Los Angeles International Airport, waiting hall.

At this time, a small area of ​​eyes frequently turned to a mixed-race man.

There is nothing else, but handsome.

He has a pure black head, fair skin but not as rough as European and American people, and his facial features are golden.

It is the kind of woman who tightens her legs but is willing to separate them just by just taking a look.

Unlike the "superficial" of many women, the male compatriots selectively ignore each other's beauty and examine them one by one in their clothes.

The low-key and luxurious suit is very slim, the sapphire blue watch is exquisite and dazzling, and the leather shoes under your feet look particularly expensive.

I have confirmed that I am a rich man who can't afford to offend me.

The mixed-race man didn't care about these gazes. His deep royal blue pupils were filled with complex emotions.

Three-point shock, three-point confusion, three-point unbelievable, and ninety-one-point funny.

His name is Victor Chen, a Chinese American, with a surname named Chen's father, and his name is from the Russian mother Chen.

In recent days.

Several bad news did not knock him down, but instead made him determined and resolutely decided to return to China to start a business.

As a PhD in the Director Department of AFI at the American Film Academy, he believes that he can inject international elements into the Chinese film industry and make world blockbusters belonging to China.

Before boarding.

He was in the VIp terminal at Los Angeles Airport and was waiting for Chen’s mother to arrive. Chen’s father was quite dissatisfied with his return to China and not inheriting his promise to the whole business, so he would not come to see him off.

In the hazy.

There seemed to be a voice in his mind, saying that an old man gave up the plane trading platform and handed it over to him, and now he will go to the ss-level plane Marvel Universe.

Then...he woke up.

The transition from VIp's exclusive terminal to the terminal hall was not convincing to Victor at all.

The second generation he was dating had always been lawless.

Victor smiled helplessly.

Just treat it as a unique farewell commemoration.

He took out Huawei mate2oRs and he was going to call his friend Drucker to stop the farce - this drama was probably led by this guy.

The plane is about to be boarded, and if I don’t show up, I will not dare to take off this flight.

"It's more convenient for my dad's special plane." Victor sighed.

I didn't go through the contact person, so I dialed out the number skillfully, put the earpiece in my ear, and had a little emotional brewing in my mind.

only.

The rapid prompt sound of "beep, beep, beep" in his ear interrupted him.

When you take off your phone and look, you will see that "number is not activated" in the center of the screen - the phone card is not named or has been cancelled, and this prompt will pop up.

The first reaction was that Drucker replaced his mobile phone card.

The eyes swept, and the golden girl with a total score of 7 points - this time it was in a 1O-point scale.

In the other party's surprise gaze, Victor walked forward with an elegant smile and said in an authentic London accent: "Sorry to bother me, my name is Victor Chen. What is the name of this beautiful lady?"

"Anna!" The beautiful golden girl's eyes were bright and lit: "Just call me Anna, ohgod! You are so handsome! I must take a photo with you! My sisters will definitely envy you!"

There is a saying that ugly men will never know how proactive women are.

Faced with Anna's enthusiasm, Victor was used to it and cooperated to make a background board, not caring about Anna's actions in the middle of the process.

Although this sounds familiar, it is definitely not my father's, but it seems...

"Hey, boy, why don't you talk?" Victor didn't reply, but the person on the other side became anxious: "Don't tell me that your touch m is one of my ex-girlfriends?!

It's simply incredible!

Every one of me has given me a generous reward. How could I secretly give birth to an illegitimate child for me?!"

Listening to the sound on the phone, Victor's mind was a little confused.

It’s really not the voice of Chen’s father!

It's really that person's voice!

Could it be that Drucker invited him to spoof himself?

That's not right!

This number is Chen's father's, so he absolutely cannot make fun with Drucker.

"Fuck! It seems you are serious!" I didn't know what I had made up for on the other end of the phone, and my words were very angry: "Boy, you are waiting in place. I'll send someone to pick you up and do a DNA appraisal first.

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Oh my God! You can really hide it when you touch m!

If you tell me now that you are not my son, I will definitely give you $10,000, I, Tony Stark, promised it!”

The opposite side paused for several seconds, but still didn't hear Victor's response, so he simply hung up the phone.

Victor, on the other hand, was in a three-game question of doubting life:

--who I am?

Victor Chen, a handsome, middle-European mixed-race doctor of the aFI director department, has to go back and inherit the rich second generation of the Fortune 100 groups if he doesn't work hard.

——Where am I?

Los Angeles Airport, USA, waiting hall.

——What am I doing?

He called Chen's father's private number, but the person who answered the call claimed to be Tony Stark.

After such a brief arrangement, a terrible idea took shape in my mind.

Taking a few deep breaths, Victor clicked on the Google search on his phone.

First, I took a look at the time, March 12, 2oo8.

Looking at the search interface of Lao Jiu, I felt a little nervous.

Searching for Chen’s father’s message showed that there was no such person.

I searched for the latest news again.

...

News all confirmed the ugly conjecture.

but.

With the technology of the 21st century, the money and power of Drucker and others, these things cannot be faked on a small scale.

unless......

Take a deep breath several times to calm down your mood.

Victor smiled a little stiffly at Anna, shook his phone and said he needed to use it. After the latter nodded to show his randomness, he found a seat without anyone else to sit down.

He lowered his head and lit his cell phone, murmured in a low voice: "Plane trading platform?"

A desperate scene appeared.

A line of text really appeared in front of him.

Out of his instinct to refuse time travel, his brain subconsciously chose "No".

The interface disappeared immediately.

After blinking hard, confirming that there were no contact lenses or other items, he sighed deeply. His waist, which had always been straight, was unceremonious and had to lean back.

It's over.

It's really a time travel.

My life is just beginning, and I have no dissatisfaction with life, and the future is full of infinite possibilities.

Isn’t it good to travel through time and find a dream-chasing otaku who needs more?!

Fortunately.

The plane he was in was the Marvel Universe created by the old man Stan Lee, and he was still familiar with this.

I just don’t know if it is the movie universe, the animation universe, or the comic universe.

If it were the movie universe, as a PhD in the director department of aFI, he might know the world more than Stan Lee.

,,,,He followed the whole filming as an intern.

And if it is the latter two...

Not that I am unfamiliar.
To be continued...