I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman

I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman Chapter 7

2021-11-07

Chapter 7 I want to be a superstar

Soon it will be Wednesday, after a few days of fermentation, all secrets are no longer secrets , Harley was punished for cooperating with her father in the match-fixing, which was known by all the classmates.

The well-informed, even know that her father owes a large loan shark to Heibang.

Some people sympathize, some sincerely express concern, many girls take pleasure in other people's misfortune, and some people hit a person when he's down.

It seems that overnight, the once campus influential figure fell into a quagmire.

It was a difficult life to be pointed fingers behind her back. She did not participate in club activities this afternoon, nor did she practice table tennis with Bruce, the tool man. She left the school and rode a bicycle to Greenwich Village.

Gunga Dinner, an Indian restaurant chain.

"Hi, Harley!" At the dining table near the glass window, the brown curly-haired woman waved to Harley on the street.

She's Jessica Sheksnard, fresh out of college and currently acting as Harley's agent.

As the famous "smile queen" in the gymnastics industry, unless the brokerage company is blind, it is impossible to ignore her.

"How, Jesse?" Harry put down his bag and stared hopefully at the agent's broad forehead.

"Are you sure those songs are original, yours?" Jessica took a sip of her coffee and looked suspiciously at the girl opposite brow beaded with sweat.

Harry asked calmly: "Did you come across similar lyrics?"

Jessica frowned: "That's not true, but a few songs have lyrics and styles. , all have different styles, not like the works of one person, not even in the same age group. You are a little girl, and you shouldn't have that kind of deep artistic conception."

"It's not like you can say this. out." Harry said.

The manager didn't hide it, and said directly: "I don't know music, and I don't have much in-depth intersection with pop music.

In order to help you sell songs, I specially found a Expert, these comments are all from him and me."

It seems that "he" is really an expert, all right!

Harry secretly sighed.

As a seasoned and stable transmigrator, she certainly knows the loopholes and drawbacks of Wen Duo Gong.

Therefore, in the past ten years, she was too young to play herself as a talented woman. The Olympic champion and endorsement fee were the future she planned for herself.

As for superheroes.

If she has superhuman strength, she will definitely be willing to save the world, but now that she has a turtle shell, can she form a team with Batman and then use him as a meat shield ?

So, it is more comfortable to be a rich, famous and leisure sports star. Of course, the plan to quickly upgrade the experience cannot be relaxed. After all, it is a dangerous DC universe. With the defense of the "Iron Body", it is possible to guarantee the life to spend the earned money.

"Jesse, you know where I am now, and I don't have time to discuss mood and style with those experts. I want money, and I'll get both the money and the goods, and they'll go home." Halle said solemnly.

Jessica nodded, said: "Before meeting those musicians, I have registered the copyright of the song for you.

Once the copyright registration is successful, God is coming, and there is no way to rob Take your song unless it pays."

"Very good." Harry smiled with satisfaction, "Is there a 'God' to buy it?"

"Five hundred One US knife, 20 songs, and 10,000 US dollars."

"Christ Jesus, where is God, you talked to Satan, right? Satan's heart is not so dark. ”

Harry blushed, slapped the table and shouted, causing others to look around.

Jessica pressed her right hand down, motioning her not to get excited, "forgive me to speak bluntly, the price is not too dark."

"You shouldn't charge that. Black money assholes?" Harry asked suspiciously.

How many American entertainment articles she has watched at a certain point, those protagonists even save money to make a movie with just one song.

Her 20 top 10 hits on the pop charts cost only $10,000? !

Jessica's face darkened, "In the sports world, you are a smile queen and owned, but in the music industry, you are nothing.

Go ask, how many newcomers use Fifty dollars, or even ten dollars to sell songs."

"Ten dollars? They drink the northwest wind?" Harry couldn't believe it.

"Ai, let's sell the songs first, one or two are popular, and the lyricist's worth will skyrocket? If the singer is a big name like Britney Sweetie and Avril, the overwhelming majority writers are even willing to free Send a song."

Harry reluctantly sighed then said, "Plan A fails, but plan B always succeeds, right?"

"The story of "Inception" is really good, I watched it I also like it very much, but the director Nolan you asked for seems to have passed away."

