Next to the street, on the highway.

"Damn! Bastard! Is this your service attitude?! I'm going to complain to you guys!! “

A tall middle-aged white man, standing on the side of the wide road, kept walking back and forth under his feet, and under the scorching sun, the man's forehead was already covered with a layer of beads of sweat the size of beans. At this time, the white man with an anxious face was cursing loudly.

The rapid tone, the constant back and forth footsteps, and the somewhat angry expression all showed that at this time, the middle-aged white man was in a very bad mood.

Next to the middle-aged white man, a business vehicle with a black face was parked there. The front cover of the car was lifted and it was clear that it had struck.

"I'm sorry, sir, it's not our working time, maybe you can wait another ten minutes......" On the other side of the phone, a steady voice came out unhurriedly.

“F~U~C~K！ Work hours, damn work hours, you know? Just because you're not ready to go to work, I'm probably going to be laid off!! The middle-aged white man burst out in an instant.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you with this, I'm sorry, I wish you a nice trip." The unhurried voice came from the other side of the phone, again.

"You go to die!" With a roar, the white man hung up the phone fiercely. Then, where he kept cursing loudly.

Jingle bells!

When the bell rang, the angry middle-aged white man glanced at the screen, his face changed, and he picked up the phone with some respect and nervousness.

"Excuse me, Mr. Charlie, I ......" The middle-aged white man tried to explain something, but was rudely interrupted by the other side.

"Steve, I don't care what method you use, even if you fly a helicopter or fly a rocket, you have to come to the company before you go to work, and if the company suffers a huge loss because of your tardiness, you can tell the hell about it, roll me up!"

Bang!

Then, on the other side of the phone, a blind tone rang. The other party rudely hung up the phone.

Bang!

Steve, who hung up the phone, looked at the parked car and kicked the tire hard!

"Damn it!" Cursing loudly, Steve's face at this time was very ugly! However, the movements in his hands are non-stop, looking for new ways, and at the same time, a pair of eyes are scanning other places, looking for help.

I have to say that although Queens is a slum, the roads built are very wide and of excellent quality. The country on wheels can see some clues from the road.

Edward, with blond hair, walked on the side of the wide road, looking at the surrounding houses and trees with interest, and his every move exuded a sense of leisure. Here, Edward felt a different atmosphere from his previous country.

It had been twelve years since he came to this world, and it was the first time he had taken in the sights around him.

"Edward, can we really make money?" Peter, who was on the sidelines, had long been tired of the familiar surroundings, and at this time, he was very interested in the US dollar. His face was a mixture of excitement and nervousness, and his eyes searched for it, as if to see where the green dollar was.

"Of course. Peter, take it easy, though, your current appearance makes us look like a thief. Peter, we're gold diggers, not burglars, what are you nervous about? Looking at Peter, who looked cautious and nervous, Edward mocked with some amusement.

"What, who's nervous!" Hearing Edward's taunt, Peter jumped up like a cat with its tail stepped on, and retorted loudly.

"It's you, Edward, if you can't make money, you're a liar." Peter began to turn his head to accuse Edward, with a look of disdain on his face.

"Edward, you'd better hurry up and find a way to make money. I don't want my brother to be a liar, even if it's his brother who is cheating on him. ”

"Hehe, the poor self-esteem of the young boy." Edward shook his head and spat out a sentence that caused tons of blows.

Edward's maturity has always been the envy of Peter.

I have to say that Spider-Man's poisonous tongue attribute has already begun to show signs at this time. However, Edward is not a vegetarian either, and fought back instantly, and then, the two of them began to go back and forth, and they were very happy.

The bright sunshine through the lush turquoise leaves, leaving dappled light and shadow all the way, the breeze blowing, blowing the swaying branches and leaves, a fragrance of life rippling, surrounding Edward, enjoying the breeze, smelling the fragrance of the leaves, listening to Peter's noisy voice

Edward is sleepy!

Yawn!

He yawned widely, and a sleepy tear fell in the corner of his eye. casually coped with the little spider jumping up and down next to him, with red faces and red ears, and constantly spraying venom.

"Peter, don't make a fuss. I'm going to make money. Misty eyes, seeing an emotional white man on the street, Edward's eyes lit up, and he walked over with leisurely footwork and yawning.

"Hey, do you need help, sir?"

A somewhat lazy voice interrupted Steve's irritability, and Steve looked up in surprise at the visitor.

