Video bloggers in American comics

The party was held in Stark Tower. When Zhang Ming and others rushed over, the atmosphere was already extremely lively.

Steve and Morrison were having a drink at the bar, one glass after another. It was obvious that Morrison was a little drifting, but he still persisted.

Abu was adding decorations to the Christmas tree with a little girl. That was his daughter, who was just seven years old this year. A few days ago, Tony sent people to bring his family to New York and placed them in a safe place to avoid being exposed by malicious people.

threaten.

Three middle school students, Peter, Harry, and Gwen, also came over, swaying their young bodies to the music.

There are many other people, all familiar faces, enjoying the festive atmosphere in their own way.

Noticing Zhang Ming, Tony walked over with a smile.

"How did you come?"

Tony came closer, glanced at Angela on the side, and whispered: "I specifically didn't call you, and I called all the people who might disturb you."

"You forgot Trevor."

"He was singing in the corner just now." Looking at Lao Cui who was scratching his butt, Tony said helplessly: "When did he run out?"

Regarding this strange middle-aged man, Tony could never guess what was going on in his mind.

"By the way." Tony remembered another thing, "Kingpin came to me yesterday and wanted to buy the keel back."

"How much?"

"Two hundred million dollars."

"Ha!" Zhang Ming laughed, "It's a huge amount, and someone else might have agreed to it."

Tony raised his eyebrows, "I haven't forgotten the last time his people almost hurt Pepper in the subway station. If it weren't for you, I might never see her again. Besides, at Dragon Bone's

I don’t plan to hand it over to anyone until the ingredients are clearly studied.”

"Then be careful lately. With Jin Bing's personality, he is likely to take some... special measures." Zhang Ming said.

"I hope he uses some tricks so I can throw him in jail."

Kingpin's true identity is the largest underworld leader in the United States, and almost 50% of criminal cases are directly or indirectly related to him.

However, his superficial identity is that of a successful and steady businessman.

Kingpin used money and threats to win over a large number of government officials. Even though the police knew that he was the culprit of all problems, from a legal perspective, he was an out-and-out law-abiding citizen.

Tony patted Zhang Ming's shoulder, took a glass of champagne from the waiter's plate, and handed it to Zhang Ming.

"Don't think about work today, just enjoy it."

Zhang Ming picked up a glass of champagne and nodded with a smile.

The party was a success. By the second half of the party, most of the people were drunk and fell asleep on the sofa, the corner of the table or any other place where they could lie down.

In the end, the only ones who remained sober were Steve and Zhang Ming. They carried a group of drunkards and threw them into the guest room under Jarvis's arrangement.

Zhang Ming finally covered Angela with the quilt and walked out of the room with great perseverance.

Back at the party, Steve was lifting the tablecloths one by one to see if anything was missing.

"I just took stock. Everyone is settled. Let's go back and rest." Zhang Ming picked up a small cake and threw it into his mouth.

"What about you?" Steve asked.

"I'll sit down for a while and open these gifts." Zhang Ming pointed to the Christmas gifts in the corner.

Before Zhang Ming went to the party, Tony specially prepared a session of giving gifts to each other.

Zhang Ming received a bunch of gifts, but during the party, he was kept chatting with others and had no time to open them. After Steve went back to rest, Zhang Ming stayed alone to open the boxes.

"A supercar was given by Tony. It's really a gift from a rich man." Zhang Ming put the car keys aside.

"Trevor's... what is this?" Zhang Ming opened a long pink gift box with scrap newspapers wrapped inside. He tore all the newspapers apart to reveal the true nature of the gift.

"An old shotgun?"

It does look like Trevor's style. Maybe this thing is the most precious gift in his eyes.

Continue to open the gift box, most of the gifts are common things, not necessarily expensive, but they can show the giver's intention.

What Angela gave was an amulet that she had received from a fortune teller, and what Peter gave was a blessing written by members of the "Silver Light Messenger Club".

"What's this?"

After all the gifts were opened, there was another letter at the bottom. Zhang Ming opened the envelope and took out a photo from inside.

In the photo is a beautiful woman, coolly dressed and with sexy and seductive movements.

Turn to the back and there is a line of words: "I have recently learned a new dance, and I will dance it for you when I have time. Merry Christmas!"

It was signed Natasha, and there was a bright red lip mark on her name.

Zhang Ming showed a dumbfounded expression and silently stuffed the photo back into the envelope.

After all the gifts were opened, Zhang Ming clapped his hands and walked to the window.

It is snowing in the sky. I open a window, stretch out my hand, watch the snowflakes floating in my palm, and recall what has happened since I came to this world——

Destroy the Ten Commandments Gang and fight against Iron Overlord Obadiah;

Defeat Abomination and Save New York;

Save the leaders of the four countries and kill the big boss;

Go to Asgard, protect the Kingdom of Gods, and repel the Frost Giant army.

In just the past six months, he has accomplished a lot. If it were him in the past, what would he have done in the past six months?

Skip classes, join clubs, chase girls, and then prepare for exams?

I guess...that's it.

Zhang Ming used to be considered a semi-otaku, usually sitting instead of standing and lying down instead of sitting, but now he lives a life of running around.

It is said that environment changes people, am I changed? Zhang Ming asked himself.

He felt it shouldn't count, at least his original intention had not changed.

All Zhang Ming's efforts are to go home, to go back to his little bed, eat fruits cut by his mother, listen to his father's nagging, and comfortably use his mobile phone to browse Douyin and Beep.

Try to achieve the achievement of 100,000 fans before the middle of next year!

Zhang Ming sets KPI targets for himself.

Suddenly, he noticed that a new message reminder appeared in the background of the Bizhan system. When he opened it, he saw that it was an acquaintance.

Brother Shrimp.

He was the one who was assigned to the world of Conan and turned into a little kid. Ever since he explained to Zhang Ming the distortion of the world last time, Zhang Ming came to him whenever he had any questions that he didn't understand.

The message from Brother Xia just said: "Bizhan's special Spring Festival event is coming soon, will you participate?"

"What activity?" Zhang Ming asked.

"Just updated today, the special events held every Spring Festival are on the system homepage, go and take a look."

Zhang Ming had been preparing to have dinner with Angela all day long. He hadn't opened the system interface yet. In the middle, it seemed that the small TV reminded him once that there was news about any activities, but he was busy chopping vegetables at the time, so he didn't take it seriously.

Thing.

Open the Bizhan system, and there is an eye-catching icon displayed at the top.

“Bizhan Spring Festival Event—Great Linkage of Thousands of Worlds!”