Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

The eldest daughter-in-law died of illness early, and the remaining second daughter-in-law has not been contacted again. It is said that she remarried.

In short, Old John was truly a lonely man with no ties to his family. That's why he managed this little tavern and managed to get through all these years.

He wasn't afraid of Henry's appetite. He just wanted to remind others that he was not stupid.

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Chapter 9: Walter White's Art of Speaking

The bar was quite empty, that was a fact.

Because there are not many people in this unknown town, all the young people have gone to other places to make a living, leaving only some elderly people to survive.

So the people who come to the bar are all local residents and acquaintances.

Most of the time, Old John was busy with other things. Customers would get their glasses and pour their own drinks as if they were familiar with the place. Sometimes they would just grab a can of beer and find the bottle opener themselves. Then they would put the money into the cash basket on the bar.

This is why Old John also runs a bar by himself. He doesn't forbid others from coming on their own. Of course, there will be some cursing.

If you want to eat a full meal, there is another restaurant in town. Old John does not compete with others for business, but focuses on selling wine and some simple wine and food pairings.

The old folks in the town were all very old-fashioned, so most of them only went to the pub to hang out at night. They wouldn't come out to get drunk in the middle of the day unless there was something special going on.

They also drink in moderation, mostly just a can of beer or a similar amount of alcoholic beverage.

If someone looks like he's trying to get drunk to death, and if there's only one person, you can guess without asking that something sad has happened at home.

If there are more than two people drinking together, it means there is something happy going on.

After a little inquiry, if someone needs help, those who can will naturally help. If they can't help, everyone will tacitly give the other person some space to be alone.

We're all older now, and we're no longer the depressed teenagers who would commit suicide when we're sad. Just give it some time to adjust.

If it is a happy thing worth celebrating, then there is no need to ask, they will naturally want to find someone to share it with.

However, there was one situation that changed Henry's prejudice, which was that white people did not understand the art of swearing.

In fact, this stereotype is wrong.

Perhaps those American teenagers, deeply influenced by black culture, have become impetuous and prefer to use guns to communicate rather than talk nonsense.

But white people with redneck culture also have a rich repertoire of insults. At least for a country where talk shows are so popular, to say they don't know how to be sarcastic is a bit self-deceptive.

More than once Henry heard phrases like:

"Finally you showed up like a human being again instead of hiding somewhere else. I almost thought the bar was my home, you despicable bastard."

"Yeah, I'm surprised you can still come up to me and say something like that. I thought you were six feet under me. Oh, that's what I hope happens, not what happens to you. When you walk through my door, just talk like a human being instead of mumbling like a jerk."

"Forget it, give me a beer."

"Ten."

"What, ten! Good Lord, old John, who are you, half-Jew or something? You keep raising that damned price."

"The price of a can of beer has gone up to ten pounds, and it's been going up for ten years. You stubborn Scottish son of a bitch, you should see a doctor if you have amnesia."

"Yes, leave your change here for your medical needs later."

"I will take your money, donate it to the church, and ask the priest to reserve a plot of land for you to be buried there."

Such taunting was a constant in the bar, happening 20 to 30 times a day. It had almost become Old John's way of greeting everyone else.

In the 1990s, while political correctness was beginning to awaken in the United States, it wasn't yet time to suppress white traditions. So, the black and racial memes heard from these people were endless, one after another, and no one was spared.

It is undeniable that some words may not be understood by people from different cultural backgrounds.

Even though these things couldn't be said in public in a few decades, it didn't prevent Henry from learning how to integrate into this old-fashioned society and live like a white American, not a black thug on the street.

After all, my appearance is already limited to a certain range. Is there any benefit in making myself behave and speak like a black person?

As for considering yourself as a citizen of a country of etiquette like in the previous life, if in fact you live in a timid and servile manner everywhere, you will only be looked down upon in this world.

The old white men in the town don’t think this guy is gentle, humble and polite; they just think he is a wimp!

The old ladies in the town were even worse. They simply treated this big boy as a girl who was masculine on the outside but effeminate on the inside and had a fragile heart.

Being treated as a wimp is fine, it fits in with my life principle of playing dumb and being a jerk. But being treated as a sissy is unbearable, especially when viewed as a sissy by a fujoshi. Isn't that just being a jerk?

Even though the term "腐女" may not have appeared in this era, it doesn't mean that there are no such people!

