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All these made the elders feel more favorable towards this young man.

Catherine looked at him with a kind and gentle gaze and asked, "Little Henry, what are your plans for the future? You're a small-time actor in Hollywood now, according to little Tony."

Is he planning to use his connections in Hollywood to repay Tony's favor?

It seems that Katharine Hepburn took good care of this guy who was almost like her own child.

But Henry didn't accept the favor. He shook his head and said, "I came to Hollywood to see the world. Even though I've only been here for less than six months, I think I'll change my career sooner or later."

"Don't you want to be a big star?" Catherine asked with a smile.

"It's not so much that I don't want to be a big star, but rather that I don't want to pay the price of being a big star. I would rather live a more free life."

Henry didn't say the line. Although Katharine Hepburn was still in the Hollywood circle and had a certain influence, she was not a golden thigh when it came to promoting someone.

Besides, the favor Tony owed her wasn't so bad that Katherine had to go to great lengths to repay it. If it were simply an opportunity, Henry wouldn't want to gamble his Hollywood future on it.

Chapter 86 Unexpected Job Opportunity

After hearing Henry's answer, Catherine sighed and said, "What a pity. When I was young, I loved performing, so I was blinded by this hobby and didn't see what kind of place Hollywood is.

"By the time I could see clearly, I was already trapped in the vortex and couldn't escape. If I had the chance to do it again, I would probably just stay in that theater."

Henry said regretfully, "If that happens, the world will lose a big star named Katharine Hepburn. I don't want to continue in the film industry simply because I don't think I have the hope of becoming a big star, nor do I feel suitable for it."

"How could that be? You performed very well." There was a hint of cunning in Catherine's eyes.

"Haha, you can see that." Henry didn't deny it, but he didn't admit anything either.

"In that case..." Catherine took a sip of wine, thought for a moment, and asked, "Can you drive?"

Henry nodded and replied, "Yes."

Katherine turned around and asked, "Little Tony, what do you think of Henry's performance?"

"What performance?" Tony was puzzled.

"That's how he behaved in the gunfight."

Tony Stark said with disdain, "Not bad, at least it won't hold anyone back." He then asked, "Why do you want to know this, Katherine?"

Katharine said: "You know, I and another Ms. Hepburn -" Ms. Hepburn made a double quotation mark gesture with her hand beside her cheek, "- are also friends. Not long ago, the driver who had been serving her retired.

"Since becoming a UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador in 88, she has been visiting various places. She will soon be visiting Somalia in Africa.

"I heard the local situation is a bit unstable, so I was thinking about helping this friend find a reliable driver and bodyguard who can travel around the world with her."

Henry's eyes lit up when he heard this. He nodded repeatedly and pointed at himself. All he needed was a dog's tail, wagging like a helicopter propeller, to carry him into the sky.

Catherine didn't mind Henry's self-recommendation, but she still said, "I just want to know if you have any reasons that would make me feel it's reliable to recommend you as Audrey's driver."

Henry could understand Catherine's concerns.

Anyway, today was the first time Henry and Catherine met. Because they had a slight liking for each other, he introduced her to his friend.

If something went wrong, not to mention the question of who would be held responsible, Catherine would probably feel guilty for the rest of her life.

When rich people like them want to hire someone, they will conduct a background check, examine three generations of the family, and conduct a loyalty test. They will only hire the person if they pass all of these tests.

If it were just a simple employment interview, the most suitable bodyguard and driver in the United States could be found among veterans.

Did Henry have any more valuable qualities, or more powerful guarantees, that Catherine could recommend to her friend?

So when Katherine said these words, she was actually looking at Tony, wondering if Tony Stark's evaluation of Henry was enough for her to make such a recommendation.

But Henry didn't want to gamble on whether his friendship with Tony was good enough to guarantee it. Because in fact, it was not, and Henry knew it very well.

Being invited to today's private banquet was simply a matter of some kind of madness on the part of this young master. Perhaps he was just trying to use 'Ms. Hepburn' as bait to make someone laugh.

I don't know if today's show satisfied the young master. But if he wants him to guarantee for him, Henry thinks it's better to give himself a little bargaining chip.

Although this goes against my original intention of living a dull life, being able to see Audrey Hepburn in person, it seems that revealing a little bit of my abilities is not unacceptable.

I thought this would be a difficult choice, but Henry made the decision without even thinking. He said, "Tony, my friend, do you have a gun? A pistol would be fine. Lend me one."

"Walter! What do you need a gun for? You don't look like someone who believes that suicide will lead to hell, so if you want to go there, you'll have to find another way."

Tony counterattacked with a gentle, neither hard nor soft blow.

Henry immediately turned to the other side and asked, "Mr. Hart, I know this request is a bit presumptuous, but I promise I'm not trying to hurt anyone. I just want to prove a little thing. Seeing is worse than telling, so do you have a gun?"

