America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"Ok."

Dr. Storm put down the documents in his hand and turned to examine all the materials provided by the military, silently calculating in his mind how long it would take them to finish reading them.

What is this?

Dr. Storm pointed to a tube of unidentified green liquid in the storage cabinet and asked Norman.

“This is also a research specimen provided by the military, just like the Blood Orchid and the Mutant Giant Python,” Norman replied.

Dr. Storm pushed up his glasses, instinctively feeling that the tube of green, unidentified liquid must be a tube of blood.

The experimental samples of the unidentified green liquid were so scarce that they could not afford to waste any of them.

"Was this green thing also bought with money?" Dr. Storm asked.

“It was a free gift.” Norman glanced at Dr. Storm.

"I'm going back to rest now, my eyelids are about to droop." Dr. Storm turned and walked out of the research room.

Watching Strom's disappearing figure, Norman let out a heavy sigh.

He put down the documents, carefully locked every door in the research room, and then left.

The driver took Norman home, and Norman, with a gloomy face, pondered the future of Osborne's entire company.

Some time ago, Norman was invited to visit Stark Industries' new factory on the West Coast. The new Stark factory had only a few managers; Tony Stark's new factory was completely unmanned, with the production workshop in complete darkness, but robotic arms were working in an orderly fashion.

Chapter 63 Dr. Banner's Interest Class

At four in the morning in New York, the lights of Old Man's Pawnshop came on.

Instead of catching up on sleep after returning from the American Museum of Natural History in New York, Dad dragged Liqun along to study the pawnshop's layout.

The old man finally began to have the idea of ​​changing the current state of the pawnshop.

Compared to the American Museum of Natural History in New York, where most of the exhibits are replicas, the items in Papa's Pawnshop are all genuine.

The restored models were handled with care, each item having its own space; the genuine items in Old Man's pawn shop were piled up and piled up, completely disrespected, until Li Qun helped Old Man tidy up, which improved the situation slightly.

"Dad, this way there won't be enough space in the shop."

"Then let's clear out the third floor too," the old man said to Liqun.

My dad wanted to properly display the items in the shop, turning it into a small private museum.

"This one, this one, these few, just leave them on the first floor, and move these to the third floor."

Li Qun held a sticky note in one hand and wrote on it with the other, sticking it on the items that his father had mentioned one by one.

"Thank you for your help, Liqun."

Liqun carried the things up and down the stairs, treating it as a form of training.

The layout of the three-story building has been completely changed. Many things have been piled up on the third floor, and the pawnshop on the first floor has become more spacious, making Li Qun feel that he can breathe much more easily.

Liqun and his father were busy until six o'clock in the morning before they stopped. Liqun had to go to school in a little while.

After 6 p.m., Liqun came home from school and started helping his father move things and rearrange the shop.

In three days, under his father's direction, Li Qun transformed the pawnshop. Looking through the shop window from outside, the old man's pawnshop was no longer a dark and shady place.

Stepping into the pawn shop feels like entering a museum of 20th-century artifacts.

Li Qun took out his phone and snapped a few photos as a memento. He wondered how long this clean and tidy state of the pawnshop would last; perhaps by next year it would be piled high again.

My dad has a bit of a hoarding habit and never likes to throw things away.

Whenever Liqun wanted to throw something away, his father would take it back, saying that it might come in handy someday.

Fortunately, my dad is also a clean person, and so far we haven't found cockroaches or rats in the store.

My father had a special method for repelling insects; he would place his own specially made insect repellent pills in a corner. There was always a peculiar smell in the pawn shop, partly from the evaporation of the pills.

"Great, it's finished before the weekend," Dad said to Liqun with a smile.

"Dad, I'd rather work on weekends than after school," Li Qun complained.

"They're about the same."

"Very different."

"Liqun, should we change the sign?" The old man and Liqun stood in front of the pawnshop, looking up at the shop's sign.

“Dad, the old signboard looks great. Is there anything you don’t like about it?” Li Qun asked.

"It doesn't emit light."

Li Qun slowly turned his head to look at his father.

