The Father of Superheroes

"Peter, remember the name! Luke, take the money! Make sure you order it right!"

At the entrance of the cafeteria, Gwen directed the two of them with a serious look.

Turning to look at the people in front of him, he said, "Okay, you can pay and say your names."

"What? Want two?"

"No! I mean, wait until you try it before you decide. What if it doesn't taste good? I won't refund the money!"

Gwen looked thoughtful for the other party.

Unappetizing?

how is this possible!

But you can't be full, I remember a book called this method is hunger marketing.

Yes, that's probably what it means.

Gwen muttered inwardly, but there was a big smile on her face.

Not many people, only eight people, but this is the start of her Gwen billionaire Kent business!

Looking at the green bill, Gwen made a quick calculation in his heart.

She charged five dollars for a roujiamo, although it was a bit expensive, but it was carefully made by his father! Definitely worth the price!

So, it's forty, give her dad ten dollars, or not, and then give Luke and Parker two dollars each, and she has at least twenty-six left!

Gwen's eyes lit up, and the big eyes were full of "sinful" rays of light.

"All right!"

Seeing that several people had paid the money, Gwen waved his little hand and said, "We will meet at the entrance of the cafeteria at noon tomorrow."

The children nodded and left quickly, but the boy who asked Gwen first turned his head to Gwen and said, "You can't lie to us, I remember your name and class!"

Gwen snorted softly and said, "Me, Gwen! It's business integrity!"

"Give!"

Luke handed the money to Gwen and exclaimed, "You're amazing!"

Peter nodded his head too, looking at Gwen with admiration.

That's forty dollars!

Gwen borrowed money, shook it in his hand, took out two and handed them to Luke, saying, "For the hard work, I need your help tomorrow."

Luke blinked, took the money, and whispered, "Aren't you afraid that Uncle Mike will get angry when he finds out?"

"Probably not?"

Gwen looked at the money in his hand and gritted his teeth: "It's a big deal to get a few votes!"

Saying that, she took out two more dollars and handed it to Peter, saying, "I need your help tomorrow, Peter!"

Peter blushed and waved his hand: "No, you don't have to give it to me, I'm happy to help."

"no!"

Gwen put the money into Peter's hands and said solemnly, "We are collaborators, I can't treat you badly!"

Peter lowered his head and said, "Thank you!"

Then he clenched his fist and said to Gwen, "I will work hard!"

"I like you!"

Gwen patted Peter on the shoulder, smiling brighter than the sun at this time.

Peter froze for a moment.

"Okay, class is about to start, let's go!"

Gwen said something and turned to leave.

For some reason, looking at Gwen's back, Luke and Peter felt that Gwen was tugging.

…

At the same time, Clark has also successfully become a trainee reporter.

Part of the diploma and photos taken over the years, coupled with his gentle and friendly image, let him pass the interview effortlessly.

Daily Planet, start work tomorrow.

Clark glanced at the office building behind him and drove away with satisfaction.

Speaking of cars...

This is what Mike bought for him two days ago to make it easier for him to commute to get off work.

He didn't want it at first, but when he heard his dad whisper to him that he bought a manor for Charles at a huge price, Clark instantly felt at ease.

Although the speed of the car was slow, he did not drag the car, but instead enjoyed this soothing speed.

So many years of wandering life made him more stable.

"Huh? Stark Industry Fair?"

Looking at a billboard not far from the traffic light, Clark glanced with interest.

Tony Stark is Iron Man. There was a lot of uproar about this a while ago, and the relationship between the other party and their family is not bad, which made him a lot of interest in this expo.

You can bring Gwen with you then.

However, there is still some time before the exposition begins.

"Drip!"

The urging sound from behind him sounded, Clark closed his eyes, and was about to drive past the traffic light when a harsh voice sounded behind him.

Not polite reminders, but manic horns.

Clark looked in the rearview mirror and saw a fat man with a full beard pressing the steering wheel frantically and scolding something. He raised his eyebrows and slowed down until the green light was about to change. When the light turned red, he slowly crossed the road, but the fat man behind him could only stop the car and roar incompetently at his butt.

Laughing in a low voice, Clark felt his mood instantly improved.

It was past the time to eat, he thought about it, and drove around the city at will.

He hasn't been back to this city for a long time, and as a reporter, he must be familiar with the city in order to find the destination accurately, so he plans to get acquainted with it first and make some preparations for the job.

…

Mike's house tonight.

It is their family's habit to talk about interesting things during dinner, so when Mike served the last dish, Clark took the lead and said, "I will start work tomorrow as an intern reporter."

"Wow!"

Gwen happily raised the juice and said, "Brother, I respect you for being a man!"

"Bang!"

Mike flicked Gwen's head lightly, UU reading www.uukanshu.com said: "Speak well!"

"Oh!" Gwen rubbed his head and said, "Brother, congratulations!"

Clark rubbed Gwen's head with a smile, and said to Mike, "Dad, if you hit Gwen like this, she will become stupid."

"Yes, yes!"

Gwen in solidarity.

"Stupid?" Mike raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't the three of you come here like this? I don't think I'm stupid."

"Gwen and we are different."

"Yes, yes!"

"She was pretty stupid."

"That's right, just... ah?"

Gwen looked at Clark who was suddenly backstabbed, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Hahaha!"

Mike and Clark laughed out loud, and Gwen gave them an angry look, but then couldn't help but laugh.

The mood is good now...

Turning his eyes, Gwen turned to Mike and said, "Dad, I want to tell you something."

"What? Say it!"

"Well, tomorrow morning, can you make more Roujiamo? I want to bring it to my classmates."

"sure!"

Mike smiled and said, "How is it? Isn't it delicious?"

"Yeah!" Gwen nodded and said, "They are greedy!"

Mike waved his hand and said, "Tell me, how many?"

Gwen estimated and said, "Ten."

"Ten?"

"If you add mine, it's eleven."

Gwen was a little embarrassed.

Mike narrowed his eyes, looked at Gwen suspiciously, and said, "How come there are so many?"

It's okay to do one or two, but suddenly so many are definitely not normal.

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