Summarize It in Ten Words or Less

Although his name is Clark Kent, and although he wears black-rimmed glasses and has black hair, and even when he pulls open his Repairman's clothes, he's wearing a bodysuit with an S symbol underneath, he's not actually Superman.

Russell had already confirmed this. Before getting into the car, he threw a punch, and Clark immediately knelt down, clutching his stomach and vomiting violently. If it were really Superman ...

That's pretty good!

From another perspective, if this guy really Superman, Russell can go all out from now on. He can punch Superman so hard he'd vomit acid, so what does he have to be afraid of?

"Boss, about that punch just now, my lawyer..."

"My salary will double this month!"

"Okay, neither my lawyer nor I have any problems."

The above is the conversation between Russell and Clark. After a brief exchange with him, Russell learned that Clark dressed up like that on purpose.

To pick up girls!

Because he shares the same name as Superman, Clark was very popular from a young age. He started working out in junior high school and became even more popular after developing a muscular physique.

Girls like to brag; they'll tell their friends, "Do you know Clark Kent? I slept with him."

However, when Clark graduated from high school, the good times were over. The girls who entered society matured; they no longer superficially pursued superheroes, nor cared about the S-shaped symbol. To hell with poor Superman! Their ideal type was Bruce Wayne!

Russell: "..."

Great, that's very realistic!

Clark drove Russell to his auto repair shop. Whether it was because land in Deuluth City was cheap or because he was genuinely wealthy, the repair shop was enormous. It employed hundreds of people and repaired not only cars and motorcycles of all sizes and models, but also armored vehicles and Tank.

After touring the factory with his hands behind his back, Russell test-drove his Lamborghini supercar and, once he was sure it was in good condition, went to his office on the second floor. He wasn't swayed by everyone calling him "BOSS." In the Marvel Universe, he'd seen far too many loyal underlings; compared to that, a car repair shop was child's play.

The office reeked of lubricating oil, which was unavoidable since it was an auto repair shop. Russell didn't seem to mind, and sat down to browse the news online, looking for Silk related to the world situation.

After searching, Russell found nothing. Just like the real world, at least on the surface, this world had no supernatural forces or alien invasions. The webpage was filled with celebrity gossip and spam ads, and he gave up after a while.

"Boss, this is this month's report. Take a look and sign it if there are no problems."

The office door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in. His bushy Bearded Man and receding hairline gave him a comical appearance. The man, covered in grime, was doing clerical work, which made Russell feel sorry for him, and he lamented how stingy he had been in his previous job.

"I'll post a job ad online later. I need to find a female secretary." Russell quickly scanned the report, signed it, and then instructed, "The salary can be higher, but she must be young and beautiful. Hmm... I'll personally handle the interviews."

"Boss, why are you hiring a female secretary? I'm a top student from Cornell University, more than capable of handling this part-time job." The Bearded Man man with the thick beard was somewhat dissatisfied. He had three children to support and couldn't afford to lose this part-time income.

"Your salary remains unchanged!"

Russell's words instantly changed the Bearded Man man's expression, who said with concern and sympathy, "Boss, the recruitment information needs to be refined. What would you like to add? Long legs, big breasts, or chestnut hair?"

As expected of a top student from Cornell University, he was able to analyze the orders from his superiors in a very short time and break them down to the execution steps.

Russell rolled his eyes and said bluntly, "Don't get me wrong, I just don't want to see your shiny head as soon as I walk into the office."

"It's a family trait. If you're not satisfied, I'll buy a wig tomorrow, but I demand an increase in the high-temperature allowance." The Bearded Man said self-deprecatingly, then, as if he had thought of something, he said, "Boss, if it's a pretty female secretary, there's a good girl at the auto repair shop. She's good at repairing motorcycles and is used to the smell in the shop, so she won't cause you any nausea or vomiting that would damage your reputation."

As he spoke, the Bearded Man pulled open the blinds and pointed downstairs. "She's right there. You can spot her at a glance. Because of her, there have been more boys getting motorcycle repairs lately."

Russell went to the window and looked down. What he saw was a dismantled motorcycle with a vibrant brown-haired girl standing next to it.

She was wearing hot pants that showed off her long, straight legs, and a greasy Repairman's uniform that was open and unbuttoned, revealing a shirt underneath that showed her midriff. Her wheat-colored skin made her look youthful and energetic.

"Jennifer!?"

Russell exclaimed in surprise. The girl was beautiful, and he recognized her immediately. In the chaotic Devil World, Jennifer had the same face. Exquisite features, a high nose bridge, alluring red lips, and a naturally charming air about her. He had plenty of data on her in his digital camera; he wouldn't mistake her.

"Boss, her name isn't Jennifer, it's Mikaela Bane, that's her real name."

Russell didn't reply, frowning and pondering for a moment, speculating on the possible world setting. With a face like Jennifer's, he could only think of Transformers and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Considering Mikaela's age, it was highly likely she was Transformers!

So, what's the current timeline...?

"Hey you, is she still in school?"

