Loafing Around and Waiting to Die

It's early morning again, and Kitty, who somehow ended up in a locked room, has started her recent morning exercise: dancing on a Kryptonian's bed!

Using its weight, which is already over 550 pounds and approaching 600 pounds, to test the quality of the mattress springs.

I already said that Kryptonian ' Steel Body can protect them from harm, but they can still feel things. Henry isn't made of wood, stone, or metal; he has all the necessary nerves. How could he not sense that Kitty was causing trouble?

With his eyesight half-crippled and his girlfriend inexplicably gone, Henry has been living in a daze lately, too lazy even to write a resignation letter to Tony Stark...

So now I still go to the company every day to just coast along, and my attitude as a complacent parasite is quite obvious.

Even if those veterans of Stark Studios disapproved, they dared not criticize him openly. This wasn't because the CEO held a higher position or had more control over their jobs, but rather because it silenced them.

Instead, with cinematic digital imaging technology at its forefront and the investment returns from "Titanic" to back it up, Henry could rest on his laurels and coast along for a long time in this workplace where performance determines life and death.

Needless to say, being late or leaving early is a given; Henry doesn't clock in. The fact that he still shows up at the company every day and stamps documents makes everyone else secretly happy.

So, this kind of situation of sleeping in late in the morning is becoming more and more frequent. Kitty's daily disturbance in the room has become a regular occurrence. She has even learned how to bite the blanket off the bed and how to bite people so that it happens precisely when the Kryptonian wants to take action but is too lazy to do so.

Kitty had previously urinated on the bed, producing a stream of spicy and salty tiger urine. The tiger was then immediately tied up by its hind legs and hung upside down. That day, they almost had to perform a full-service bloodletting and skinning, leaving only tiger bones and a tiger penis as memories.

Yes! Kryptonian no longer have glowing red eyes, but their strength hasn't diminished.

Since that day, Kitty's behavior has certainly become more restrained. But her animalistic nature hasn't changed; she cries when she's hungry and hunts for food on her own when she's not. This is the nature of a carnivore, and even Kryptonian couldn't change it.

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I went to the bathroom to Heat Vision up. The biggest problem wasn't that my craft project had come to a complete standstill, but rather the uncontrollable stubble and wildly growing hair on my face.

Looking at the razor blade chipped from several shaves he'd made, and at his still-stubble-hardened beard, Henry gave up.

After a hasty wash, Henry yawned and went to the kitchen/dining room area.

Now the butcher delivers meat daily, and it's settled monthly. Henry pays once a month in person. Of course, most people don't get this kind of treatment, but the title of CEO of Stark Studios is still quite impressive.

When the butcher delivers the meat, Henry doesn't need to receive it himself; BB's design includes a corresponding preservation function. As soon as the butcher delivers the warm meat, BB will automatically put it into the Fridge for refrigeration.

As for aging... where can you age it? Henry had a whole rack of beef ready to be aged, but Kitty ate it all as an afternoon tea snack. A little bit every day, and in the end, there wasn't even half a piece left.

Henry was thinking that BB's automatic meat-filling function for Kitty's food bowl wasn't actually off; the robot would take care of it itself when the time was up, which was precisely the purpose of creating this home robot system. Why did Kitty always seem to wake him up?

So the problem isn't actually with the meat; it's just that people want to have fun?

Although the Tiger Translator is complete and highly advanced, allowing Henry and Kitty to converse, Tiger ' intelligence and understanding are ultimately inferior to humans; being able to communicate does not equate to being able to understand.

Many times, Henry didn't understand what Kitty was really thinking behind her expressions.

Just as he was scratching his butt and lost in thought, the phone rang.

After the renovation, Henry's telephone not only had caller ID and answering machine functions, but it could also play different voices depending on the caller. These functions, which will be commonplace in the future, are anything but ordinary today.

The person who used to urge me to answer the phone with love songs no longer calls. Now, the phone ringtone is the opening theme of Sesame Street, a children's program aimed at preschoolers. The music is very lively and fun.

Henry answered the phone, disregarding all telephone etiquette. He slipped a hand inside his clothes to scratch an itch under his arm, saying, "Hey, Tony, what's up? I just got up."

"Walter! What time is it? I just saw two girls off, and I didn't sleep until noon like you, you lazybones." Tony Stark, who had snapped his the Snap but remained stubbornly alive, used his usual sharp tongue to mock him.

"What is it? Tell me quickly. I need to go back to sleep after that."

"Going to work, buddy. I'm paying you to come, so even if it's just for show, at least show up at the company and give that damn stinky face of yours."

"Come on, I don't clock in and out. You need to change your habit of being a spoiled boss. Don't just look at employees having nothing to do and try to find things to do for them, as if having employees idle is some unforgivable sin. Do you want us to create value, or just pretend to be busy for eight hours?"

Henry's tone grew increasingly rude to this man who had forgotten he could use magic and had even snapped his the Snap.

Although he knew the real problem wasn't with Tony Stark and that he could choose not to confront him, he couldn't control himself from speaking in an arrogant tone.

This poor guy was probably bewildered by the insults. After a few times, he got used to this kind of conversation where they teased and criticized each other, and their conversations were full of profanities.

For a man who already knew Henry's character well, trying to reason with him was no match for his evasive skills. So Tony Stark directly stated the purpose of the call, "Come to New York for the mid-year meeting."

"A semi-annual meeting? What's that?"

"A bunch of minority shareholders are trying to find ways to use public funds for lavish meals and drinks, and they want our legal representative and various supervisors to come forward for some ridiculous gathering to report on this year's financial situation. They just want to create some trouble and show their presence."

"Then why are you looking for me? Stark Studios is wholly owned by you, right? Who am I supposed to report to? You?"

"I invited you over for a meal and drinks. Also, someone from my aunt's side of the family would like to meet you."

"See me? Someone from your aunt's side?" Henry could only recall one person addressing Tony Stark like that, "Peggy Carter."

S.H.I.E.L.D.. up to something again?

Even today, Kryptonian with limited imaginations still can't fathom that "S.H.I.E.L.D.." ever had two such entities. However, the two have since merged.

Tony Stark casually remarked, "Someone over there said they have a surprise for you. Although I don't think a gift prepared by a man can be a surprise at all. But since your aunt said so, you should come over."

"A surprise? I hope it's not a shock. I can't take a second blow right now," Henry muttered.