Marvel Road to Survival

Chapter 117 Job Hunting and Sorrow

Sitting on the toilet and thinking about life for half an hour in the morning is a good habit that Qiao Qi has developed recently. Even if there is no metabolic inspiration, he is still willing to spend some time on it.

The electric toothbrush vibrated the teeth, transmitting the sound vibrations through the skull to the brain faster. Qiao Qi narrowed his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror.

The hair is dark and thick, the eyes are sparkling, the skin is healthy and shiny, and the green stubble on the chin shows strong hormone secretion.

I carefully cleaned the stubble in front of the mirror and looked at it carefully.

"Perfect"

Qiao Qi did Sister Jin's signature move.

He took out his only formal suit, tied his tie carefully, and looked around, it was perfect.

I checked my previous works on the pad again, and I gave them all a percent score. Before going out, I suddenly remembered something and went back to pick up the hairspray to style my hair.

Seeing a small section of the shirt sleeves of his suit cuffs exposed in the mirror, Qiao Qi thought that wearing cufflinks might show that he was taking the interview more seriously.

"The cufflinks seem to remind me of the same cufflinks for no reason, they are so familiar."

The diamond-shaped cufflinks on the cuffs of a white suit and dark shirt glowed softly, and Qiao Qi frowned.

"This thing is too pretentious and not my style at all. Well, suits are not my style either."

Thinking of wearing formal clothes in order to show respect, Qiao Qi laughed at himself: "It's so nonsense for people who engage in art to wear suits."

I bought a cup of soy milk next to the bus stop and devoured a few steamed buns. When I saw the shuttle bus coming, I hurriedly squeezed into the crowd.

The bus in the morning was very crowded, and Qiao Qi was almost too strong to resist. He had to follow the crowd and get on the bus. After a lot of effort, he swiped his citizen card and finally found a place where he could support himself.

I looked down and saw, okay, the soy milk paper cup was squeezed flat. The sticky beige juice spread all over my crotch.

"I'm so fucked up"

Qiao Qi didn't care about the astonished looks of the people around him. He drank the remaining soy milk in the cup and tried to clean the soy milk on his trousers.

A kind-hearted aunt next to her handed over a tissue. Qiao Qi seemed to have seen an angel, and the aunt's whole body seemed to be glowing.

"thanks, thanks."

Fortunately, the soy milk is not too thick and it does not look so obvious after wiping.

"Young man, why don't you go on a blind date wearing something handsome like this?" The aunt was very talkative.

"No, I'm looking for a job." Qiao Qi smiled shyly.

"Oh, there aren't many young men wearing suits to find jobs nowadays. How old are you?" Auntie said with an aunty smile on her face. Who doesn't like such a gentle and energetic young man?

"24, I just graduated this year." Qiao Qi noticed that the people around her were disgusted with the pretentious behavior of men in suits squeezing into the bus, so she decisively talked to the aunt to relieve the embarrassment, internally cursing herself for being a slut.

"You just graduated, young man. Auntie, you still look like a student. Nowadays, college students have a hard time finding a job. What are you studying?" At this time, the bus arrived at the stop, and the passenger next to the aunt got up and got off.

"Come here, come here, sit here." The aunt pushed away another aunt who wanted to rush over to take a seat with her elbow, and asked Qiao Qi to sit down.

When it comes to shame, Qiao Qi has always been very stubborn. He decisively sat down, ignoring the death stare from the aunt who didn't grab a seat.

"I study art." Qiao Qi smiled gracefully. He had a good feeling for this warm-hearted and friendly aunt.

"You're pretty good at studying art. My aunt's daughter also studies art. She paints Chinese paintings, do you know about landscape paintings?"

"That's very good. Girls are very good at learning Chinese painting." Qiao Qi complimented.

"She is from the United States. Auntie, let me tell you, her paintings are very beautiful. Last year, she even painted a TV wall at home. It's so beautiful." When the aunt mentioned her child, her interest suddenly arose.

"I'm from Gome, too. I'm a fresh graduate this year." Qiao Qi lamented that he could meet family members of his alumni just by taking a bus.

"Then she is two years older than you."

Then the aunt took out her mobile phone and showed Qiao Qi her baby daughter's works. At first glance, it is indeed not simple. What the aunt said is not exaggerated. This senior's technique is definitely honed by years of hard work. She has her own rules for meticulous freehand brushwork. There are too few creative creators with such personality among young people. .

Qiao Qi lamented that there is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger in the Academy of Fine Arts. This little-known senior student is already as good as the masters in the capital in terms of line use, especially the transition between hard and soft brushes, which is simply wonderful. Looking at the words, we can see that they have the true meaning of Zhao Mengfu. The natural beauty is charming but not charming.

Unable to resist her aunt's curiosity, Qiao Qi embarrassedly opened the pad to show others her work.

His technique has been fixed, and his basic skills are indeed very solid. Qiao Qi's oil painting is a family tradition. His father and several elders are all veterans, so he is naturally not bad. The most important thing is that Qiao Qi's color sense is extremely talented. In terms of sex, he is already far ahead of his peers.

"Oh, yo, this is called painting. For me, this is what painting should be. Young man, your painting is really like it, just like the photo. When my daughter went to school, I wanted her to learn Western painting. There are so many "It's beautiful." Auntie couldn't put it down while holding the pad. She didn't even look at the abstract works created by Qiao Qi. Instead, she was full of praise for the hyper-realistic works he copied from Teacher Leng.

Although the aunt's evaluation was very unprofessional, Qiao Qi was also happy in her heart. Who doesn't want others to like their works as a painter?