Alex Hart looked thoughtful and said, "Maybe my driver might have it. Should we go and get him in now?"

"Trouble."

After a while, a big white man in a black suit came to the restaurant under the guidance of the villa servant.

Henry said to the man, "Sir, do you have a gun? I'd like to borrow it from you."

"Mr. Hart." The big white man looked at his employer. He didn't dare to hand over a gun to someone he didn't know, especially when he didn't have any other weapons.

Although Alex Hart wanted to see if the result was as he suspected, when the time came, he hesitated. Is it a good thing to let a stranger have a weapon?

Henry probably guessed what these people were worried about, so he changed his tone and said, "How about this, sir, you don't need to give me the gun. Please just shoot me in the palm of my hand. Anyway, if I ask you to shoot somewhere else, you probably won't dare."

The white man had never seen such a situation before, where someone would actually ask others to shoot him. So he still looked at his employer hesitantly, hoping to get clear instructions.

As if to reassure the other party, Henry continued, "Go ahead and shoot. I will definitely not hold you responsible or hold you accountable for any compensation afterwards."

At the same time, Henry extended his right hand to the side, away from his body, and said, "You can stand closer and shoot, so it won't be difficult to hit from too far away."

This time, Alex Hart didn't have too many concerns and nodded to his personal bodyguard.

The white man then pulled out a Beretta 92F pistol from the holster under his arm and aimed it at Henry's outstretched hand. He didn't dare get too close, and even before firing, he double-checked.

"Sir, are you sure you want me to shoot you in the palm of your hand?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Henry replied.

"No regrets?"

"Why should I regret it? Anyway, you should just shoot, don't be like Poussey..."

"Bang!" The shot surprised everyone present.

But Henry's palm only slightly dented and retreated a little. He then showed his palm to everyone at the table. There was no damage at all, let alone a hole.

"Look everyone, I'm fine." Henry said proudly.

Chapter 87 A Genius Like a Fool

"Wow!" Catherine was the first to exclaim in admiration. "Little Henry, you're not afraid of bullets. Is that true?"

"Well, I'd say it hurts, but it won't penetrate." Henry lied a little here.

It was impossible for it to hurt. Even the slight concavity of his palm and the repulsive movement were just a performance. Henry didn't want to appear too evil in the eyes of others.

"Wait a minute!" Tony Stark shouted, stopping the others from speaking. He lowered his head and thought seriously. "Let me think about it first," he said.

"Hmm...anything to think about?" Henry asked puzzled.

"So, during the gunfight earlier, you were like walking behind me in an airtight bulletproof vest. And I foolishly thought you needed to be taken care of, so I stood in front of you and protected you from a lot of danger. Is that what you mean?"

Henry spread his hands and said with a face that asked for a beating: "Mr. Tony Stark, I thought I advised you not to get involved in a gunfight, just find a place to hide.

"As for what happened afterwards, why can't you understand that I was helping you block a possible bullet from behind? Even though being attacked from behind has never happened before."

Tony stood up and said with increasing agitation, "So, I'm like a naked guy with a gun shooting at a bunch of hit men. And then you can just walk up to them and beat them up one by one. That's the idea."

Henry answered seriously, "That's impossible. If a normal person sees an opponent who's immune to their weapons and is walking towards them, they'll know to get out of the way."

A certain Kryptonian avoided the question of beating someone up.

"So!" Tony Stark pounded the table excitedly and said, "What I risked my life for is like entering a paintball field to play a survival game for you."

"Well, sir, if that's the analogy you want to use, it's not wrong. I just think you could think about the problem more calmly."

"How do you expect me to stay calm! You never told me this kind of thing. If you had told me, I would definitely have other solutions. Instead of rushing up like a fool and shooting at others stupidly." Tony was about to explode.

“This kind of thing…” Henry widened his eyes and said in disbelief, “Who would talk about it all the time, afraid that others wouldn’t know.

"Do you expect me to introduce myself to you as follows: Hi, how are you? I'm Henry Brown, an alien from Krypton. I can fly, shoot sparks from my eyes, blow windstorms from my mouth, and am invulnerable to swords, guns, water, and fire.

"If I say that, 90% of people will think I'm crazy, and the rest will think I'm joking. Because how can I prove those things?"

"Didn't you prove it today!" Tony said excitedly.

"That's because of the interview. I have to provide evidence to prove that I'm qualified for the job of driver and bodyguard, so I do this. Otherwise, am I going to shoot myself in front of every new friend I meet? Only a psychopath would do that."

"But you can say it! Whether you believe it or not is other people's problem."

"Oh, then, Mr. Stark, you would tell everyone: Hello, I'm Tony Stark. My father is Howard Stark, and Stark Industries is my family's business. I'm currently studying at Caltech, and I'm a genius..."

