Chapter 55: The Reason for Leaving

Jia Siding Hammer was absolutely furious after being mocked by a passerby alongside Tony Stark. Pointing at the passerby, he said, "What do you know? Can you believe a number just because someone blurted it out?"

Henry shot back immediately, saying, "The first number is clearly the result calculated by an old-style IBM mainframe computer; it's their inherent error in floating-point operations, an old bug."

"The second number failed to account for the Moon's gravity. Although the Moon doesn't explicitly appear in the problem, you gave a specific date, which allows one to confirm the Moon's position."

"Unless you were accelerating to cut into the atmosphere after circling the Earth today, you could ignore the Moon's negligible influence. But landing requires deceleration, not acceleration. So the answer to the problem must consider the Moon's gravitational influence, especially since the entry point and the Moon are on the same side."

"By the way, since you asked me this question, are you a member of NASA's Apollo program? If so, then I'd have to worry about whether the astronauts will even be able to return to Earth."

Tony heard this, slapped the table, and laughed loudly. Jia Siding also slapped the table, but he slammed it hard, stood up, and glared at the man before him. He ground his teeth and said, "How dare you!"

"Such a simple problem; anyone with a brain could see the answer just by looking. Could it be that the correct answer is wrong? Could it be...! Oh~ oh, sorry, I was rude. I should show a bit more patience to disabled people."

Henry's expression changed from its original acerbic and sharp look to one of sincerity and sympathy, soothing the man before him who was on the verge of a cerebral hemorrhage.

"Fuck, fuck you!" Jia Siding Hammer jumped around, pointing at the passerby's nose and threatening, "Do you believe I'll get someone to fire you? Do you know who I am?"

"Of course I don't know who you are; you aren't wearing a name tag. I even less believe you have the ability to fire me. —"

Henry flicked a one-dollar bill onto the table,

"—or let's make a bet that you can't fire me. I don't need to win too much from you; one dollar is enough."

Jia Siding Hammer immediately pulled a paper bill from his pocket, disregarding the denomination, and flicked it onto the table with a very disdainful motion. He said, "If you have the guts, state your student ID; I guarantee you won't be a student here tomorrow."

Henry, quick-eyed and fast-handed, snatched all the bills on the table and laughed while scolding, "Bai Chi, because I was never a student here in the first place. What the hell are you going to fire?"

Suddenly, Henry's expression changed again, reverting to that look of overflowing sympathy. He pouted and said, "Oh, sorry, I was wrong again. I should show more care to mentally disabled people and shouldn't have scolded you. I apologize here; I absolutely do not mean to discriminate against disabled people."

"Fuck!" Jia Siding Hammer jumped around as if he were about to do a backflip.

The group of young men who had come with Hammer certainly couldn't watch their boss be humiliated without speaking up. Immediately, one of them shouted loudly, "What school are you from? Do you believe we'll get your student ID cancelled tomorrow, and even getting your degree won't help?"

Henry made a smug, provoking smirk and said, "I still don't believe you can do it, because I never even attended university. The only thing I have is a library card from the Los Angeles Public Library; even if you cancel it, it doesn't matter."

Someone clearly didn't believe the man's words and stammered, "Who exactly are you? How could you..." pointing at the space shuttle problem on the table.

Henry laughed, "This kind of knowledge isn't something everyone with a brain has. Don't envy what I have and you don't; it's unattainable for you. Besides, how stupid would one have to be to tell you who I am? That's just asking for trouble, Bai Chi."

"Next time, remember, when calling someone, don't—" Henry snapped his fingers repeatedly, "—call them like you're calling a dog. When you give others respect, you will also receive respect. When you treat me like a dog, I can only treat you all like dogs too."

After speaking, he waved his hand, and Henry walked away with a smile.

As for Tony Stark standing nearby, although he didn't become the center of attention, which made him a bit unaccustomed, watching a good show, laughing and cheering throughout with no dull moments, somewhat alleviated his regret at losing the crowd's focus.

Of course, he didn't care who the person leaving was. Even though that person could see the answer to the problem on the paper at a glance, this level of knowledge wasn't enough to make Tony Stark look at him differently.

Tony appreciated Jia Siding's expression of impotent rage even more.

This Young Master from Monaco, who caused trouble for him everywhere, had long since annoyed Tony.

It's just that Tony never thought of dealing with him, nor did he actively provoke him. But every time Jia Siding ran up to him, how could he let the man go without getting a nose full of dust?

And today's beating was quite satisfying, Tony Stark thought contentedly.

Henry, who was leaving, certainly didn't just leave randomly. Under normal circumstances, once he immersed himself in the library, unless he had other arrangements coming up, he would stay until mealtime every time before leaving.

But this time was different. Although there was a telephone answering machine at home, as long as there was an incoming call and the other party was willing to leave a message, important information wouldn't be missed.

However, Henry still habitually used his super-hearing to monitor the activity of the home phone. He just didn't run home to answer the moment the phone rang.

This time the caller was a clerk from the Screen Actors Guild, Marian, whom he often delivered coffee to. He had just delivered a cup this morning, and in the afternoon she called, saying Henry should contact her as soon as possible.

When can't one read books? Freeloading knowledge from the library is just for killing time. Since there was an important matter to contact about, Henry walked to the parking lot, started the car, and headed toward the Screen Actors Guild.

Going home to answer the phone would be purely like taking off one's pants to fart. This isn't the future Line app, where one has to pretend to have 'read' it first before taking the next step.

However, Henry still stopped by a vegetarian restaurant in Los Angeles that was somewhat famous and picked up a box of salad. Coffee and salad, these small things that are cheap yet beneficial, are most suitable for flattering this type of adult woman who pays close attention to her dietary regulation.

Arriving at the Screen Actors Guild, it was as ordinary as ever. It wasn't particularly lively, nor was it so desolate that vermin ran rampant.

Marian was busy behind the counter, though it was unclear what she was busy with. Henry approached and greeted, "Hello, sweetheart. Did you eat well at noon? I see you've gotten thin from hunger."

Looking up, Marian smiled broadly and said, "Ha, Henry. Did I really lose weight?"

"Here, for you." He handed over the salad box. Henry said, "Consider it a late lunch or an afternoon tea snack."

"Oh, baby, you are really too thoughtful." Marian said, clutching her chest. Then she happily accepted the salad box.

A woman like her wouldn't accept just any coffee or salad. Coincidentally, what Henry brought were all from her favorite small shops. They weren't too expensive, yet quite delicious or tasty, belonging to Marian's pocket list.

The new book has been signed; seeking continued reading, favorites, and recommendations. Thank you~~

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(End of this chapter)