The only shop in the entire Chinatown that doesn't have a neon sign is Old Man's, but Old Man's doesn't operate at night either.

Old Man's pawnshop is the last to open and the first to close; he lives a very carefree life.

Li Qun was very puzzled.

This three-story building belongs to my dad. The property is valued at several million. How can my dad afford to pay tens of thousands of yuan in property taxes every year just from the second-hand videotape rental business?

"Let's hang up another neon sign!" the old man said to Liqun, slapping his forehead.

"Hanging up a signboard isn't an easy task," Li Qun said.

"The thing I have plenty of is patience," the father said.

In a place where even installing an air conditioner requires submitting an application and having a designated person install it, installing a new neon sign for your shop also requires submitting an application and paying a fee.

The United States has countless exorbitant taxes and levies, which can be quite bothersome.

Are you doing part-time work?

The monk Wang stood behind Li Qun and his father and asked Li Qun a question.

"Master Wang, what brings you here?"

The old man turned around and looked the mage king up and down.

The round-faced king had a fierce look, his face covered with acne scars. The traditional clothing of Kamar-Taj incorporated many ethnic elements, and the king's Eastern-style attire made his father feel both unfamiliar and familiar.

For two thousand years, Father has never come into contact with the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj, and the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj have never been aware of Father, the immortal being; neither knows of the other's existence.

“I am indeed doing part-time work, and I just finished my work today,” Li Qun told Wang.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to take an extracurricular class last time? I can enroll you in one,” Wang said to Liqun.

"Really! How much is the tuition fee?" Li Qun asked with concern.

“Let’s talk privately.” Wang gently patted Li Qun on the shoulder.

"Liqun, you found an extracurricular class? Is he the teacher for the class?" Dad asked.

“I am a teacher.” Wang nodded to his father.

With his serious expression, Wang certainly had the air of a teacher from the Aurora Education system, and the old man immediately believed him.

"Do you manage your time well?" the old man asked Liqun with concern.

"It's just an extracurricular class I went to on the weekend," Liqun explained to his father.

"Are you free now, Liqun?" Wang asked.

Li Qun turned to look at his father.

“Of course he’s free,” the old man said to Wang.

“That’s good. Let’s talk at your uncle’s restaurant,” Wang said to Liqun.

"it is good."

They were supposed to go to the Yellow Crane Tower Chinese Restaurant, but after Wang and Liqun had just crossed the street corner, they passed through a portal and arrived at the New York Sanctuary.

Bruce Banner floated in mid-air, meditating, waiting for the King to bring the Liqun to the Sanctuary.

"Banner, they're here."

Bruce Banner opened his eyes, his expression as serious as the king's.

Dr. Banner took a deep breath, landed on his feet, and walked towards Liqun.

"Do you accept $10 per hour for a lesson?" Bruce Banner asked Li Qun.

Li Qun looked at Dr. Banner with considerable surprise, thinking that Bruce Banner had something more important to tell him.

“What can I learn?” Li Qun asked.

“You can learn anything I can teach you,” Bruce Banner replied.

"Great! I want to learn math and programming."

"Don't you want to learn magic?" Dr. Banner was taken aback.

"The only spell I want to learn is the one that lets me jump through fire hoops," Li Qun said.

"Piercing through a ring of fire..." Bruce Banner chuckled softly, knowing that Li Qun meant teleportation magic.

"Shall we start now?"

Li Qun pulled out a $10 bill from his pocket and waved it at the impoverished Dr. Banner.

"no problem."

Li Qun always carried $20 with him; if he encountered an armed robbery, this $20 would be his life-saving money.

Chapter 64 Left Foot Stepping on Right Foot

Bruce Banner took the $10 bill from Li Qun's hand and stepped forward to put his arm around Li Qun's shoulder.

"You really got a great deal."

"Let's go to the library."

A fiery portal appeared in front of Bruce Banner, and Li Qun was instantly transported by Bruce Banner to the library in Kamar-Taj.

With just a few steps, Liqun has crossed half the globe.

Wang followed closely behind the two and also passed through the portal.