"What? It's only five years ago, how could he die? Is it different people having the same given name and family name?" Harry was surprised.

She doesn't want to go the way of others and leave them with nowhere to go.

Being forced by life, she is now a copywriter. She also hopes to minimize the loss of the original author, so she wants to sell the script to the original author.

Well, it seems more cheap?

“The Englishman Nolan, who filmed Memento.” Jessica said.

"That's him," Harry nodded, "how did he die?"

"According to his wife, director Nolan is contemplating a crime drama about 'Dark Knight' A movie.

It's probably a drag hero fighting a bully alone, very sad and dark."

"And then?" Harry's expression was a little strange.

"What better place to find inspiration than Gotham? He lived half a month in Gotham, and every night he ran dark alleys to find drag heroes, the Avengers, Mr. Shadow, the baton, Black man, those perverted gays."

When it comes to drag heroes, Jessica's tone is vicious.

Harry covered her face, already guessing Nolan's ending.

"His dark Knight didn't appear, but his own life became part of Gotham's sin."

"oh!" Harry sighed, covering his face, "What about Plan C? Have you found a publisher for "I'm Growing Potatoes at Fire Star"?"

""Growing Potatoes" is a short science fiction story that should be published in "Track", "New World", "Asimov" sci-fi magazines like that," Jessica said.

"How much money can I get for the royalties? I want to cash it out quickly!" Harry said.

"The point is that your novels don't even look like magazines." Jessica said helplessly.

"Impossible, such a hardcore science fiction novel, I'm not surprised to win the Hugo Award." Harley said dissatisfied.

"I deliberately found a relationship to send the novel to the editor-in-chief of "Track". He said that your novel is very unscientific and has very big logical loopholes." Jessica said.

Harry was pissed off, "Growing Potatoes" is "Fire Star Rescue", a novel whose content is so hard-core that it can almost be repeated in reality, is it unscientific?

"Many details of "Growing Potatoes" were instructed by our school's science and technology teacher, who has studied in NASA, and there is absolutely no major logical loophole." She said affirmed.

"Where's Manhattan Academician?" Jessica said indifferently.

"What?" Harley opened her mouth slightly, her pretty face filled with confusion, "What does this have to do with Manhattan Academician?"

"Everyone in the world knows that Manhattan Academician It's on the fire star. If the fire star expedition team members crash, the first person to ask for help must be the Manhattan Academician.

And the Manhattan Academician built the Water Crystal Palace on the fire star, where do you need to grow potatoes? , just go there to eat rice, isn't it delicious?"

Harry opened her mouth wide, her face dull.

She wanted to refute this absurd remark loudly, but she opened and closed her mouth a few times, but she didn't know what to say.

Yes, it's already 2005. The U.S. government and government are still playing a big banner. Sustained and stable appearance.

An American-Vietnamese female entrepreneur named "Zhao Yu" even created a "fire star phone booth", which is distributed in major cities in the United States. Ordinary people can also leave a message to the Manhattan Academician through the phone booth.

So, when the fire star died, I first thought of Manhattan Academician before I echoed the logic. Her "Growing Potatoes" seems really unscientific.

Harry relieved, opened her schoolbag, took out a The thumb drive was on the table. "Luckily I came up with a Plan D recently."

"What?" Jessica said curiously.

""A Certain Scientific Red Manhattan" tells the story of a Soviet scientist who accidentally created a quantum ghost while studying ball lightning, which is the fake Manhattan Academician.

I'm in it Personal understanding of the state of existence of the Academician in Manhattan is a novel with great brains." Halle explained.

Uh, this time, she took action against her compatriots and changed Da Liu's "Ball Lightning".

Because of the query, there is no big Liu in this world.

The quantum ghost in Ball Lightning is almost a scientific Manhattan Academician: A person attacked by a quantum weapon will enter a quantum state, a cloud of probability.

Theoretically, the probability cloud is distributed all over the universe, and in a certain range and a certain time period, the probability of seeing it is the same.

For example, you might meet the Manhattan Academician in New York on April 3, 1995.

It is also possible to see him on April 3, 2015, on a star 10,000 light-years away in our solar system.