A blonde boy in old clothes but very clean, standing there with a lazy face, a pair of eyes, casually looking at the striking commercial vehicle next to him. The slanting sunlight sprinkled on the boy's fluffy blonde hair, like a puff of golden sunlight, exuding a warm breath, which made people feel good.

When Steve saw that the person was just a teenager, a hint of disappointment flashed in Steve's eyes. The etiquette of years of education allowed him to maintain a trace of demeanor, and he barely pulled out a smile.

"No, thank you." Then, he lowered his head, stared at the phone book, and kept rummaging through it to see if anyone could help him, and did his best to make the last possible move.

"You can't fly like that with a duck in hand." Edward said secretly in his heart.

Then, the languid look on Edward's face disappeared, and a pair of eyes flashed with an astonishing divine light, like the most sophisticated instruments, scanning everything in front of him, whether it was clothes, clothes, expressions, and the means of transportation.

The brain is running at high speed, and the information hidden in the depths of memory is constantly emerging in waves, and countless possibilities are emerging in waves.

"Sir, you are a working worker."

"It's 7:30 New York time."

"Your expression is impatient, your emotions are very excited, you have something to do in a hurry, and now that the cars are on strike, you may not be able to catch up."

"Look at Mr.'s clothes, although they are not famous brands, but the quality of the clothes or the matching, they all contain unique taste, and you can afford this kind of clothing consumption, I think Mr. is a middle-level income earner with a higher education."

"Farmer, Doctor, Securities Trader......"

"In this country, there are many middle-income people, but there are not many occupations......"

"Sir's clothes, dressed, meticulous, or formal wear."

"Formal suits, this time period, striking cars, a middle-income man, sir, I think you work in a big business, well, perhaps, there is an important meeting, or a deal, or a negotiation, and you need to be in a hurry. If you miss it, you will have a bad impression of the company about your husband, which in turn will threaten your promotion prospects. ”

"Sir cares about this work!"

"The latest Mercedes-Benz commercial car, mainly for the configuration of various companies for business vehicles, it seems that the scale of the company where Mr. is very large, and Mr. is very respected by the leadership......"

"A middle-income employee can be equipped with Mercedes-Benz's latest commercial vehicle. There aren't many around here. ”

"Osborne, Hammer Industries, Stark ......"

"The legal working time in the United States is eight o'clock, and there are still 30 minutes to go, and the speed of the car is about 60km/h~90km/h. Considering that it is the crowded time to go to work, the average speed can reach 40km/h~60km/h, and the time is only 30 minutes at most. ”

"The company where Mr. works is located in the center of the city, with a radius of 20 kilometers ~ 30 kilometers. In this range, it is possible to provide a top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz business vehicle for a middle-income earner like Mr. Khammer Industries, Osborne Industries, and Stark Group, three companies have this strength. ”

Of the three companies, Norman Osborne, who is more of a scientist than a businessman, and Khanmer, who is a businessman at all, is the only playboy who doesn't treat money as money, Tony Stark, would do that. So, Mr. must be working at Stark Group. ”

"What an enviable job."

One by one, one by one, Edward casually told all the possibilities he could get and guess, and then reasoned and summarized, and slowly got the information he wanted.

On the other side, Steve, who was originally impatient, looked at the teenage boy in front of him with a sluggish face at this time. There was a deep shock in his eyes, and it was as if he was looking at a monster.

Obviously, Edward's reasoning was correct.

"Uh-huh, sir, you're rude." Looking at Steve, who looked sluggish in front of him, and felt the other party's look at the monster, Edward shrugged his shoulders and reminded him.

"Ah, O, ahem, sorry, sorry, it's just, it's just, it's just ......" Steve, who came back to his senses, was a little flustered, embarrassed in his heart, a little at a loss, and panicked to explain something.

"It's just a little shocking, isn't it?" Edward didn't care to say a word.

Still shocked Steve, he nodded subconsciously.

"Hehe, it's really mortal wisdom."

A fluttering sentence came out of the mouth of a teenager, and Steve had a black line on his head. The corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally.

"Keen observation, reasonable analysis, comprehensive ability, quick thinking ability, plus a little bit of knowledge, sir, I don't understand where you need to be so shocked that you look at a person who is going to help you with a faux pas." After arguing with Peter for so many years, Edward was also contaminated with the attribute of a poisonous tongue.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I ......"

Steve was about to say something, but was interrupted by Edward.

"Alright, sir, now, we're going to see what's wrong with your car." With that, Edward walked straight to the front of the car, looked down at the interior of the car, and gently stroked one hand on the car.