[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

No. 30 six years after the end of the Second World War, the "Chief Chocolate Designer" of Wonka Chocolate changed its name for the first time.

The young man who took over his job was called Charlie. It is said that he was accepted by Willy Wonka a long time ago and helped in the chocolate factory. It is just that this young man who is said to be "promising" has only recently grown up and is finally able to walk behind the scenes. Step up to the front desk and make your mark in the industry of chocolate making.

Lindell received a large number of samples, and after distributing them to colleagues and friends, and leaving a lot for Tony, there was still some left over, so he sent the rest to Charles' School for Gifted Boys.He has no personal relationship with this Mr. Charlie, but as a foreign aid, he will help train the squirrels in Wonka's factory for a week or two every few years.Ordinary devil squirrels or golden flower squirrels have a lifespan of about three to six years. Considering that old squirrels have low working ability and need to pay pensions (feed), their working age can only last for two years.

The reward for giving big lessons to small animals is also chocolate. After all, basically all the income of this factory is used to buy raw materials or invest in the research and development of chocolate, except for the only remaining humans—Wonka and Charlie who need to eat human food In addition, even the entire staff only needs to eat chocolate to survive.

By the way, the squirrel employees eat the nuts used to make chocolate. After all, most small animals will die if they eat chocolate.

Things like economic crises recur every few decades.

As long as you live long enough, you will feel that many social phenomena are a circle, and they will repeat themselves every once in a while.Lindell caught glimpses of an economic crisis when Steve and James were young, and when he sees this familiar word in a newspaper today, Lindell's reaction is... very numb.

He just flew back from Japan and helped solve some problems with the Stark Industries Japan branch. He had to go to France again because of Master Gu Yi's entrustment after a short break.

"Lindel!"

Tony Stark has graduated from junior high school because he has skipped several levels recently, and he is famous among all the students: "I heard that you solved a Japanese mafia. Party?"

"It's not that exaggerated. It's an evil organization made up of local mutants. If I don't go out and end up with Eric...I mean Magneto will probably take action to solve it."

Lindell spread his hands: "They seem to hate American companies to grab economic benefits from Japan, or something... You know, I have never been very clear about this."

Unlike the economic crisis in the United States, Japan is now in a period of rapid development. Both the real estate industry and technology companies are expanding wildly. Of course, Howard will not lose a share of the pie at this time, but because of He can't often handle business across borders because of SHIELD's work, and Lindell will occasionally cross half the world for him to solve some troubles that can only be eliminated on the physical level.

"You speak Japanese like the locals, and you don't have an accent."

A tall man with a full beard came out of the room, and he went to pick up the briefcase that Lindell was holding in one hand quite familiarly: "It really surprised me, I almost started to guess what is in it. You won't."

"Then you are really joking, I can't even understand Tony's homework."

Lindell shrugged and let his briefcase be taken by the other party - this is often the job of a maid, and the person in front of him who is so courteous probably cares about the contents of the briefcase besides his curiosity and fear of himself: " I just study longer than ordinary people, and I am far behind human geniuses."

"How could it be! It took me two weeks to make the exoskeleton lifting device, Lindell, you can solve it with one finger!"

Tony also ran out of the room, happily claiming credit for him: "I signed up for the International Robot Soccer Championship, will you go to the scene to watch me win the championship?"

"About what time?"

Lindell asked.

"Four months after the final, you don't need to watch the domestic competition. It's not interesting, and you can't find a worthy opponent at all."

Tony lifted his chin very proudly: "I'm sure I'm the world champion."

"Four months later..."

Lindell reflected on his schedule at the time: "I should be free."

"Should, probably, maybe!"

The boy who signed up for the high school student group at the age of 12 held his chin and folded his arms, with a dissatisfied look on his face: "They are all uncertain words, Lindell, your schedule is not a quantum cloud, even wave Can't the function also collapse to the observable particle state!"

"...Sorry, I didn't understand the second half of your sentence."

Lindell apologized sincerely: "I just choose my words carefully."

"Then you make a vow to me!"

The little boy refused to let go: "You will go to the scene to watch the final of the International Robot Soccer Championship!"

"Hey, Tony, that's going too far, you know Lindell never takes a vow lightly."

The bearded man patted him on the back lightly: "You will embarrass him like this."

"But, none of you have ever planned to see me win the world championship?"

The other party's eyes widened, and there was a bit of grievance in the natural voice: "Although it is easy, you are a world champion after all!"

Although that's easy... Lindell couldn't help being amused by this description, he bent down and put his arms around his not-so-broad shoulders: "I swear to you, Mr. Anthony Jr. I will appear at the finals to see you win victory."

Those eyes lit up all of a sudden.

Of course there was nothing worth mentioning in his briefcase.