In Time and Space, Manhattan Academician is probabilistically distributed according to quantum state, but it cannot be stabilized at a point in time and a point in space.

It's like rolling the dice impossible forever three six.

To put it bluntly, the current Manhattan Academician is unscientific, and he shouldn't exist as stable as a human being - always three sixes.

But he exists.

When reality and theory conflict, the fault must be the theory.

Therefore, outside the probability cloud, the quantum ghost has another state of existence: the collapsed state after being observed.

Take Schrödinger's cat as an example: a cat and a "single-double bomb" are placed in the bank vault. The so-called single-double bomb is a dice that rolls. If it is single, the bomb will explode and the cat will be blown up. Die; if it's a double, the bomb goes off and the cat survives.

So, if you don't open the vault door, the cat's state has two possibilities: 50% dead and 50% alive.

The existence of a cat is a "quantum state".

The vault door is opened, the state of the cat is observed, the quantum state is broken, and it collapses into a constant unique state.

Manhattan Academician not only collapses, but collapses to a value forever, which is very unscientific.

Harry explained his theory roughly, and finally said: "The reality is that the Manhattan Academician does not all split up and in pieces, and is evenly dispersed in Time and Space, which means that he was observed and collapsed. It also collapses to a constant value.

Then the question is, who made it collapse? Why is it a constant value?"

"Who? Why?" Jessica listened Got a little confused.

Harry shrugged, "I'm just a novel, the so-called scientific theory is just a brain hole.

To put it bluntly, just because the topic of Manhattan is hot, I just happened to get it recently. Some secret files about him, so I want to write novels and sell them for money!

I just want money, I don't care about the life and death of Manhattan."

"Well, you rubbish. The hot idea is correct." Jessica came back to his senses, agreed by nodded.

Then, she asked again: "Is there any love in your red Manhattan? If there is no love triangle, books are not easy to sell!"

"Of course, it is completely in accordance with the blue Manhattan of the United States. The plot arranged by the mode."

Harry raised three fingers, "Three wives, the first one was his wife when he was a human, and it originated from love, young Mu Shaoai, this is a youthful attitude Manhattan;

The second term, is a chick, derived from male instinct, is the middle-aged Manhattan;

The third term, an ugly and rough middle-aged black female —"

Jessica interrupted her with a twisted face, "shit, so heavy?! How can readers accept it?"

"It's Russian Manhattan anyway," Halle shrugged. "And black, women, ugly, so politically correct!"

"Well, it's Russian Manhattan anyway," Jessica patted her chest. "God Christ, I can't imagine our Manhattan with one. oh! I'm not racist, I'm really eye-catching."

"Actually, this setting has another meaning." Halle smiled slightly. , said meaningfully: "After the youth comes middle age, what about middle age?"

"Old Manhattan?" Jessica looked thoughtful.

Harry nodded, "The third wife is the choice of the elderly Manhattan. What the elderly need more is family, care and protection.

Well, that is, a nanny. So , he chose a family woman who can take care of him."

"Manhattan should be above the timeline, Eternal Existence, there is no distinction between teenagers, middle-aged, and old?" Jessica frowned.

"Yes, this is common sense as everyone knows, Manhattan will never get old. But why is he in a collapsed state? Going back to the previous question, why did he also suffer from quantum attacks, and others became quantum ghosts, he A stable collapse state?"

"Why?" Jessica said curiously.

Harry smiled slyly and pointed to the USB flash drive, "The promise is in there, you can take a look when you go back."

Jessica put away the USB flash drive and said with a smile: "Even people like me who never read science fiction are interested in red Manhattan, and you are probably going to explode.

However, even if the novel is popular, I want to make 200,000 in a short period of time. It's also difficult. In fact, half a month is not enough to complete a series of work such as editing, publishing, and publicity."

"Sell the copyright directly to the bookseller, okay?" Harry asked.

Jessica winked at her triumphantly, "My agent is not to be trifled with either, so I got you a plan B, do you want to try it?"

"Let's hear it." Harry became interested.

"The National Bank of the United States is recruiting banknotes, big money!" Jessica said in full of smiles.

"You want me to be a big bill?" Harry's expression was a little distorted.

(end of this chapter)