Video bloggers in American comics

Cruise ships, unlike cars and airplanes, are a very special form of transportation.

It sails in the vast ocean, isolated from the world, and self-contained. When sailing in the ocean, it is like a miniature society.

Zhang Ming has only been on a cruise once. When he graduated from high school, his parents specially made a travel plan to encourage him to go to college.

The route starts from Shanghai, goes upstream along the Yangtze River, and finally reaches the Three Gorges. While enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way, you can also enjoy the food and recreational facilities on the cruise ship.

For Zhang Ming, who lived in a small city on the 18th tier and had never seen much of the world, that experience had a great impact on him. It was the first time he knew that spending money felt so good and that life could still be like this.

Pass.

Compared with that experience, this cruise ship is on a higher level from decoration to food.

Fortunately, Zhang Ming has passed the age where everything he sees is novel. Although he still has never seen the world, it does not affect his pretending to be indifferent.

Picking up the sparkling wine handed over by the waiter, Zhang Ming walked slowly down the hall on the first floor and pressed the button communicator while no one was paying attention.

"I successfully entered the cruise ship," Zhang Ming said.

In the communication channel, Michael asked: "Have you found Mr. T?"

"Not yet. I've read the process. There will be an art auction later and he may appear."

Zhang Ming picked up a small piece of chocolate, stuffed it into his mouth, and spoke as if drinking.

"I seemed to hear the sound of eating," said Trevor, who had been listening for a long time.

"Old Cui, return the communicator to me."

Trevor held off Michael's arm and said curiously: "What do those rich idiots eat? I heard that there is a famous dish in Japan that is made with the fresh excrement of young girls. See if there is any here."

If you want, pack one for me..."

Michael snatched the communicator back: "Ignore him, stay vigilant, and speak if you need support. We will follow the cruise ship."

"Understood." Zhang Ming ended the communication, holding the wine glass and observing the surroundings.

At a quick glance, the people present were all familiar faces often seen on TV: young entrepreneurs, government officials, entertainment stars...

Zhang Ming looked at these "celebrities" one by one. Compared with the politician, his hair was bald, and the female star's butt was more upturned. From time to time, he would take a few bites of the food carefully cooked by the Michelin chef. It didn't look like he was conducting a secret operation.

It is simply more chic and relaxed than ordinary tourists.

His mentality is very calm. After all, this operation involves a lot of luck. There are no clues at hand. Now he just takes it one step at a time.

Zhang Ming has no grudges against Mr. T. If he discovers the situation, he will investigate and take some video footage.

Then, the first video of Water.

If he couldn't find it, he would take a few Chinese works of art back, find an opportunity to express them back to the country, and hand them over to the government, which would be regarded as his contribution to the motherland in this world.

Then, you can also post a video.

Zhang Ming was like an old man walking around, looking here and there, eating there, until he saw a middle-aged white man with a shoehorn face, he stopped, and the relaxed expression on his face disappeared.

"Guys, I found a 'big fish'."

"Who?" Michael asked.

Zhang Ming looked at the middle-aged man surrounded by a circle again and confirmed his identity: "Norman Osborne, chairman of the Osborne Group."

The Osborne Group is a huge multinational enterprise. Unlike Stark Industries, whose main business direction is the energy and machinery industries, the Osborne Group focuses on the biomedical industry that ordinary people have little understanding of.

In addition, Norman Osborne has a calm and reserved personality and is not interested in interviews or TV programs. In terms of popularity, he is slightly inferior to Tony.

But in terms of corporate strength, Stark Industries and Osborne Group are neck and neck.

And it just so happens that one of the presidents of two major companies became a superhero: Iron Man; the other became a super villain: the Green Goblin.

But that's a story for another day. For now, Norman Osborne is just an outstanding entrepreneur.

Michael asked: "Do you think there's something wrong with him?"

"Of course." Zhang Ming said frankly: "He is too conspicuous among this group of people."

One is a business giant who can influence the political situation in the United States, and the others are a group of second- and third-tier stars, low-ranking politicians, and commentators. They are not of the same class at all.

Michael said: "I understand, in the words of your Chinese country: there is a white swan standing among a group of turkeys."

Zhang Ming's brain shut down for a few seconds before he finally realized that what Michael said should be "stand out from the crowd".

"Uh...that's probably what it means."

Thinking of Michael's description of "a clever rabbit has three burrows" last time, Zhang Ming considered whether to go back and introduce a reliable discourse teacher to Michael.

The third-angle camera stared at Norman Osborne in the crowd. Zhang Ming said: "A dignified chairman of the Osborne Group, with a lot of responsibility every day, logically would not attend a dinner of this level, unless... there is someone here

Something that would attract him."

