America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"Buying coffee for a colleague."

Harry sat in the Starbucks coffee shop, waiting for the twelve coffees he had ordered.

The chain coffee shop is more than 300 meters away from the Osborne Building. He took the opportunity to run out for some fresh air while buying coffee for his colleague.

During the holidays, Harry's father, Norman Osborn, didn't want Harry to be idle at home, so he arranged for Harry to work as an intern in Osborn's new department.

After Osborne entered the energy drink market, it added several new divisions.

Harry, working as an intern under an assumed name, felt that his daily work was of little value; he either helped print documents, delivered documents to other departments, or took out the trash and bought coffee.

Harry couldn't understand why they would drink traditional coffee when their "monster" drink was clearly more energizing and had a longer-lasting effect than coffee. Did they not like green things?

Li Qun sent Harry a string of gibberish, and Harry stared at his phone for a long time but still couldn't figure out what Li Qun was trying to say.

When walking on the streets of New York, an important thing to remember is not to use your phone while walking.

Just as Li Qun was about to ask Harry why his colleague wasn't drinking Osborne's "Monster" drink, a large, dark hand grabbed his phone.

A black man wearing a hoodie grabbed Li Qun's phone, but failed to snatch it.

"What are you doing, Nagel?" Li Qun asked.

"Hold."

The black guy stopped trying to grab the phone and instead swung his fist at Li Qun's head.

Li Qun took a step back and easily dodged, then countered with a front kick.

Li Qun didn't use much force, fearing that a kick from the black man would rupture his internal organs. Judging from the black man's clothing, he didn't have the financial means to be hospitalized.

"Be more careful next time." Li Qun walked past the black guy on the ground.

Li Qun glanced at his phone again; a new text message from Harry was asking him what the previous message meant.

"I just ran into someone who stole my phone, so I sent you a garbled message. Don't Osborn employees drink 'Monster'? I made you run errands to buy coffee." Li Qun replied to Harry.

"I have the same question. I'll ask my boss tonight," Harry replied.

"Has your father-son relationship deteriorated to this extent?" Li Qun asked with concern.

“If he hadn’t told me a few days ago that I was his only heir, I would have run away from home by now,” Harry replied.

"Your dad looks like a boiled egg."

"What's the meaning?"

"A boiled egg, with a white outer layer and a yellow yolk inside—Uncle Norman's approach to parenting is remarkably similar to that of many Asian parents."

"No wonder I sometimes feel like you're looking at me with pity; it turns out you understand me best," Harry replied.

"I'm almost there, let's talk later."

"My coffee's ready, let's chat after get off work."

Li Qun arrived at the public restroom where Wade had used the toilet, and felt that someone was following him.

Li Qun went into the restroom and found Wade's stall.

“Liqun, you are my savior,” Wade said to Liqun through the door.

"I'm leaving, it stinks in here."

As soon as Li Qun turned around, he slammed his fist into the door of the cubicle, almost breaking through it.

"What's going on outside?" Wade shouted from inside the cubicle.

This is Wade's most vulnerable moment, another equally vulnerable moment is when he takes a shower naked.

"A minor problem," Li Qun replied to Wade with a serious expression.

In this terrible public restroom, Li Qun didn't even want to speak, nor did she want to detect any odor molecules here.

The black guy caught up, his left hand clenched into a fist, his right hand gripping a knife.

Li Qun felt that this guy was quite skilled; the police officers who appeared at the crime scene touched objects with their left hand and held their guns with their right.

"Go eat shit," the black guy said to Liqun.

You eat first.

The black man slashed at Li Qun with his knife, but Li Qun didn't dodge at all and instead grabbed the black man's wrist.

With a little force, the black man cried out in pain and dropped the knife to the ground.

It wasn't over yet. Li Qun continued to exert force, and the black man felt like his hand was about to be broken by Li Qun. He knelt down in pain.

"Please, please..."

Li Qun looked down at his black friend, sensing that tears were about to well up in his eyes.

"You've messed with the wrong person, you know that?"

The black man nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with terror.

Li Qun let go, and the black guy scrambled out of the public restroom.

