Chapter 2642

Late spring in New York is neither hot nor cold; it is the most pleasant time, and everywhere is filled with the brightness of spring.

When the morning light was gently kneaded by the thin curtains and sprinkled into the kitchen, it had turned into light, shallow spots, floating gently with the breeze blowing the curtains. The clean white floor was like a pool of spring water, with floating light jumping like gold and quiet shadows sinking like jade.

With two drips, a hand picked up the coffee cup under the coffee machine. The steaming heat was blown away by the cool morning breeze, and the water droplets from washing his face were also blown into a refreshing coolness. Schiller drank a cup of espresso in one breath, letting out a long, satisfied sigh.

The matter of Mount Ximalaya has come to a temporary end. The cultivation of magical fungi afterward is a slow process. Now, the Fungi People, Pamela, the mages, and the scientific research team are staring at it there, and Schiller, having nothing to do, returned to New York.

The New York Presbyterian Hospital hopes he will return to work again, but the supervision time of the students Schiller brought out there is already enough. Most of them stayed in the hospital after graduating successfully, and the lack of manpower is no longer so severe.

Schiller decided to give himself a vacation.

This is a major decision, because the one controlling this body now is Greed, and putting the words "vacation" and "Greed" together is ridiculously laughable.

But Schiller still decided to take a vacation, because he had never taken a vacation and didn't know how ordinary people take vacations. But it doesn't matter; doesn't Pride also not know how to tidy up a house?

Although during the time Pride moved, Greed was sleeping underneath and didn't witness with his own eyes how he struggled with these trivial daily matters, he could probably imagine it and believed that he would definitely not be as disheveled as him.

Because, come to think of it, moving is at least doing work, but a vacation is doing nothing. Could a person make mistakes while doing nothing? This is the simplest thing in the world.

Of course, Schiller didn't intend to lie dead in his room; that way, a vacation would be too out of step with the mainstream. The vast majority of Americans, after being busy for a period of time, will choose to go out for a vacation. Those with better conditions go to major resorts, and those with worse conditions just change to another city to play for a few days.

Schiller felt that his conditions were not bad, so he was already looking at various world-class resorts.

Schiller originally intended to go to Xia Weiyi; after all, this is a tourist resort for Americans. But although he doesn't get seasick, he has no special interest in the ocean, let alone that his fishing skills are not good, and he has no interest in sunbathing on the beach. Apart from these, there is nothing to play with.

Schiller wanted to go back to the country to have a look; after all, there is a high-speed railway now, and tourism must be simpler. But only after becoming a foreigner did he know how troublesome it is to travel to China. The visa data requirements listed on the official page of the embassy made Schiller stare blankly; he felt that he almost didn't recognize Chinese characters anymore.

And according to Schiller's understanding, China has now completely popularized face-recognition payment, which means you can take things from the supermarket and leave, and there will be special cameras that deduct fees from your account by identifying your face.

If he wants to travel, he has to go to a certain website to enter his face information, then go to open an account, then bind the two together, then go to the US embassy to submit some document to prevent face model theft, and then lock the face and account separately. After reading the whole process, Schiller felt it was completely unnecessary.

Immediately afterward, Schiller began to consider domestic tourism in the United States. He wanted to see the western scenery, but he actually didn't know which cities could really see the western scenery.

Just as Schiller started searching for information online, the voice of Ultron sounded in his ear, "Doctor, you have a letter."

Schiller looked back and found a sweeping robot lying on the ground, but it quickly turned back and said, "Okay, I'll look at it right away."

As he said this, he opened his email interface, but soon Ultron's voice came from overhead, "Not the email, Doctor, there is a letter for you in the mailbox at the door."

Schiller looked up and found that the surveillance camera was flashing red at him, and even used the light to blink at him.

Schiller was slightly stunned, stood up, and said, "What era is this? Why is there still someone sending letters to the mailbox? I almost thought I went to the world of that old antique."

"Who knows." Ultron's voice came from the rice cooker next to him, and then the refrigerator also spoke, "When the automatic letter-sending robot came over this morning, I was startled. That thing looks too ugly; I really don't know what the designer was thinking."

Schiller pushed open the door, and the electronic doorbell said to him, "It's right in front; I've already opened the mailbox door for you."

Schiller walked over and took a look. There was indeed a letter in the mailbox. It turned out that building this mailbox wasn't just for show; someone really sent letters into it.

After taking out the letter, Schiller understood. It was written in fancy English, "Mr. Stark and Ms. Potts sincerely invite you to come—please offer your blessings for our wedding."

The mobile phone rang at the right time. Schiller pressed the communication line on his wrist, and Stark's cheeky expression was particularly obvious in the holographic projection.

"Received my invitation, right? How about it? I said early on that I could handle everything!"

Schiller walked back while holding the invitation and said, "You mean handling everything for the wedding by sending out the invitations first?"

"You don't understand. The preparation cycle for weddings for people like us is measured in years. Some people want to free up two days of free time to attend a wedding and have to arrange it at least two years in advance, so of course, we have to send the invitations first. It will be too late to send them a month before the wedding."

"Do you hope to hold it before or after the birth?"

"Of course after the birth, maybe even after the child learns to walk." Stark said, "That way he can hold the flowers for us."

