a foreigner, or even immigrate to a foreign country. This is an inevitable phenomenon.

He doesn't like this phenomenon himself, but he understands such behavior.

But what is the bottom line? The bottom line is that culture cannot be lost.

If a person has pure blood, his parents and grandparents are all Chinese, but he speaks incomprehensible birdsong, and when he talks about his compatriots, he shakes his head with contempt on his face, feeling that he is superior to others.

Such people are not fellow-citizens.

If a person is of mixed race, he may only have one-tenth of the Chinese blood in his body, but he is an enlightenment of the Three Character Classic, inherits the Chinese culture, and has a feeling of identification with his compatriots, such a person can become a compatriot.

However, the reality is far from ideal, because most of the people who leave the motherland to acquire foreign nationality, or simply go out to work, often either do not do well in the country, or do not agree with certain things in the country.

After such people go out, it is conceivable how they will evaluate their motherland.

Coupled with the fact that in a foreign country, we have already tried our best just to survive, and cultural inheritance itself is not necessary for survival.

Gradually, it gradually drifted away!

So it’s not that you can’t donate, but if you want to donate, you have to donate to schools that deserve help.

Moreover, he felt that in order to obtain the cultural identity of Chinese Americans, the strength of the motherland is actually the most fundamental thing. Compared with it, donations and so on are just small ways.

The two chatted a lot along the way, and soon came to a tall building.

"It's here, come in with me?"

"No, just go, I'll wait for you outside."

"Aren't you afraid that I will take the money away?"

"Not afraid!"

Cicada nodded, and didn't seem a little excited by this trust, and went in with a bag of money on her shoulders.

Zhang Xin sat quietly in the car and waited.

He did not see that Cicada entered the door normally at first and then took the stairs upstairs. When he came to the stairwell on the second floor, he did not continue going up or enter the office building on the second floor. Instead, he stood in the stairwell and took out his mobile phone.

She turned off the recording software that was open, put her phone back in her pocket, and then continued walking up.

Cicada stayed in this building for about five minutes. When she came out, the bag on her body was gone, and she had an extra card in her hand, which contained million US dollars.

Well, clean money, and no change.

After getting the money, go to the bank to open a trading account, so that you can buy and sell stocks.

But in Zhang Xin's situation, he naturally couldn't participate in the sale by himself, so he still needed to find a suitable agency company.

Cicada's suggestion was to let the money laundering company help take him away, but Zhang Xin immediately refused because this company exuded a black aura from the inside out.

Afterwards, they went to several agency companies, and finally found a securities company run by a Jew to settle the matter.

In short, after finishing these things, I rented a house near Stark's villa, and it was already three days later.

The two of them were having a barbecue that day when Zhang Xin's phone rang suddenly.

He had black lines all over his face, thinking that it was the Jew who recommended all kinds of rotten stocks to him, and turned on the phone only to find that it was Pepper's call.

"Damn it, it's Chili Pepper."

Cicada screamed: "I'm going, I forgot about this matter, Stark won't die, right?"

Zhang Xin rolled his eyes, then answered the phone: "Miss Potts, what are your orders?"

"Uh, Mr. Cormorant, Mr. Stan is here. When are you coming?"

Zhang Xin curled his lips and said, "It's okay, it's not time to turn your face completely. You just get along with them normally."

Little Pepper listened to the beeping on the phone, and the intensified quarrel between Tony Stark and Mr. Stan from the room, she was completely broken.

She was Tony Stark's life assistant, but she was actually recruited by Stan.

Within the company, the two people have about the same power, and because of Stark's cynicism, Stan's reputation on the board of directors is even higher than Stark's.

In other words, no matter who she offends, her job may be lost.

God, Tony Stark is just a jerk, why are the two bodyguards he hired so bastard.

Zhang Xin didn't know about Little Pepper's situation, even if he knew, he wouldn't care too much.

"The fire isn't strong enough. Add more fire... I'll get some cumin... It tastes good. You can try it."

Cicada took a sip and showed an expression of enjoyment: "That's right, don't we really need to go?"

"No, don't worry, I'm here."

Cicada took a big gulp of cold beer and showed a relaxed smile: "This is the easiest task I have ever encountered, it's great!"

Zhang Xin watched the news on TV that the military conflict intensified in the area where Stark was arrested, and the people were living in dire straits, thinking that such days might not last long.

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