Chapter 26

"You mean that little star who filmed *Chaplin*? I heard that kid has a star dad; he should be quite famous in your circle. Why are you asking me about him?"

"You know him!" Henry asked in surprise.

"Well, I wanted to know which people Hollywood was looking for to portray the female stars of the Golden Age, so I watched it. Honestly, it was quite disappointing. But the Chaplin kid’s acting is not bad; I could still tell."

"Then do you think... Robert Downey Jr. looks like Tony Stark?"

Old Black suddenly widened his bell-like eyes, lowered his voice, and leaned in to ask, "Why? Do you have inside information that the two are half-brothers or something?"

"No, no, no, I don't have such information. I just wanted to ask, do you think there are any similarities in their appearance and temperament?"

After pondering for a long time, Old Black said, "No, I don't think they look alike at all. Especially when you put the two together, that kid from the star family can't be proud in front of the heir to Stark Industries."

Old Black’s answer gave Henry a warning. It seems he cannot use face recognition to judge whether someone is the true body of a certain superhero.

Because actors are actors, and superheroes are superheroes; they are independent individuals.

Considering the tradition of American comics "eating books" (retconning), perhaps what he knows is not reliable. Who knows what is going on with the Earth in this universe.

For example, is the one-eyed director of S.H.I.E.L.D. black or white?

Is Tony Stark Howard Stark’s biological son? Will the future development be Iron Man or the Sorcerer Supreme?

After Captain America is rescued from the Arctic, will he wake up and shout "Hail Hydra!"?

One doesn't even need to ask if this is the most famous Marvel Cinematic Universe. After all, mutants are running around everywhere; this is not a scene that would exist in the cinematic universe.

Also, besides the damn Marvel system, are there any other strange things here?

Especially the last question, Henry can guarantee there absolutely are. Because he himself is the strangest thing in this universe—a suspected Kryptonian who doesn't know if he exists in the Marvel universe.

The biggest sequela of this matter is that when those intelligence organizations appear around him, unless the other party reveals a flaw, Henry cannot recognize people by their faces.

Like the agent with the shiny forehead from S.H.I.E.L.D.; or the South American bald agent from Hydra who clearly has high authority but is ordered around everywhere like a lackey.

Thinking of this, Henry’s head grew big. He also reaffirmed the principle of "if you can survive, don't be flashy."

Don't encounter an African-American actor in Hollywood who keeps saying "motherfucker" and have a stress reaction, identifying him as the "Nick Fury" of S.H.I.E.L.D.—that would be funny.

Perhaps Henry’s silence during his contemplation made Old Black feel a little uneasy, even if it didn't last long. Chef Wesley said, "Kid, do you want me to come forward and plead for you with Tony Stark?"

Henry was surprised at first, then smiled and shook his head, saying, "Chef, thanks. But I don't think it’s necessary. This is just a job, and there’s no production team that can film forever. If it ends early, I’ll just go find the next one early; it’s no big deal.

"And you said it yourself, Tony Stark agreed not to pursue it, so I believe he has no interest in pursuing a small person like me. It was other people who wanted to curry favor who fired me, so asking him to plead for me is also inappropriate."

Besides, Henry didn't think Old Black’s face was big enough to make those rich people willing to listen to his request.

Don't let things go wrong, Old Black loses face, and he can't vent his anger on those people, so he blames Henry for not being sensible. Then they wouldn't even be able to be friends.

After the chat, Henry got up and prepared to leave. At this time, Old Black smiled shamelessly and said, "Brother, about the recipe for that burger?"

Henry said generously, "You can use it if you want, and you can even publish it with your name. Anyway, you did participate in the research and development, and the ingredients were all provided by you. I’ve eaten so many meals for free, that’s enough."

"Hey, brother, thanks. You have my phone number. If you don't want to be an actor and want to find a job, just come to me. The treatment I promise to give you will only be better, not worse."

"Thanks." Henry shook hands with Old Black, who was twice his size, shoulder-to-shoulder, patted each other’s backs, and left.

Working in Hollywood, the interesting part is here: there are always new friends, and you often say goodbye.

The breath of summer has quietly descended on the land of California. Driving an old second-hand Cadillac, Henry had to roll down the windows to blow the cool breeze to feel the just-right comfort.

Just driving north like this.

Although he was dismissed by the crew halfway, Henry had stayed in San Diego for nearly a month. And San Diego is not far from Los Angeles; it takes about two hours to drive.

Henry was in no hurry, just driving comfortably on the highway.

Being accidentally fired didn't bring Henry much regret. Next time he encounters someone snatching food, whether it’s Stark or Doom, he’ll beat them if he has to; Henry won't hesitate.

Taking stock of his gains in the crew, besides Steven Seagal’s praise, which should just be polite, the invitations from several other action teams were solid.

Of course, it wasn't just on the last day that they extended an olive branch; before that, some of them had already contacted Henry and tried to recruit him.

These action teams looked more reliable than that guy Channing. But Henry still declined and didn't agree to join anyone’s team.

Perhaps after today, the bosses of these teams will be glad that the person didn't agree. Otherwise, if they were implicated by Young Master Stark, what would they do with their small stature?

Speculating on others’ thoughts, Henry performed various small theaters in his mind. He whistled while driving toward Los Angeles.

Back in Hollywood, just in time to have a meal at Aunt Salia’s Italian restaurant.

The reason Henry likes to come is that he doesn't know if the Italian food here is authentic, but it’s really delicious. And every time he comes, he can practice his Italian in different ways.

Like practicing the skills of Italian men picking up girls with Aunt Salia’s husband, and then using them on the aunt. This kind of magical-sounding thing really happened in the restaurant.

The Italian couple didn't mind, but felt it was interesting. At least when Henry was praising Aunt Salia’s beauty or cooking, the uncle always had a look of pride.

It can only be said that Henry still needs to learn about the romance of Italians.