The Father of American Comics Superheroes Chapter 231: Gwen’s business

"Peter, remember the name! Luke, collect the money! It must be right!"

At the entrance of the cafeteria, Gwen directed the two of them with a serious appearance.

Turning his head to look at the people in front of him, he said: "Okay, you can pay and say your name."

"What? Want two?"

"No! I mean, wait until you have tasted it before you decide. What if it doesn't taste good? I won't refund the money!"

Gwen looked like he was thinking about the other party.

Not delicious?

How is it possible!

But I can’t make you full. I remember what hunger marketing is called this method in this book.

Yes, it probably means that.

Gwen muttered in his heart, but his face was full of a bright smile.

The number is small, only eight people, but this is the beginning of her Gwen billionaire Kent's business!

Looking at the green bill, Gwen quickly settled the bill in his heart.

She charged five dollars for a Roujiamo. Although it's a bit expensive, his father did it meticulously! Definitely worth the price!

So, it’s forty. Give her father ten yuan, or maybe not, and then give Luke and Parker two yuan each. She has at least twenty-six left!

Gwen's eyes lit up, and his big eyes were filled with the light of'guilt'.

"Okay!"

Seeing that several people have paid the money, Gwen waved his small hand and said: "Tomorrow at noon, we will see you at the entrance of the cafeteria."

The children nodded and walked away quickly, but the boy who asked Gwen first, turned his head to Gwen and said, "You must not lie to us, I remember your name and class! "

Gwen hummed softly and said: "I, Gwen! It's honest management!"

"Here!"

Luke handed the money to Gwen and exclaimed: "You are amazing!"

Peter also lit his head, looking at Gwen with admiration.

This is forty dollars!

Gwen borrowed the money, flung it in his hand, took out two and gave it to Luke, saying: "Thanks for your hard work, I need your help tomorrow."

Luke blinked, took the money, and whispered: "Aren't you afraid that Uncle Mike will be angry when he knows it?"

"Should not be?"

Gwen looked at the money in his hand, gritted his teeth and said: "It's a big deal and I won't do it for a few votes!"

Speaking, she took out two more dollars and handed it to Peter, saying: "I need your help tomorrow, Peter!"

Peter blushed, waving his hands and said: "No, don't give it to me, I'm happy to help."

"No way!"

Gwen stuffed the money into Peter's hands and said solemnly: "We are collaborators, I can't treat you badly!"

Peter lowered his head and said, "Thank you!"

Then squeezed a fist and said to Gwen: "I will work hard!"

"I am optimistic about you!"

Gwen patted Peter on the shoulder, smiling brighter than the sun at this time.

Peter stayed for a moment.

"Okay, class is about to start, let's go!"

Gwen said something, turned and left.

For some reason, looking at Gwen's back, Luke and Peter felt Gwen dragged.

……

At the same time, Clark has also successfully become an intern reporter.

Part of the diplomas and photos taken over the years, coupled with his friendly and gentle image, allowed him to pass the interview effortlessly.

Planet Daily, starting to work tomorrow.

Clark glanced at the office building behind him, and drove away satisfied.

Speaking of cars...

Mike bought it for him two days ago to make it easier for him to go to and from get off work.

He didn't want it, but when he heard his dad whisper to him, after he bought a manor for Charles, Clark instantly felt at ease.

Although the speed of the car is slow, he doesn't have to drag racing, but enjoys this kind of soothing speed.

So many years of wandering life has made him more stable.

"Huh? Stark Industry Fair?"

Looking at a billboard not far from the traffic lights, Clark glanced at it with interest in his eyes.

Tony Stark is Iron Man. There was a lot of trouble a while ago, and the relationship between the other party and their family was pretty good, which made him interested in this expo a lot.

You can bring Gwen with you.

However, there is still a while before the expo begins.

"Didi!"

The urging sound after coming to himself sounded, and Clark closed his eyes, and when he was about to drive past the traffic lights, there was another harsh sound behind him.

Not a polite reminder, but a manic horn.

Clark glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a fat man with a beard frantically pressing the steering wheel and swearing something in his mouth. He raised his eyebrows and slowed down until When the green light was about to turn red, he slowly crossed the road, but the fat man behind him could only stop the car and yelled incompetently at his car bottom.

With a low smile, Clark felt that his mood improved in an instant.

It was past the dinner point, he thought about it, and drove around the city casually.

He hasn't been back to this city for a long time, and as a reporter, he must be familiar with the city in order to accurately find the destination, so he plans to get acquainted with it first and prepare for work.

……

At night, Mike's house.

It is the habit of their family to talk about interesting things during dinner, so when Mike served the last dish, Clark took the lead and said: "I will start working tomorrow as a trainee reporter."

"Wow!"

Gwen happily raised the juice and said: "Brother, I respect you as a man!"

"Boom!"

Mike flicked Gwen's head lightly~IndoMTL.com~ said: "Speak well!"

"Oh!" Gwen rubbed his head and said, "Brother, congratulations!"

Clark rubbed Gwen's head with a smile, and said to Mike: "Dad, if you hit Gwen like this, she will become stupid."

"Yes, yes!"

Gwen's support.

"Become stupid?" Mike raised his eyebrows, and said, "Didn't the three of you all come here? I don't think they are stupid."

"Gwen is different from us."

"Yes, yes!"

"She was pretty stupid."

"Yes, just...Huh?"

Gwen looked at Clark who was suddenly stabbed back, his eyes widened with disbelief.

"Hahaha!"

Mike and Clark laughed out loud, and Gwen glared at them with an angry look, then couldn't help but smile.

The atmosphere is good now...

As his eyes rolled, Gwen said to Mike sternly: "Dad, I want to tell you something."

"What? Say it!"

"Well, tomorrow morning, can you make more meat tongs? I want to bring them to my classmates."

"Yes!"

Mike smiled and said: "How is it? Isn't it delicious?"

"Yes!" Gwen nodded and said, "They are greedy!"

Mike waved his hand and said: "Let's talk about it, how many do you make?"

Gwen estimated, and said: "Ten."

"Ten?"

"If you add mine, it will be eleven."

Gwen was a little embarrassed.

Mike narrowed his eyes, looked at Gwen suspiciously, and said, "How come there are so many?"

It's okay to be one or two. There are so many suddenly, definitely something abnormal.

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