But the third time, the bar was really empty, so Henry spent most of his time watching the old CRT TV on the bar counter.

Old John didn't subscribe to any pay channels, so apart from the free news channel, there were some TV channels that kept playing old movies and old soap operas.

It was a color TV, but it was playing a black and white movie, but Henry was still fascinated by it.

He watched these old movies not to learn English or anything like that, but simply because he was holding back.

I was locked up in a dark research institute by the Russians for nearly twenty years. Not to mention entertainment, I didn't even have the most basic human communication.

For someone who has been accustomed to loneliness in a previous life, having no one to talk to is not a big deal. But not having even a little entertainment is really suffocating.

After finally seeing the light of day again and being taken in by old John, Henry certainly did not expect to live a life of feasting and revelry.

Even if he wanted to, this nameless town didn't have the necessary facilities. So the old channels on that broken TV became the only salvation for this invisible otaku.

It would be wonderful if the fat guy could have enough food to eat, but unfortunately, Old John has already shown mercy and provided enough food.

These things are constantly absorbed by the body as if to compensate for past deficits.

Has anyone ever seen someone who only eats and doesn't poop, or only drinks and doesn't urinate? Henry is in that situation now.

Once all food enters the mouth, the body's conversion efficiency reaches 100%. No feces or urine are produced, so there is naturally no need to poop or pee.

At the same time, his thin figure was constantly changing, becoming stronger and more muscular.

The whole person is like a balloon, changing almost every day. Anyone who is careful can see it.

As for Old John's mentality, Henry could sense it to some extent. He believed that nothing he brought with him could be taken with him, so if someone could use him, he wouldn't feel bad at all.

Anyway, in this poor place like Alaska, he couldn't save money to become a millionaire. No matter how much he lost, he wouldn't lose everything.

So he was willing to lend a helping hand to a kid who needed help.

It has nothing to do with whether he is black or white, it’s just that the future belongs to the young, not old people like him who have half a leg in the coffin.

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Chapter 10: Passion for Film

"Do you like watching old movies?" asked old John, who was standing at the bar and wiping the glasses.

Although they hadn't been together long, he was already familiar with Henry. Perhaps he had some secrets, or perhaps he wasn't ordinary, but so what.

Old John has a typical Western mindset. He is happy to pave the way for future generations, but how to move forward is still up to these people themselves.

Of course, a major prerequisite is that the other party is pleasing to him, receptive to advice, not overambitious, and knows how to live a down-to-earth life. This is what their generation calls hard work and duty.

In their eyes, Henry was just that kind of person. Therefore, the communication between the two of them, and even the entire town, became simpler, without so much utilitarianism.

Therefore, whatever Old John saw or wanted to ask, he would ask it.

During this period, Henry preferred watching old movies rather than semi-official free news channels like CNN.

And he doesn't just watch it once. Even if it's a replay, he will watch it a second and third time, and each time he watches it with his eyes fixed on it.

In response to Old John's sudden question, Henry first moved one eye over, then the second eye, then turned his head away, and finally came back to his senses as if he had suddenly realized something, recovering from his state of immersion in the movie.

Henry replied, "They are all so beautiful."

For a man who has experienced the anime style of the 21st century and been baptized by various D-slot goddesses, Henry thought that black and white movies, which are ancient artifacts no less important than dinosaur fossils, would be out of place.

After all, I have seen some clips on the Internet, including Chaplin's classic black-and-white silent films, and they were all made extremely embarrassing by the exaggerated body movements.

At first glance, it was like enduring nearly twenty years of life without entertainment, especially the second half, which was nothing but pain and a compromise with no other choice.

But if you read it carefully, you will understand why classics are called classics.

There's no need to dwell on cinematic techniques like camerawork, lighting, and shadow; every era has its own commendable aspects. A true study of these would fill a PhD in film studies with lengthy dissertations. Henry wasn't yet that expert.

What really fascinated Henry were the women who were still incredibly beautiful even in black and white images.

After nearly twenty years of entertainment starvation, Henry became irrevocably addicted to black-and-white movies.

Of course, objectively speaking, there was nothing else he could get addicted to. He couldn't be addicted to pool or darts.

With Henry's current physical condition, his only concern in competitive sports is how much water to release, not how to win.

The abilities of Kryptonians are not simply about increasing strength or running fast, but rather about the subtle control of each muscle, and even certain changes in their abilities.

