Chapter 620

Peter Parker said in a disgruntled, low voice: "On what grounds? Why can you sell my photos, but I can't? I'm the one who's Spider-Man!"

"On what grounds? On the grounds that I know you're Spider-Man. Is that reason enough?" Su Quan scoffed.

"Enough..." Peter Parker said, dejected.

His identity was his Achilles' heel.

If people found out that Peter Parker was Spider-Man, those criminals he had struck down, those who harbored ill intentions toward him, might all retaliate against him, or even against his family and friends.

This was something he absolutely could not allow to happen!

But... watching the easiest and most suitable way for him to make money slip away like this, Peter Parker was very unwilling.

He was truly broke!

"If, I mean if, I cooperate with you for photos, can you give me a cut of the money you make? Like half? Uh, a third? A fifth? If that doesn't work, a tenth is fine too."

Peter Parker looked at Su Quan with burning eyes, his little expression so humble!

"What if I don't agree?"

"Uh, if you don't agree, then I'll ask again tomorrow?" Peter Parker said tentatively.

"..."

What the hell is "if you don't agree, I'll ask again tomorrow."

Are you playing memes with me here?

Su Quan put him down and said irritably: "Are you fighting or not? If you're fighting, be quick about it; if not, hurry up and change your clothes. I'll wait for you downstairs."

"Next time, let's fight next time," Peter Parker said casually.

His Spider-Sense didn't trigger, which meant the other party had no real malice toward him. Moreover, the other party possessed extraordinary powers just like him, which couldn't help but give him a sense of closeness as a fellow being.

Honestly, gaining superpowers and becoming a superhero was definitely something he secretly enjoyed.

But he couldn't reveal his identity to anyone, nor could he show off in public. No one knew that the timid Peter Parker who got bullied at school was that superhero Spider-Man who fought crime.

No one knew how many good deeds he had done, how many criminals he had struck down, or how many people he had saved, which made him feel somewhat lonely.

The appearance of this fellow being without malice finally gave him someone he could confide in without reservation, which made him quite happy.

Uh, if he were willing to share the money with him, he'd be even happier.

"Bang!"

Su Quan closed the door and left.

Although this Spider-Man wasn't as talkative as the Amazing Spider-Man, he had a kind of endearing silliness that could break one's defenses. It was no wonder that after being influenced by the Venom symbiote and turning into Demon Maguire, his behavior was so goofy.

Just as he returned to the car, he heard a strange howl, and Spider-Man, wearing his tight spider-suit, descended from the sky, landing lightly on the hood of the sports car.

"Get down, get in the car!"

Su Quan scolded the cocky Peter Parker down. After he opened the door and got in, Su Quan warned him with a cold snort: "If you dare step on my car again, I'll mail the repair bill to you!"

Peter Parker wilted instantly. You can't mess with rich people; he was intimidated.

Betty Brant turned around to look at him curiously and reached out to introduce herself: "Hi, hello, I'm Betty Brant."

"Hi, I'm..." Peter Parker subconsciously prepared to shake hands, but as soon as his hand reached out, his head started buzzing.

His Spider-Sense was warning him.

A very, very, very strong warning!

Peter Parker was startled and almost jumped up. He glanced at the expressionless Su Quan, withdrew his hand speechlessly, and said with a bitter smile: "I'm Peter Parker."

"Peter Parker, is that your real name?"

Betty Brant noticed his little move of glancing at Su Quan and naturally wasn't angry that he refused to shake hands.

Instead, she felt sweet because of Su Quan's "jealous" behavior.

"You don't know who I am?" Peter Parker was stunned and subconsciously looked at Su Quan.

Su Quan said nonchalantly: "Why look at me? I only said I knew Spider-Man; you were the one who confessed your identity."

"..."

Peter Parker said gloomily: "Can you pretend you didn't hear that?"

Betty Brant: "No."

"Fine, then pretend I didn't ask." What else could Peter Parker say? He could only sit obediently like a punching bag and listen to the arrangements.

In a deserted alley, Betty Brant held her camera high, shouting one, two, three, and took several high-definition close-ups of Spider-Man swinging over the alley.

Then they went to the street and took a few more from different positions and in different poses.

"Alright, that's enough." Betty Brant put down the camera, satisfied.

Peter Parker jumped down from a lamppost and couldn't help but complain: "It's my first time knowing that posing is so tiring. I feel like a monkey being directed by others. I really don't understand why so many people want to be models."

"Because it makes money..." Su Quan said casually.

Peter Parker felt like he had been stabbed in the chest and looked at Su Quan with resentment.

Being a model is for making money, so what about my money?

Damn it, I have no money because I was whored out by you for free!

The look of wanting to kill someone cannot be hidden, even if wearing a mask!

"Stop looking, there's not a penny for you, but I can arrange for you to intern at Dr. Otto Octavius's laboratory."

"Really?"

Peter Parker excitedly took off his mask and said in disbelief: "I've read many of Dr. Otto's papers. Can you really let me intern in his lab?"

"His experimental project is funded by me. Do you think I can?"

"That's awesome! Thank you, thank you for giving me this opportunity. Don't worry, I definitely won't affect Dr. Otto's experiments."

Peter Parker excitedly shook Su Quan's hand, and the resentment of being used for free vanished instantly.

It's just taking a few photos; as long as the uniform and mask are still on, you can take as many as you want.

Su Quan gave him a number: "This is Professor Otto's number. Contact him yourself and tell him I sent you."

Peter Parker excitedly memorized the number.

"That's it for now. I'll find you again for the next shoot." Su Quan put his arm around Betty Brant and left in the car.

Peter Parker chuckled foolishly, shouted "Yeah!" a few times, and shot out a spider-web, preparing to go home.

While in mid-air, he suddenly realized he had overlooked a crucial question.

What is his name?!

From the moment they met, he had been led by the nose. Although they had talked a lot and seemed to have some understanding, now that he thought about it, he didn't even know his name!

Fortunately, he knew his girlfriend's name and workplace, so he still had a chance to find him, otherwise he would have been completely played.

If he didn't even know his name, how could he get Professor Otto to agree to let him join the lab?