The sound of flushing came from the cubicle, and Wade hurriedly pulled up his pants and rushed out to see what was going on.

"it's over?"

Li Qun nodded to Wade.

“You’re too fast. Can’t you give that guy a memory he’ll never forget?” Wade asked.

Li Qun shook his head and quickly walked out of the smelly public restroom.

"I'm going to stay a little longer!" Wade shouted towards the bathroom door.

"I understand, pull slowly."

Li Qun walked back to the food market, but after being overwhelmed by the smell of the public restroom, he had no appetite for anything at the food market stalls.

“It’ll take quite a while,” Gwen told Li Qun.

"I'm going to buy a glass of iced lemonade."

Li Qun stood in front of a white child's lemonade stand, which had priced a glass of iced lemonade at ten dollars on a cardboard sign.

"Why is it so expensive?" Li Qun asked the child.

"Don't buy it if you can't afford it," the child said.

Li Qun turned to leave, but Peter stopped him.

“Wait, maybe there’s a reason why it’s expensive? Give me a drink.” Peter pulled out ten dollars.

Thank you for your patronage.

The white child took out a plastic cup, opened the insulated box, scooped out a spoonful of ice, and poured Peter a glass of lemonade from the kettle.

“What’s so special about it?” Li Qun turned to Peter and asked.

“Perhaps it’s because lemon juice is special,” Peter said.

Peter took a few sips, repeatedly checking the taste.

Peter was speechless. The lemon juice he was drinking wasn't even made from fresh lemons, but rather a food industry product made with a brewing agent.

“You’re a good businessman,” Peter said to the child.

"Would you like to buy your friend a drink?" the child asked.

Peter glanced around and saw that Li Qun, Gwen, and the others had gone to other stalls.

“I think the foot traffic at this market is pretty good! If we made the decision a few days ago, we’re collecting money now,” Li Qun said to Stephanie.

There is still a chance.

“Two months from now, Osborne will be hosting the Osborne Carnival to celebrate the company’s 20th anniversary, and we can reserve a booth in advance,” Gwen said.

“Gwen, where did you get this information? Harry didn’t even tell us,” Peter asked.

“My dad knows.”

“Miss Know-It-All,” John Wick smiled at Gwen.

Chapter 332 His forte is research.

At Matt & Fergie's law firm, Attorney Fergie handed Peter, Gwen, and Liqun three file folders.

The contents of the three folders were almost identical, containing answers to the questions the three people might have asked, as well as entrepreneurial guidance that none of them knew anything about.

Peter, Gwen, and Li Qun each opened their own file folders and began to carefully read the documents inside on the sofa opposite Attorney Virginia.

"We still need to take so many exams!"

Gwen looked up at Attorney Foggy, who smiled back at her.

"Before we started our law firm, we also took many exams, such as the New York State Unarmed Security Personnel License, which I listed first."

"You only need to complete an eight-hour training course and take an exam to get this license, and then you can work as a security guard for your own company."

"Furthermore, isn't your company's business focused on computers? Entry-level IT skills certification from the Computer Technology Industry Association is quite necessary. As for the Stark Office software skills certification listed later, it's up to you; only those joining Stark are required to obtain this certification," Attorney Fogg explained patiently.

“I will finish it all,” Li Qun said to Attorney Fu Ji after reading it.

“I’ve highlighted the required certifications in the materials; anything not highlighted is just a suggestion, like the AWS entry-level welder certification,” Attorney Virge said, expressing his confusion.

“If Li Qun wants to take the exam, I want to take it too,” Peter said.

"Okay, if you have the energy."

Matt Murdoch chuckled beside him, holding a Braille book in his hands. He wasn't working; he preferred quiet when he was.

"Why is there an EPA 608 refrigerant handling certification? We don't repair air conditioners," Gwen asked, puzzled.

"Do computers need cooling too?"

“Matt and I set up a separate computer in the law firm, and when it’s working, the fan spins like a helicopter,” Attorney Virge replied.

“Your computers definitely don’t belong to Stark,” Li Qun said.

“No, that’s not true,” Attorney Fogh said.

“If you’ve ever used Stark’s computers, you’ll know how quiet they are,” Li Qun said.