Ender was standing at the door admiring his treasure. After a while, he saw Lu Mingfei walking out with a round shield. Looking at Lu Mingfei's choice of weapon, Ender showed an expression of appreciation.
"Not bad, not bad. This shield is my personal proud collection." Ender knocked on the shield: "It looks like Lorelei's taste is as good as ever."
Lorelai, who heard Ender's praise later, laughed foolishly and raised her head with a proud expression.
"Even though this shield is inconspicuous, it is bulletproof and can absorb a certain amount of impact. It is a masterpiece of dragon alchemy."
Ande introduced to Lu Mingfei.
"Young boy, let me tell you the story of this shield." Ander looked at Lu Mingfei holding the shield: "Actually, I got this shield from a cartoonist..."
With Ender's narration, let's pull the timeline back to the mid-1990s.
At this time, in a beautiful villa in the United States, a bald white man was sitting on the sofa, looking at the Chinese man opposite, and said with difficulty:
"Mr. Lu, do you want these characters?"
"Oh?" Ander lay on the sofa and showed a playful smile: "Didn't you just say that these characters are your children, Mr. Ron Perelman?"
"Yes, yes, but my company is encountering some minor problems now and needs some money." The man looked a bit philistine: "You also know that superhero movies need better special effects, but they are too expensive.
Already."
"Look, you want Black Widow, Black Panther, Guardians of the Galaxy..." Opposite me, the current president of Marvel, counted Ender's requests on his fingers: "... By the way, there's also Shang-Chi.
"
"What's the problem?" Ender looked at the man in front of him. Now Marvel was having trouble operating, so the president was selling the copyrights of heroes everywhere in an attempt to replenish Marvel's blood.
"The problem is big. These are second-tier heroes. In order to...you should know, in order to cater to the ethnic minorities in America, but you obviously have more funds, why don't you consider buying some first-tier heroes?" The man
He explained that he didn’t want to let go of Ender, a rich man.
"I've explained it before. Originally, I only wanted Shang Qi. You know why." Ander's eyes lit up with a flash of yellow light, and he looked at the opposite side with his golden dragon eyes: "I just don't want you to keep your secrets."
It just disgusts me."
"Yes, yes..." Ron Perelman nodded hastily. He knew about the existence of hybrids. These guys always spend a lot of money on certain occasions and have a lot of gold in their hands.
"Don't worry, I will tell the screenwriters later to let them pay attention to these issues." Ron comforted the other party, while taking out his trump card: "Since you are not interested in the copyright of superheroes, how about you look at this
?”
Ron took out a box from the back room and placed it on the coffee table between the two of them. Inside the box, protected by black plastic foam, was a round shield with a beautiful pattern.
"I don't need any movie props," Ender waved his hand: "And I don't like shield perverts wearing star-spangled tights."
"No, no, no, Mr. Ender, you may not like our hero, but you will definitely like this thing." There was a hint of pleading in Ron's voice: "This is what people like you need most."
Ender took out the shield from the box. The shield was so light that it weighed almost nothing in Ender's hand.
Looking at the shield with great interest, Ender quickly transformed one of his hands into a dragon claw, and swiped hard on the shield.
Ron on the opposite side looked at Ender's dragon claws in horror, his legs trembling, and he stammered: "This... this is the prototype of Captain America's shield. A cartoonist found it from the flea market.
.”
Ender looked at the sparks caused by the collision between his claws and shield, then looked at the trembling middle-aged man in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction.
"This thing is not bad. I will give you a satisfactory price. By the way, how about giving us an extra gift for our transaction?"
Ron breathed a sigh of relief, finally handing over this hot potato. As a person engaged in real estate and entertainment industry, holding this thing is of no use and has to be carefully hidden. It is really not worth the gain.
"It's my pleasure. What other gifts do you want? Is it the Fantastic Four or Iron Man?"
"It's not...it's your life." Ander said quietly.
Ron raised his head in surprise, but the next second, a flash of magic flashed, and the rich man fell into a state of enchantment.
"You should be lucky that it's me who's here. If those Texas rednecks were here, you would have died a long time ago." Ender stroked the shield in his arms: "Remember, there has never been any special shield. Take this thing away from you."
Delete it from memory."
"Yes..." The man agreed like a zombie.
"Also, I only bought the rights to some second-rate characters from you, nothing else." Under Ender's order, some memories were deleted from the man's mind.
"Who else knows about this?" Ender asked again.
"In the beginning... that cartoonist, he is still alive." The man fell on the sofa, pink light flashing in his eyes.
"Very good, very good." Ender nodded with satisfaction and put the shield in his bag.
"So Uncle De, you robbed someone else's treasure?" Hearing this, Lu Mingfei raised his own question.
"What is robbing? What about the dragon? Can it be called robbing?" Ander raised his hand and gave it to Lu Mingfei: "Besides, I paid for it."
"Although the public funds of the college are used." Ender spread his hands.
"It seems like this thing has a bad origin." Lu Mingfei took the weapon that Ander had obtained for private use with public funds.
"What's wrong with you, kid?" Ander glanced sideways at Lu Mingfei: "Aren't you a student of Kassel? This is called taking from the people and using it for the people."
Hearing what Ander said, Lu Mingfei reluctantly nodded. Thinking about it carefully, what Ander said made sense.
"Listen, this thing is lent to you," Ender clicked his shield: "You have to return it to me when you don't need it anymore."
"You don't want interest or anything?" Lu Mingfei held the shield, obviously somewhat interested in this thing.
"Of course," Ender showed a teachable expression: "Because we are so familiar with each other, I can give you a little less, and I will charge you an alchemy weapon as interest. In other words, when you return the weapon, you must
Two more."
"Borrow one, return two..." Lu Mingfei said helplessly: "Uncle De, you are charging usury."
"Sorry, kid, modern finance is like this. I didn't even give you a repayment date, so I'm already taking good care of you."
Ander patted Lu Mingfei's back and motioned for him to follow him.
"Then now, it's time to show you my most precious treasure,