"Wouldn't it be too exhausting for Pepper?" Schiller sat back in front of the computer to continue browsing the travel website and said, "Your wedding must be a troublesome affair, not very suitable labor for a pregnant woman."

"We aren't just two people." Stark said, "There are also my parents and Obadiah. Jarvis and Wanda will also help. More importantly, we have a whole professional management team. Pepper only needs to be responsible for choosing her preferences."

"Sounds like something like 'The Real Housewives of New York'." Schiller mentioned the variety show and said, "I think she can participate and let you have a good time."

"Forget it, she would think I'm a lunatic." Stark said, "Although I think she would never fall behind in the confrontation with those housewives, it's not good for a pregnant person to get angry. Maria said I should take her out to relax."

Schiller's heart moved and he said, "A proper vacation is also good for your anxiety. Do you have any ideas?"

"Considering that she isn't very willing to face me 24 hours a day now, and I also know that I will definitely annoy her, we finally decided to postpone the honeymoon trip."

Stark's tone was full of regret. After the initial anxiety, he now only had the joy and excitement of being a father for the first time. Schiller knew too well how lethal an overexcited Stark could be. It was probably because of this that Pepper denied the honeymoon trip for only two people.

"It seems we have a chance to take a vacation together." Schiller said, "I was just planning to give myself a vacation recently. I was really too busy some time ago. Now, as soon as I hear the siren of the ambulance at the Presbyterian Hospital, I feel a headache."

Stark, however, immediately became vigilant and said, "Vacation? You? Stop joking. What do you want to do again? Don't tell me you want to come up with another big plan and ruin everyone's trip?"

"I think you are full of misunderstandings about me. I feel very sorry about this." Schiller said, pretending to be sad, but soon he added, "Of course, if you are willing to reimburse all the expenses of the trip, I will reluctantly forgive you this time."

Stark snorted coldly, and after a long silence, said, "You really intend to take a vacation? Just an ordinary vacation? Like an ordinary person, lying dead in a hotel for half a day, walking around casually, doing nothing?"

"Sounds not bad." Schiller said, supporting his head with one hand, "I have never lived such a life. Is that interesting?"

"Seriously, it's boring to death, but it's not bad to try it occasionally." Stark sighed softly and said, "And after you try it, you will know that this vacation is better not taken."

Schiller laughed, closed the webpage, snapped the computer shut, and said, "Where do you intend to hold the wedding? Perhaps we can go see the wedding venue in advance."

"Although islands like Xia Weiyi are very romantic, for safety reasons, it will be on the American continent." Stark replied, "It hasn't been decided specifically where yet. Let's not talk about it; the wedding team is going to have an online meeting with me. I guess this meeting will decide the location. I will tell you then."

Schiller sat on the sofa next to him and opened the invitation. Sure enough, basically nothing was written on it—no time and no location. Rather than a wedding invitation, it was more like a marriage notice, warning everyone that there might be a wedding within the next two years.

It sounds very outrageous to start sending invitations when there is no sign of it, but in reality, it is completely not like this. At Stark's level, a wedding can be any occasion, but it is the only thing that is not just a simple wedding.

It is foreseeable that celebrities from all over the world and even the entire universe will gather together. Congratulating the newlyweds is not the most important thing. For such a huge occasion of interpersonal relationship flow, the preparations and planning required are no less than a war.

So, announcing a possible wedding one or two years in advance is very important. People need to judge their main goals for this wedding based on their existing social situation, what kind of connections to expand first, and which forces they most want to reach strategic goals with. This is not something that can be studied in a day or two.

They will reply to Stark, and Stark will count everyone who says they will attend into the guest list, and then send the guest list to everyone, so they can further determine who will specifically attend the wedding.

This way, they can contact the other party in advance, use the wedding topic to close the distance, and finally reach an exchange of interests at the wedding. It is even possible that one grand wedding will facilitate several weddings, achieving a perfect cycle of interpersonal relationships.

Schiller believes that at Stark's wedding, people from Asgard will definitely come, Thanos might also come, and the three major empires will also send people. In this case, the interpersonal relationship exchange generated will be too complicated. No wonder it is to be held after the child learns to walk.

As for the location, Schiller doesn't think Stark will hold it outside the Earth for the convenience of aliens. On the contrary, the starport of the solar system has been built almost completely now, and it is fully capable of accommodating the spaceships of the three major empires. The wedding venue will definitely be on Earth.

A safer choice is New York, but Schiller feels that Stark won't be content with mediocrity. Of course, the biggest problem is that New York is a bit too crowded. With a huge number of guests, it is easy to have various traffic paralysis accidents, which would be embarrassing to the outer planets.

From this theory, the East Coast is basically not okay. This is a densely populated area in the United States, and the appearance of various aliens may also cause panic among the public, which is not conducive to social stability.

Relatively speaking, the sparsely populated West Coast is a better choice. There are also many big cities there, and the city style is more romantic and relaxed compared to the fast-paced East Coast cities, and it is also the first choice for many people to vacation.

But if they want to host so many alien guests, the city must undergo a certain degree of transformation, so big cities with certain administrative functions won't work. It is best to be a city that is already keen on the tourism industry, has a relatively large land area, and can accept investment and transformation.

The name of a city flashed through Schiller's mind, and immediately the communicator rang twice. Schiller saw the name of the city in his heart written on the text message Stark sent—"Hollywood".