Jingle Bell

A bell sounded on the podium.

A man in his thirties walked up to the podium and said: "Good evening, gentlemen and ladies! It is an honor to spend this wonderful evening with you."

The host arranged the decoration appropriately, and the guests responded with applause.

"Roy, is this Mr. T's voice?" Zhang Ming asked.

Roy replied: "No, Mr. T's voice is more rigid, like a robot."

The man then briefly introduced the structure of the cruise ship. The first floor is the dinner hall, where guests can enjoy delicious food. The second and third floors are entertainment halls with bars, cinemas, massage parlors, etc. The fourth floor guest rooms, if guests

If you feel tired, you can go up and rest at any time. The room card is included with the invitation.

The areas above the fifth floor are private areas and visitors are not allowed to enter.

"The next step is the most important part of our journey, the art auction. In order to ensure authenticity and fairness, we invited Mr. Fabio to appraise our art."

An old man with snow-white hair stood up and waved to the guests present.

"Who is this uncle?"

As soon as this idea popped into Zhang Ming's mind, there was a sleek young man in a tuxedo behind him, and he excitedly introduced it to the girl next to him.

"He is a famous Italian art appraiser, Fabio da Vinci. It is said that the lineage of his ancestors can be traced back to the Renaissance. When I was studying in France, I went to this old gentleman for appraisal and met him once.

The fate..."

Zhang Ming put his ear close to listen, just like listening to someone else's tour guide's explanation when traveling.

Of course, he automatically blocked those words from the young people who were pretending to beep.

"Is he a descendant of Leonardo da Vinci?" The girl covered her mouth excitedly.

Zhang Ming could tell that the young man had a strong old-school London accent, while the girl had a standard American pronunciation.

Before time travel, Zhang Ming, who was weak in English, always felt that the English accent was a very mysterious thing. After time travel, after the English level was automatically maxed out, he would listen to the accent again...

Huh? Isn’t this just like the difference between Northeastern dialect and Tianjin dialect?

The young man continued: "Mr. Fabio has claimed to have nothing to do with Leonardo da Vinci, but as I said just now, I am an old family with a heritage. Sorry, I don't mean to show off. My parents have taught me since I was a child that for new people,

It is only polite for friends to introduce their families."

He said and pointed to the family crest on his chest.

"Because of this, I know some stories that others don't know. I heard..."

The young man deliberately lowered his voice and moved closer to the girl. His nose was still twitching obscenely, and an expression of enjoyment gradually appeared on his face...

The young man was intoxicated by the fragrance emanating from the girl's body. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a face approaching her. He was so frightened that a certain part of his body that he had just erect immediately returned to the sage mode.

"Who are you?" the young man asked angrily.

"Jonathan Joestar."

Zhang Ming honestly gave his false name.

"That's not what I'm talking about. Why are you so close? Are you eavesdropping on our conversation?"

"Yes." Zhang Ming said frankly, "Your voice behind you is too soft and I can't hear you clearly. Don't you have to get closer?"

The young man was shocked by Zhang Ming's shamelessness. He kept talking with his mouth open for a long time, but the girl he had been flirting with generously extended her hand: "Hello, my name is Gwen Stacy."

Gwen is a beautiful girl with blond hair and blue eyes. She wears light makeup on her face, which makes her look a little older than her actual age. Her real age is no more than seventeen years old, and she should still be a high school student.

Hearing this name, Zhang Ming couldn't help but look at her twice.

Another plot character?

In Marvel comics, Gwen is the ex-girlfriend of Spider-Man Peter Parker.

She did not appear in the Marvel movie, but appeared in Sony's "The Amazing Spider-Man", and eventually died in the battle between the Green Goblin and Spider-Man.

Zhang Ming glanced at "Trouble Attracts Physique", but there was no flicker. Then he thought that Gwen's father was the chief of the New York City Police Department and was qualified to board this cruise ship. The father brought his daughter to broaden his horizons, so there was nothing surprising.

Yes.

He held Gwen's fingers politely, and the smooth and soft touch came back, and Zhang Ming quickly let go.

"This is a gentleman from England, Dio Brandi." Gwen introduced Zhang Ming.

Dior snorted arrogantly. Although Zhang Ming was unhappy, years of learning etiquette still made him extend his hand to Zhang Ming and said:

"I forgive you for eavesdropping. After all, the United States has only been established for a short period of time. There are not many such works of art. For Americans whose family conditions are not very good, it is a bit difficult to see works of art..."

The two people held their hands together, and Dior deliberately extended his arm forward to reveal his precious Piaget watch.

Then, Dior saw on Zhang Ming's wrist the Patek Philippe specially customized by Tony God Housestar...

Dior's little hands became cold.