"Yes, she's a student at Marshall High School, a Catholic public school. Her father is in jail, and she has no mother. She works part-time at a car repair shop to earn money." The Bearded Man man shrugged. It was a pity to see such a young girl in the prime of her life. If he could, he wouldn't mind helping her out.

Russell was speechless. "How can a high school student who hasn't even graduated have time to work?"

"Boss, are you really planning to hire a female secretary who works at the office?"

Russell: "..."

"Just kidding, don't mind me!" the Bearded Man man said with a smile. "She'll graduate next year. As far as I know, her grades are average, and her family can't afford to send her to university. She'll be happy to take this job."

"Wait a minute, aren't you going to ask me if I'd be willing?"

"I think you'd be happy with it. Even if she does nothing, she's still a pretty vase. Isn't that how it is in the office?"

"Okay, I'm starting to believe you're an Ivy League graduate."

"Boss, you can't disbelieve me, I have a certificate."

"She's the one. Tell her she can start work tomorrow." Russell covered his face with his hand and glanced at the Bearded Man. "By the way, I haven't even asked what your name is yet?"

"Jeff, his full name is Jeff Richard."

Russell: "..."

"What's wrong, Boss?"

"It's nothing, you can go out now. Don't come in again if I call you."

"..."

"What's wrong with this auto repair shop? The names are all so bizarre, I wouldn't be surprised if another Diana Prince popped up!"

Russell sat back down, opened a webpage, and began searching for clues. If this really was the world of Transformers, given that Mikaela hadn't graduated from high school yet, it could be inferred that the story hadn't started. Proving it was simple; the evidence was on eBay.

This online auction and shopping website, which allows people around the world to buy and sell items online, is currently auctioning an interesting item: glasses that record the coordinates of the AllSpark.

With just three keywords—Arctic, exploration, and glasses—a pair of worn-out, old-fashioned round-framed glasses popped up on the webpage.

Starting bid is $250 USD, shipping is $8 USD!

Although the seller, 'Hot_Boy_217,' is a master storyteller, using concise language to add various legendary elements to the glasses—for example, claiming the owner was the first explorer to reach the Arctic and that the glasses have witnessed many interesting events—the online community isn't Silly Bird, or rather, the Silly Bird netizens aren't hopelessly Silly Bird; the number of bidders for the glasses has remained zero to date.

Russell created an account with the username 'I Have a Car Repair Shop' and broke the silence by becoming the first bidder, offering the starting price of $250.

These glasses are indeed legendary, because the coordinate data implanted by Megatron can even be regarded as a carrier of alien script. However, the AllSpark has long been transferred by the America. Neither the Autobots nor the Decepticon can get anything by getting these glasses.

Russell didn't mind; he wanted the glasses, as it was the simplest and most effective way for him to interfere in the plot.

Regardless of what the World Quest is, it definitely requires contact with Cybertronian to trigger. With the glasses, he can simply sit at home and wait for the mission to come to him.

On the other side, Hot_Boy_217 waited anxiously in front of the computer, refreshing the page every five minutes. When he saw Russell bidding, he immediately contacted him.

Sam Witwicky, a nerdy, loser-type male protagonist, is also a bit of a brooding jerk, judging from his eBay name.

Sam, now 18, can't stand the fact that he's still a Shakespearean boy and is determined to rise to the occasion in his final year of high school.

First, he needs a car.

No problem. If he gets an A in his last history class tomorrow, he'll receive his father's poverty alleviation fund and own a Porsche.

Then, he needed to replenish his wallet. The meager salary he earned from working couldn't support going on dates with girls... cough cough, so he sold all his personal belongings that might be valuable. The item he had the highest hopes for was his great-great-grandfather's glasses.

"Dude, you're a genius. You have a keen eye for detail. Trust me, these glasses are a real gem."

"So?"

"So, I've decided to explain its origins to you first, so you know that its value is far more than $250."

Seeing that Sam was about to transform into Spider-Man, Russell replied irritably, "Please summarize it in 10 words or I won't buy it."

"1000 US dollars!"

"Sorry, I won't buy it."

"Wait, $800... okay, $600... $500, that's the lowest I can go."

"$250, take it or leave it!"

"Deal!" $250 isn't bad. Sam didn't expect to be fooled in the first place. He continued typing, "You can pay online, and I'll ship the glasses to you right now. Of course, you can pay for the shipping. It's all written on the website."

"I'm in Deuluth City, Minnesota. If you're nearby, I'd like to meet you for the deal," Russell replied directly. Who knows how fast America courier companies are? And if the package gets intercepted halfway through, all his efforts will be for nothing.

"Oh my god, this must be God's arrangement. I'm in Deuluth City too." Sam sent a smiley face and continued typing, "For God's sake, how about an extra $50? I have to pay for gas if we meet in person. You know, supercars are very gas-guzzling."

"Kid, you must be a student who has never been in a relationship."

"What? How do you know? Are you God?"

"It's not hard to guess; your pent-up hormones have already spread throughout the entire internet via the network cable!"

"..."