The souvenirs that Lindell brought back from Japan included some refreshments, a pack of local green tea, and snacks like Dou Daifuku. There was no written content, let alone any commercial secrets.

——This guy’s important content has always been memorized directly with his brain. The goblin’s brain is one of the safest databases in the world. It is re-projected in the mind and reproduced to Howard. At present, there is no more confidential way than this transportation method.

At dinner, the bearded man also ate with them.He is Howard's business partner, one of his seemingly close friends, and he is also very familiar with Tony and Maria, and has visited frequently in recent years.

For "Howard has a bodyguard who will never age", he knows more than others-for example, Lindell is not limited to bodyguards at all, but is as close as Tony's Half brother; for another example, Howard probably owes the other party a lot of favors, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to allocate a large amount of Stark Industries shares to the other party.

——Of course, Qian Lindell didn't spend much of this money, but it was still handed over to Howard himself for management.

After the money, the most important thing is the fabricated identity.Lindell Stark, whose identity is unknown, has served in the army. He is an experienced veteran. He has been on the Vietnam battlefield and retired unscathed. So far, no enemy has been able to pose a real threat to him.It is said that even if this guy is directly hit by a bullet to the temple, he will not die. It is like the body of a robot, and the computing center is not installed in the head.

There is no doubt that he is as loyal as Edwin Jarvis, the most loyal and most feared hound of the Stark family.Even in the long run, he may be more threatening than Jarvis, because the latter is at least limited to the category of ordinary people, and Lindell... There is no evidence pointing to his weakness, this person is in the "Guardian" His position is impeccable, his strength is tyrannical, and he is unshakable.

"Mr. Lindell also likes sweets like Dou Daifu?"

He sat on the dining table with a smile in his eyes, watching Lindell take out his presents one by one. These snacks bought from Ginza were exquisitely packaged, and they looked like expensive gifts.

"My adoptive father likes Japanese food very much. He sent me a letter a few days ago, saying that he wanted to go to Tokyo to eat sushi."

Lindell put a box of Dou Dafu into Tony's hand: "I happened to take the opportunity to do business for Mr. Howard, and thanks to him, I made a reservation for a hotel that was particularly difficult to book."

"Huh? I haven't even heard that you have an adoptive father."

Stanislav was very "modest" surprised: "You never mentioned each other to us...are you adopted?"

"...because we've had very little contact as adults."

Lindell said lightly: "According to our vow (vow), his support for me is limited to before I reach adulthood, so now it is probably a friend relationship that I keep in contact with once in many years."

Maybe they are not even friends, because according to their two distorted values, only Aziraphale and Crowley have a friendship relationship-Lindell suspects that he will one day create a new one because of this. Words to describe that kind of normal friends.

"Then, is he the same as you? I mean, with these... extraordinary powers."

Stanley asked next.

"That's right, but the system is different, just like Unix and Windows."

Lindell recalled the emerging software companies: "But the effect that can be achieved is similar."

At the dinner table afterwards, Stanislav tried every means to bring the topic to Lindell and his adoptive fathers, but the latter was always a little vague. Over the years, Lindell and his adoptive fathers maintained a restrained and distant relationship. He didn't get any useful information.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Howard intends to let you take charge of the business of the Japanese branch."

Lindell cut the mage vegetable jelly in front of him with a knife and fork, and the metal table knife slammed on the white porcelain plate inlaid with golden lace: "This is a long journey, are you okay?"

"—After all, the mutants in Japan were making a fuss a few days ago."

There is nothing wrong with this sentence, but when it is said by the young man with long hair in front of him, it has a sense of shaking the mountain and shaking the tiger for no reason.

...some young man, Stanislav thought, this guy was probably about his and Howard's age.

But he could only put on a friendly elder smile: "I'm also very happy to be able to help Howard, but... Isn't Howard going to let you take charge of that?"

"Are you kidding me? I don't know much about other jobs except beating people."

Lindell also smiled, and his expression could not pick out any omissions: "And if you stay there for too long, you will miss the crucial International Robot Soccer Championship."

This kind of verbal confrontation is like a calm lake, with a turbulent undercurrent under the water layer.After seeing Stanis away, Tony frowned and asked him, Lindell, do you have a bad relationship with Stanis.

"Well It's not me and him, it's that he doesn't have a good relationship with me."

Lindell thought for a while and explained: "I can feel the malice of human beings towards me. Stanislas should hate me."

"why!"

Tony turned up the volume in disbelief: "How can there be anyone in this world who doesn't like you, my classmates have a very good impression of you as long as they see you once."

"There are always reasons."

Lindell said lightly: "If you want to figure out the reason for each human being's malice, that would be too troublesome."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the readers of Seven Seas’ Deep Water

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