"Wait!" Tony interrupted Henry and said, "I started studying electrical engineering at MIT at the age of fourteen and eventually earned a Ph.D. in engineering physics.

"I'm on vacation at Caltech, and I'm also working on my PhD in aerospace engineering. You're right about being a genius, but I'm not your average Caltech student."

"Yes, yes." Henry said, his eyes drooping and his hands raised to the sky, "Then will you brag about these things to everyone you meet? Are you afraid that others don't know, so you tell them every time you see them?"

"Of course I wouldn't do anything like a peacock showing off its feathers. And I want to emphasize that although my last name is Stark, I haven't asked my family for money since I was twelve. Including tuition, I have relied on the income from my patents to pay for everything."

"Yeah, why do you think I have to talk about something you wouldn't do every day? Master Stark."

Perhaps it was because Henry's tone was too rude, but Tony's anger was immediately redirected. He emphasized himself again, "I already said it, call me Tony. I have no other relationship with the other Mr. Stark except blood."

"Haha." Henry looked around the big room, Tony's clothes worth at least five figures, and the French meal on the table where dessert had already begun, and couldn't help but say:

"Your genius doesn't think that only accepting money from your parents counts as money from your family. Aside from inheriting Stark Industries, everything else is self-made. Did you earn everything here on your own?"

Tony paused, his voice weakening as he continued, "Having a roof over your head, clothes to wear, and food to eat—isn't that normal? If I were to refuse even these, wouldn't that be too hypocritical of me?"

"Haha, yeah." Henry said no more. If he continued, it would sound like he was criticizing him.

"Wait a minute! You've pissed me off. Are those things you just said true? Those aliens and stuff." Tony seemed to wake up and brought the subject back to Henry.

Henry slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, God, Tony, can't you tell the truth from lies? If I say that I can break the boundaries of dimensions with one punch and can travel across the world by running, would you believe it or not?"

Tony, of course, didn't believe Henry's bizarre description. But he had personally verified that his body could block the bullet. He thought for a moment and said, "So, you actually had a chance to save Josh Hilton. Right?"

"No, I don't stand a chance."

I will never admit that I can save him even if I’m beaten to death. Besides, I just don’t want to save him, so what.

"How is that possible? You're not afraid of bullets. You could have taken a bullet for that fat guy. You wouldn't just ignore an innocent person getting shot because of a personal grudge."

Henry said, "Whether the fat man is innocent or not, I am not a judge and I have no way of knowing for sure. And if I want to save him, I have to run over first.

"Then, before the gunman opened fire, I stood in front of that fat guy who was bigger than me. Do you think the last group of gunmen who appeared would be distracted by my actions, giving me a chance to save people?"

Considering the flower bed where they were hiding and the crowd controlled by the gunman, it would have been impossible to save anyone unless one had super speed.

But Tony said dissatisfiedly: "But you didn't even try."

"To waste one's energy on something one knows is impossible is what a saint does. I'm just an ordinary person with special abilities."

Chapter 88 Father’s debt is paid by son

"But your ability allows you to help more people." Tony continued to emphasize.

Henry didn't waste too much time on this kind of moral debate. Instead, he asked directly, "Tony, your family is very rich, right? Well, even if we don't talk about your family, you are also very rich, right?"

Although he was a little unhappy, Tony Stark did not deny it and said, "That's right. It's not a sin to be rich."

"Of course not. Then I say, take out your or your family's money and give each poor person 10,000. Then we can realize the great vision of an America without poor people, wouldn't that be great?"

Tony was surprised and said, "That's not how wealth redistribution works. Do you need me to recommend some economics books? Besides, my family and I are rich, so what does that have to do with those poor people?"

"Yeah, your family's wealth is their business, and they certainly have no obligation to share it with the poor. But just because I'm bulletproof, does that mean I should take bullets for everyone in the world? If someone gets shot in the future, will it be my fault because I didn't take the bullet?"

Tony was not defeated by such specious arguments, but said: "Stark Industries is carrying out charity projects, so it's not that we don't help the poor, but we don't use that crude method of distributing money.

"By the same token, I also think it's unfair that all the people shot around the world should be blamed on you. But you didn't help where you could see it. You're wasting the talent God gave you!"

He is indeed worthy of being a hero in the future, Henry sighed in his heart.

With Tony Stark being known as the world's richest man in the future, he had many ways to help people, but in the end he chose to do it himself. What a rare and precious sentiment.

Henry, who aspires to live a simple life, doesn't find such things ridiculous. But that doesn't mean he has to imitate the other person's behavior and hold the same moral standards.

So Henry said seriously: "I think that not using this talent to do evil is the greatest kindness I can do to the world.

"While I don't mind helping others, I'm not selflessly offering my help to everyone. Ultimately, I have neither the obligation nor the incentive to do so."