Marvel: From Spider-Man to No Return

Sunny afternoon, tea time.

Daily Bugle,Office.

"Boss, boss, big news..."

The clumsy newspaper employee broke into the office, raised his camera, and his face turned red with excitement.

"Boss, big news, Spider-Man... Uh, boss, what are you doing?"

Looking at Jameson in the office, holding an expensive cigar in his mouth and holding a Spider-Woman model in his hands, dancing to the music, the employees were confused.

"Ahem..."

Seeing someone coming in, Jameson hid the model in a flash, turned off the music, awkwardly touched his sexy mustache, took a deep breath of his cigar, and pretended to sit calmly on the chair.

"Jack, didn't I tell you to knock before entering?" Jameson said with a stern look on his face, holding a cigar in his mouth.

The employee quickly apologized: "Sorry boss, I'm rude, but this is really big news..."

While talking, he quickly took out the photo and put it on his desk, and said excitedly: "Boss, look, it's Spider-Man..."

"Snapped!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jameson glared, slapped the table and cursed: "Jack, you are challenging my bottom line.

I said that my newspaper does not report anything about Spider-Man. Spider-Woman is the real hero.

The guy in the metal suit is a complete trash, he is not a man at all."

Jameson seemed to have thought of something sad, looking at the "street photos" of Spider-Woman on the table with a heartbroken look on his face.

"He...he actually attacked my Spider-Woman. I can't spare him!" He gritted his teeth and almost broke the cigar in his mouth.

No matter which world he is in, Jameson is Spider-Man's biggest fan, and George is just a dwarf compared to him.

When the employee saw this, he scratched his head and said, "But boss, this is really big news. Spider-Man is filming a commercial."

Jameson dismissed it, "What's so weird about shooting commercials? I don't...what?"

He stood up suddenly, picked up the photo on the table and looked at it carefully, as if to distinguish the authenticity.

In the photo, Spider-Man wearing a metal suit shoots webbing and flies into the air at the advertising shooting site.

"Jack, isn't this guy a stuntman?" Jameson looked suspicious.

Jack affirmed: "It can't be wrong, what I saw with my own eyes is the real Spider-Man.

No stuntman would dare to jump from the highest point of the Empire State Building without taking any protective measures, and complete all kinds of unimaginable actions in the process."

Hearing this, Jameson stroked his mustache and said thoughtfully: "This Bichi must be short of money..."

Jack, you should write a column about Spider-Man right away. You must take Spider-Man off the altar and make my favorite Spider-Woman the only hero."

"Um, boss, this is not good, Spider-Man..."

The employee wanted to refuse, but when he saw the murderous look in Jameson's eyes, he immediately stopped talking.

"Okay, boss, leave this matter to me, but what's the reason?"

Jameson slapped the opponent on the forehead and roared: "Idiot, do you still need me to teach you the reasons?

Spider-Man's conspiracy is to defraud the trust and love of the citizens and make money by taking advantage of his rising popularity. He is a bitch!"

The employee covered his head and nodded repeatedly, "Okay boss, I'll do it right away..."

"By the way, there are also black guys, write them in together."

"Okay boss."

…

Advertising filming location near the Empire State Building.

"Ah!"

Yang Ming, who was wearing a metal suit, sneezed and rubbed the tip of his nose.

"It's strange that Spider-Man can still catch a cold with his physique?"

Yang Ming shook his head and turned to look at the blond men with wavy hair who were filming an underwear advertisement not far from the shooting location, and grinned.

"Maybe I'm allergic to a certain perfume. On Friday, turn on the air filtration system."

"Okay sir."

The air filtration system was turned on, and Yang Ming felt that his breathing became much easier.

Well, it’s so long, so white, and so smooth!

"Hi, Mr. Spider-Man, it's your first time filming a commercial. How do you feel?"

At this time, the director enthusiastically handed Yang Ming a cup of coffee and said with a smile.

He personally directs the commercial film shot by the superhero himself, and he is going to become popular.

Yang Ming took the coffee and nodded: "Well, not bad. When will the fee be called to me?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Spider-Man, we will transfer the money to your card soon."

"That's good." Yang Ming smiled with satisfaction.

On the first day of debut, the labor fee was comparable to that of international first-tier brands, so-so, okay.

If you are not in a hurry, the cost can be negotiated.

With artificial intelligence protecting the account on Friday, he doesn't have to worry about someone finding out his identity.

It doesn't matter even if he is found out, since he has no relatives here anyway, so he is not afraid of being caught.

As for friends…

Peter and Gwen are not ordinary people, so there is no need for him to worry.

Moreover, there have been frequent power outages in the apartment recently, and it seems that an interesting guest has arrived, and he has a good relationship with Ben Parker.

Come to think of it, I really don’t have the worries of having my identity exposed.

His only worry is poverty.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming stood up from his exclusive VIP seat and said to the director: "Okay, I have to rush to the next show. Thank you for the coffee, bye~"

Holding coffee in one hand, Yang Ming fired spider silk and flew up the tall building, leaving the shooting location.

Looking at Yang Ming leaving gracefully, everyone at the scene showed envious eyes.

…

For three days in a row, Yang Ming traveled to major advertising shooting locations, and the wealth he obtained was far greater than helping the police fight criminals.

Earn more?

many!

In exchange for the face.

Soon, the news of Spider-Man filming an advertisement was reported by major newspapers and websites. Citizens had mixed praise and criticism for Yang Ming's sexy operation.

Some people think that Spider-Man has fallen and his ideals have been tainted by money.

Some people also think that being able to see Spider-Man on TV every day is a blessing.

Compared with the other two "Spider-Man", Yang Ming is the most controversial, but controversy brings popularity, which in turn causes Yang Ming's appearance fee to skyrocket.

It was an unexpected surprise, and Yang Ming was very satisfied.

"Beep beep beep..."

At the filming location, the phone rang. Yang Ming answered the call with his legs crossed and waved to say hello to the fans outside the venue.

"Hey, Uncle Long, how are you? How are you doing lately?"

"You brat, you...are you short of money?"

On the other end of the phone, Chen Long's tone was a little worried.

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows, "Uncle Long, why do you ask that?"

Uncle Long seemed to know something, but he was also familiar with the boxing techniques used by Yang Ming. Chen Long was very familiar with it. The TV station reported it every day, so it was inevitable that special scenes would be captured, and it was normal for him to be recognized.

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just asking casually. If I need money, tell Master. Master has been working here for so many years and is still quite capable." Chen Long's tone was very confident.

Hearing this, Yang Ming felt a little moved and a little guilty.

He almost forgot that he also had a cheap master.

but……

What did Uncle Long say?

Does he have money?