This is similar to how the biceps change when a normal person stretches their arm and bends it, except that the Kryptonian's adjustments are more refined.

In terms of his face, he can easily create what's known as "facial art," with all sorts of exaggerated expressions easily within his grasp. He can even, through subtle adjustments, make the entire face appear like a completely different person.

In sports, it's all about the control and manipulation of force. Combined with his own reaction speed and thinking ability, it's safe to say that any world record in sports is as fragile as a piece of paper in front of Henry.

Take darts, for example: being able to shoot wherever you want is the most basic skill. The same goes for billiards: hitting multiple holes with one shot, or even clearing the table with one shot, is commonplace.

After playing a few times, Henry stopped doing it. Firstly, it was boring, and secondly, he didn't want to expose his abilities.

Old John could understand Henry's point. He agreed, "Women from the Golden Age are truly not comparable to today's female stars. Not every coquettish woman can be like Marilyn Monroe."

"Monroe?" Although he didn't directly criticize her, Henry's tone was dismissive. He pointed at the woman on the TV screen and said, "That's a real man's dream, okay?"

The TV was replaying Audrey Hepburn's Roman Holiday, a scene where the runaway princess was riding a scooter through the streets of Rome with malicious reporters.

To put it nicely, it's a smile that blends elegance with innocence, captivating you with every frown and smile. To put it bluntly, it's a smile that exudes a sense of nobility tinged with foolishness, making you want to either protect it or destroy it...

In this scene, all the efforts of the director and photographer seem meaningless. The male protagonist and the passers-by are just background boards.

Everyone's eyes will be focused on Audrey Hepburn's face, admiring all her expressions.

Unfortunately, Henry's opinion was not shared by most people in the bar, and a group of old men booed like they were opening soda bottles.

"Young people are young people, they only care about faces. Don't you know that those skinny as bamboo figures will only knock you when you hug them? Monroe is the best."

But there are also those who disagree. "You don't understand. Greta Garbo is the reincarnation of Venus. Just seeing her fills me with awe."

"What kind of goddess is a cold face? Hedy Lamarr is the symbol of lust. When I look at her, my thoughts flow like a spring, erupting uncontrollably."

Henry listened to everyone talking about their ideal goddess and couldn't help but sigh and said, "Are everyone's tastes so different?"

"Rather than saying we have different tastes, it's more like the real beauties were produced by Hollywood during the Golden Age. Nowadays, the movies are full of ugly girls. It seems that anyone with two eyes and one nose can be on camera."

"Yeah, there are too many choices, and no matter which one you choose, it won't feel right."

"I think you're just trying to argue. You want to say something different than what others say."

"Anyway, we can only see them in movies, so why not talk about them?"

"Of course, you can do whatever you want. Just go home and sleep early, and everything in your dream will come true."

"Hey, tell me. With the rate Hollywood is declining, maybe someone with dark skin, a square face, thick eyebrows, a big mouth, and eyes that are even more glaring than your wives will be able to play the leading lady. Even then, we still have to buy tickets to the theater."

Henry mentally retorted, "Old man, you're right. If you just hold on a little longer, you'll see a future like that. It's not just the film industry; television, games, all visually oriented media will be invaded. Isn't that thrilling?"

Henry held his head and groaned, "Oh, please stop talking. I really don't want to see that kind of future."

Everyone, including old William, burst into laughter.

Suddenly someone said, "Henry, since you are so interested in movies, why don't you go to Hollywood?"

The laughter stopped and the bar fell silent.

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Chapter 11 Next step

One of the main reasons why there are not many young people in the town is because the elderly encourage them to go out.

Because everyone knows that staying in a small town means there is no future. It is a place for the elderly to retire or be buried, not suitable for young people to develop.

They didn't know where Henry came from or why he came. He could stay and no one would object to his arrival. But he would eventually have to leave.

Today's question, although seemingly casually asked, is also a test.

This guy didn't seem to be here because of a broken heart, nor was he a wanted criminal or being hunted by gang members. So, he shouldn't have stayed with them in this dying town.

Since I have to leave eventually, where to go is a question that the old men have a lot to say about. This is similar to the old ladies in my hometown who love to help people act as matchmakers.

But Henry didn't respond. Instead, he said jokingly, "How do I get there? Swim?"