Seeing her aunt's smile becoming more and more unrestrained, and even asking about Qiao Qi's height and family background, Qiao Qi's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that her son-in-law was caught on the bus?

He began to regret scanning WeChat for his aunt just now. Although he admired the powerful senior sister, his aunt's enthusiasm was too much for him.

Qiao Qi patiently chatted with her, complimented her aunt, and did not hesitate to praise the senior sister for her high standards. This was true. Along the way, Auntie was so beautiful that she even invited Qiao Qi to her house for dinner in the evening and said how nice she was about the two boxes of hairy crabs that had just arrived. How could Qiao Qi dare to agree and decline this Aunt Xia politely?

Fortunately, Qiao Qi arrived at the station, thanked Aunt Xia again and got off the bus. He will continue to take the subway.

Aunt Xia listened to the bus announcement and suddenly realized that she had sat at several stops. She slapped her forehead and laughed heartily again. She took out her mobile phone and dialed her wife's number. She smiled and asked the old man to drive to the next stop to pick her up, saying she had something important to tell him.

In New York, a trial is underway.

The eyes of the world are focused here. Manhattan's famous legal elite, Matt Murdock and Franklin Nelson, have filed a lawsuit against Wilson Fisk, who has disappeared for a long time, as well as Wesley and Vanessa.

All funds for this lawsuit were provided by the Rand Group. Mr. Tony Stark was personally responsible for the safety of dozens of witnesses and suspects. His steel suit took over the security of the prison cell.

The Defenders put on their uniforms and entered the courtroom, and Spider-Woman appeared in the courtroom at the same time, standing at the plaintiff's table. Gwen's powerful spider mutant body suddenly fell ill. She had been suffering from a low fever for half a month. She looked very bad and lost a lot of weight. This time she slipped out of the hospital wearing a battle suit.

One accusation after another was put on the table by Fudge, and corrupt officials were dragged into the water one after another.

When those notorious crime bosses appeared as witnesses. The media was in a frenzy. Everyone focused on the trial. They didn't care how these people were detained. They only cared about the breaking point of the matter and the weight of the news.

People will only care about the shock brought by the string of numbers and the excitement brought by the crimes.

It wasn't until several enhanced reformers appeared in court as defendants, and NYPD Director George attended as a witness, that people realized how much injustice the Defenders Team and George Garcia had suffered. The patron saint of New York was blamed one by one by the media. People spurn hatred.

How powerful is the influence of public opinion? A few hours after the live broadcast of the trial, some people took to the streets to protest against the defender team, and politicians held conferences to fight for new bills for the rights and human rights of heroes. With the financial support of Stark Group and Rand Group, a trend quickly formed across the country.

The trend of supporting the ghosts and the trend of supporting the defenders.

Businessmen with a keen sense of smell soon discovered business opportunities, and some peripheral products appeared. Movies, comics, literary works, games, and even posters and daily necessities were printed with their images.

The best-selling products are Spider-Woman peripheral products. Matt is solely responsible for the proceeds from these licenses. He established a charitable fund for the defenders, and all the money is used as charitable donations for education and medical care.

The trial ended in a lively manner, and Fisk was nailed to the pillar of shame. Vanessa and Wesley's wanted warrants were already at the highest level in the federation, and the bounties were frighteningly high. Those criminals recaptured by the Defenders are imprisoned in high-level prisons, where they will spend the rest of their lives.

Hell's Kitchen prepared a big event after the trial. It was led by the Russian brothers, with the active participation of the Irish gang and the Italians. The major established forces funded the construction of a bronze statue opposite the church.

This bronze statue is of a little man wearing a hood and a mask. His cuffs were rolled up high. A pair of fists and half of his forearms were made of two crystals with complex facets. He stood on a high platform and looked at several blocks of Hell's Kitchen, like a warning and a guardian. .

Under the bronze statue are piles of flowers, which were brought by the citizens when they heard the news and came to pay homage. The ghost man died in the fight against a big crisis, and the news that his body was gone has been announced. This was Frank's request. He had a big fight with his old comrade Fury about this. For the sake of Qiao Qi's posthumous name, the veteran has already do my best.

Old Jack came to the video store early and opened the rolling shutter door. The new rolling shutter door had bullet holes in the old door, which seriously affected Old Jack's business. He first cleaned up, then made himself a pot of coffee, and finally walked towards the bronze statue not far away with a bouquet of carnations.

The Defenders team is still protecting Hell's Kitchen. The security here is getting better and better day by day. Old Jack hasn't heard gunshots in these neighborhoods for a long time.

The old man sincerely thanks these patron saints for bringing Hell's Kitchen back to life, especially the ghost who created the Defenders and Spider-Woman who saved him. A bouquet of carnations every day has become the old man's recent habit.

Same thing every morning. There is always a young girl with a yellow complexion who comes here, climbs to the base of the bronze statue and carefully wipes it with a towel. The girl's blond hair is like yellow straw, lacking vitality.

Old Jack felt like this girl was wiping her lover's body, and he couldn't hide that look.

"If she is healthy, she must be beautiful."

Old Jack smacked his lips, put down the carnations, and bowed slightly to the bronze statue. His gray hair was blown into curls by the morning breeze. The old man turned around and left, immersing himself in a new day's work.

The girl was still carefully wiping the bronze statue. Finally, she held the crystal fist with her skinny hand. She leaned over and whispered in the ear of the bronze statue. She had no tears anymore and could only tell her story in a low and hoarse voice. Lovesick and sad