Infinite Journey to the World of American Comics

In the winter, New York received a rare bright sunshine. You Sanbai was wiping glasses in front of the bar in boredom, while his boss, Richard, was sitting on a sofa by the window, having fun with his laptop.

You San's real name is You Haoran. Later, he found out that he had the same name as a fat guy from China and he stopped using this name. So, in order to take advantage of others, he gave himself an English name called Fake. It turned out that he was unlucky. So, in the end, he simply used his ranking among the brothers as his name.

You San has been coming to the bar for a week and has basically mastered his job. In fact, the work in the bar is not complicated. He does not need to move things and rarely needs to cashier. At most, he just serves wine and food to the guests. Moreover, Work is mainly concentrated in the evening, and few people come during the day.

Most of the people who came in the evening were friends of the boss, and no one paid them at all except Lawyer Murdoch and Frank the Punisher. But the strange thing was that some of them were dressed a little weirdly, and many of them were His whereabouts are mysterious, and no one else in Chinatown has ever seen him except him.

Of course, there are still many strange things in the bar. For example, he has never seen the bar chef, but no matter what time, no matter what weird dishes the guests order, the kitchen window can make the dishes in time, and Also full of flavor and color.

Also, the wine in the wine cabinet would not decrease no matter how he took it. Although Richard said it was a fully automatic wine cabinet, You San still felt a little weird.

What's even more mysterious is that as a bartender, he is the one with the fewest places to go in the entire bar. Whether it's the entertainment room downstairs or the guest room upstairs, he can't get in.

However, when the boss Richard discovered his curiosity and said something to him, he stopped worrying about these details. Anyway, just take it if you have money. Oh, yes, that sentence is: Curiosity can not only kill Cats sometimes kill people.

For example, now, even though the familiar BGM of Tom and Jerry comes from the boss's computer, and the boss is still having fun there, he will quickly erase this memory from his mind. Well, the boss said that it was intelligence collection work. , the less you know, the safer you are.

Just as Richard was happily collecting information, the phone on the table suddenly rang. He lowered his head and saw an acquaintance, Tony Stark.

"Hey, boss, what's the business?"

"No, I'm not your boss. Besides, I can't call you if I don't have business?"

"Haha, of course you can, and you can even come to my door. Speaking of which, you haven't been to my place for a long time. I left you a few bottles of good wine, just waiting for us to finish the entertainment down below."

"...Forget it, my body has not recovered recently and I am not suitable for strenuous exercise."

"It's not strenuous, not strenuous at all, and the exercise time will never exceed 1 minute."

"...Forget it, speaking of sports, do you want to participate in other sports?"

"Well, what kind of exercise?" When he mentioned this, Richard immediately sat up straight. Playboy asked him to do some exercise. This was a good job.

"How about a racing car? I've never tried it before. I'm going to Morocco to participate in a racing grand prix in two days. If you are interested, we can have a showdown on the racing track. How about it?"

"Racing..." Richard, who was about to refuse, suddenly remembered that this seemed to be a plot in Iron Man 2. On the racing track, there would be Ivan Vanke, a whipman who was as capable as Tony. This is a good boss, and he might be able to drop good skills from him.

"Okay, Tony, I'm very interested. When will we leave?"

"If you leave now, you should be able to catch the plane, haha, just kidding, come here quickly, I'll be waiting for you at the airport."

I'm so...

This kind of invitation is very Tony...

Richard hung up the phone helplessly, closed his notebook and walked towards the stairs with a dark face. Halfway there, he told You San: "I'm going out for a few days, and you can help look after the shop."

"Okay, boss, don't worry." You San agreed, and then he saw Richard walking into the stairwell without looking back. He walked out not long after, pushing the door open and walking out alone without anything. Got out.

........

Dang bang

The welcoming bell rang, and You San looked up. A white man with a high hairline walked into the bar and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, is Mr. Richard here?"

"you are"

"I'm Agent Phil Coulson from the IRS. I want to talk to him about the recent inflow of large amounts of money into his account." The man took off his sunglasses, took out a book of identification and held it up. In front of You San, although You San had never seen a real IRS document, he believed the other party because he looked like he was not afraid that you would see the problem.

"I'm sorry, our boss has been away for a few months for business. Oh, he just went out, didn't you see him?"

"I just went out a few months ago." Phil looked at the bar door behind him and said, "Main entrance."

"Yes."

...Is it such a coincidence? There are so many tourists in Chinatown that Coulson really didn't notice that he just passed by the mission target...

"Are you familiar with your boss's affairs?"

"I'm familiar with him. He's a good guy. Even though he hasn't been in the United States for a few days, he helps us all over the street every day. His character is beyond words. He also tells us every day not to do anything illegal... "

"Stop, stop, stop, okay, I get it...I'll come back in a few days." After saying this, Colson turned around and left the bar with a frown on his face.

"Who are you lying to when checking accounts? We all work in cash, aren't we the FBI? Pretending to be IRS." As soon as Colson left, You San looked away from his confused look and sneered. Don't look at him as a person. As a newbie, he has already received advice on these scenes, and his acting skills are absolutely passable.

At the New York Airport, Tony Stark stood on the ladder of his private plane and stared dumbfoundedly at Richard getting out of a taxi and strolling towards him.

"...You are too low-key. Although I don't pick up people many times, I have picked up a few. This is the first time I picked up a customer who came to the airport by taxi."

"I just came to the United States not long ago and I haven't bought a car yet. How about you give me one?"

"Okay, go back to my garage and see which car you like and drive away."

"I really like the one that can only be used by one person, the gold and red one, and the one that can fly and fire cannons, okay?"

"...what do you think?"

"Not sincere. Next time you come to me, the starting price is one steel suit."

"...Bah, crow's mouth, why should I ask you if nothing happens? Maybe you will have to ask me for something."

"Well, if I ask you for it, I'll pay you the same price, a steel suit."

"You also have a steel suit"

"No, I owe you first."

"..."

As soon as she entered the cabin, the beautiful young stewardess, whose short skirts were slit almost to her thighs, smiled and clapped, leaving Richard stunned.

"Hahaha, you didn't expect it, this is my sincerity, how about it?"

"It's not that good. It's too vulgar. Look at the little bits of fabric on the girls' bodies. What will they do if they get cold?"

"Um"

"It's okay. I'll have a heart-to-heart talk with them and try to make their hearts warm. Don't get me wrong, I'm just anti-vulgar."