Mei Man: I drew Superman during the Great Depression

Chapter 69
"OK then."

Seeing Scott's firm attitude, Colin also let go of the palm on his shoulder.

"The strength is good."

After moving his body that had regained his freedom, Scott still said unwillingly to be outdone.

"In the past three years, I have been working hard to improve myself in prison, and you are the first existence that makes me feel strenuous."

While talking, Scott waved his fist, as if intending to use this method to prove that he was not as vulnerable as he had just seen.

In this regard, Ke Lin didn't say much, just quietly watched his performance.

"Cough cough..."

After a while, Scott, who felt a little embarrassed, coughed a few times, put away his fists, and changed the subject on his own.

"Tell me, why are you looking for me?"

"You sure want to be here."

Facing Scott's inquiry, Colin pointed to the ice cream machine behind him.

"Dell, you greet the guests for me, I have something to go out, thank you."

Hearing Colin's reminder, Scott finally realized that the ice cream shop in front of him was indeed not a suitable place to talk, so he greeted his colleagues beside him.

Scott led Colin into Baskin-Robin's bathroom.

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He took a sign of 'under maintenance' and hung it on the door of the bathroom. Scott locked the door, took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at Colin behind him, and asked.

"Now, you can tell me your purpose."

"We need your help."

Facing Scott's inquiry, Colin immediately gave an answer.

"us?"

Hearing the description in Colin's mouth, Scott stretched out his hand to express his doubts: "Sorry, I don't know what you mean by us, but if you want to ask for help, you must be looking for the wrong person, I I'm just an ordinary Baskin-Robbins employee, and my daily job is just to make ice cream, the only thing that can help you, or you, is to add a little more jam when making smoothies..."

It is not difficult to see from Scott's reaction that he does not want to participate in the help that Colin said.

"Tell him it was Dr. Hank Pym who sent us to him."

At this moment, Nick's voice came from the tiny earphone under Colin's ear.

In fact, even if you don't use headphones, I can hear what you say.

He said something silently in his heart. On the surface, Colin still pretended to get the news from the earphones, and repeated to Scott in front of him.

"Dr. Hank Pym sent us to you."

"..."

Hearing the name that came out of Colin's mouth, Scott suddenly fell silent.

After a few seconds of silence, he raised his head and said to Colin in front of him, "What are you going to ask me to steal?"

……

Positive world, New York Grand Central Station.

Accompanied by the roar of the train, the latest EP-3 box-type electric locomotive manufactured by General Electric slowly slowed down and drove into the platform.

Roy Disney got off the locomotive with his suitcase in hand.

Entering the station hall from the train passage, Roy gently pressed the top hat on his head with his hand, and lifted the suitcase in his hand up to avoid the malicious palms in the crowd.

Coming out of the crowded train station, Roy breathed a sigh of relief.

He reached out to stop a car, sat in it, and announced his destination to the driver in the driver's seat: "Second Avenue, 96th Street, Baibo Lan Publishing House."

……

New York, Courier Press.

Harry Donnelfield took off his hat to reveal his receding hairline, took off his coat and hung it on the floor stand beside him, looked at the busy people in the newspaper office and said: "The issue of the second issue of "Messenger Comics" is faster than the first issue. What’s even more astonishing is that many newsstands in New York City sold out the comics shortly after they got them, and the delivery man has heard requests from more than one newsstand owner to rush the delivery.”

The popularity of the second issue of "Messenger Comics" is obviously closely related to the activities that Colin carried out on the last page of the comics.

This, from inside the Courier newspaper.

You can tell a thing or two from the mountain of envelopes stacked in front of Little John and the others.

In the past, although the newspaper office also had letters that could not be received every day, they were still able to sort them out.

However, this time, the number of fan letters has increased by two or three times compared to the past.

It is said that letters from Superman readers who participated in the event directly filled the delivery man's van.

For this reason, the deliveryman spent a lot of effort to send the full cart of letters into the newspaper office.

"Mr. Harry, you are finally here."

Poking his head out of the envelope, Little John looked at Harry who came to the newspaper office, with a stiff smile on his tired face.

He never thought that one day, he would feel dizzy because of reading Superman's letters from readers.

In particular, this time, he not only needs to open the letters from readers, but also compiles them one by one, and records the above contents for Colin to choose, which will be serialized in the next issue of "The Courier". Winner of comics.

Since early in the morning, Little John has already written fifty or sixty letters from readers, and this is just the tip of the iceberg among the letters piled up like a hill in front of him.

Looking at the piles of letters in front of Little John, Harry understood why Colin insisted on printing only [-] copies.

With the current staff of the Courier newspaper, there is simply no way to handle more letters, and the publication date of the next issue of the Courier newspaper is just around the corner, so there is simply not much time for them to deal with it.

Of course, they can also choose to ignore these letters and directly choose a few letters to deal with by cheating.

But obviously, Colin didn't intend to do this.

Thinking of this, Harry rolled up his sleeves, came to Little John, stretched out his hands to pick up a small pile of envelopes and said, "How many are left unfinished?"

"After reading these, it's almost over."

Seeing Harry's initiative to help, Little John gave him a grateful expression.

He turned his head and glanced at the position of Colin's desk not far away: "Actually, Mr. Colin is the hardest one. The letters from readers on his desk are more than twice as many as mine."

Speaking of this, Little John's tone was both admiring and helpless.

Bosses know how to work better than workers, so who can justify this.

Following Little John's words, Harry glanced in Colin's direction, and saw that on his desk, letters were piled higher than the hill of Little John in front of him.

However, facing the large number of letters on the table, Colin's actions were particularly skillful.

It was as if the mountain of letters in front of him didn't exist.

　Thanks to Changqing 1040 for the reward of 5000 starting coins, and Boltzmann for the reward of 100 starting coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)