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Afternoon.
Yang Tao, dressed in a black casual suit, left the clothing store with large and small bags and opened the driver's side door of the sports car parked outside.
He gently stepped on the accelerator.
The car roared, attracting the attention of many passersby.
"Clothes make the man, just as a saddle makes a horse. Changing into this suit indeed made me three points more handsome..."
The main reason he came to buy clothes was that he had only just realized he had been wearing the same set of clothes ever since he transmigrated.
Although after datafication, let alone clothes getting dirty, even if they were hit by two bullets, the clothes wouldn't change at all.
But after realizing it, Yang Tao felt it would be better to buy a few sets of clothes.
The car smoothly parked in a parking space in front of the Daily Bugle, and Yang Tao opened the car door, walking straight into the building.
Upon entering the building, the Daily Bugle's office area was on the second floor, and Yang Tao easily reached their office area without being stopped.
The office area, not particularly large, was densely packed with a dozen desks, making the already small space even more cramped and crowded.
[Exploration Value: 24.664%]
Since he walked into the building, the exploration value had been slowly increasing.
"Excuse me, please move aside."
A man carrying a stack of documents squeezed past Yang Tao, looking very hurried.
Yang Tao: "..."
'How does this work environment feel even worse than a domestic studio? Is it because New York real estate is so expensive?'
Arriving in front of J. Jonah Jameson's office, he saw Peter Parker through the transparent glass, standing inside the office, receiving his boss's merciless lashing.
Yang Tao did not go in; he felt that J. Jonah Jameson's lashing was an indispensable part of Peter's growth journey.
Well, at least it let Peter Parker know that no matter how good he was, not everyone in this world would like him.
At this moment, a young woman in her twenties, sitting at a desk outside the office door, stood up.
"Hey, handsome, do you have an appointment?"
"Appointment?"
Yang Tao looked around at the noisy environment and J. Jonah Jameson, who was reprimanding Peter Parker inside.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't know an appointment was needed, but I'm here to see Peter Parker."
"You're Peter's friend? Hello, my name is Emily. What's your name? It's my first time knowing that kid Peter has friends."
Hmm? Someone asked for my name?
He extended his hand, and a golden business card appeared out of thin air in his palm. The new version of the business card was more exquisite, with even some delicate patterns on it—an Ender Dragon composed of lines.
Except for the lack of lines, it could be said to be lifelike.
Hmm... the manufacturing method was very simple; it just took one extra hammer strike from a Villagers' blacksmith.
"This is my business card."
If Yang Tao remembered correctly, this woman in front of him took good care of Peter at the Daily Bugle.
Also, she was the boss's person.
"Oh, wow, are you a magician? I couldn't tell at all how you conjured that."
She took the business card.
"Yang Tao, your business card is truly exquisite."
"Of course, this is a masterpiece I created with great effort and money (Emeralds)."
Just then, the phone on the desk rang. Emily glanced at J. Jonah Jameson inside the office and reached out to pick up the phone.
Even though this dilapidated phone didn't have a speaker function, Yang Tao could still hear the voice coming from it.
"Emily, I pay you to work, not to chat with others."
"What is that scoundrel outside here for?"
Emily, already familiar with J. Jonah Jameson's personality, automatically ignored the useless information in his words.
She directly condensed it into one sentence:
'What is that person here for?'
"He's Peter's friend, here to see Peter..."
Inside the office, J. Jonah Jameson hung up the phone without saying anything.
A moment later, Peter, looking as if he had been insulted by a tough man, emerged from the office.
"It's you!"
Peter was surprised to see Yang Tao.
"How did you know I was here?"
"Oh, I heard from Harry that you've been selling your body recently, so I came here to find you."
Harry said?
Selling his body?
Peter didn't believe a single punctuation mark of what Yang Tao said.
"You went to see Harry?"
"Yes, we just finished discussing some business, a deal worth billions of dollars."
Peter: "..."
"So... what do you need me for?"
Yang Tao smiled, reached out, and patted the camera on Peter's chest, saying, "Do you want to change jobs?"
"A job with good pay, less work, and no exploitation from that vampire boss inside."
As soon as he finished speaking, the glass door of the office was immediately opened by J. Jonah Jameson, who, with a cigar in his mouth, roared:
"Peter is my employee, you scoundrel, who are you? How dare you come here to poach my staff!"
A golden business card was slammed into the wooden door frame with a bang.
Gold is soft, but that depends on whose hands it's in.
"This is my business card."
"Alright, Boss J. Jonah Jameson, don't even think about letting Peter experience your capitalist tactics anymore."
"I believe Peter isn't yet a formal employee of your newspaper; he's a free man. He can go wherever he wants, isn't that right?"
J. Jonah Jameson ignored Yang Tao and looked at Peter, saying, "Hey, kid, I haven't treated you badly... Alright, you win. As long as you agree to stay, I'll make you a formal employee of the newspaper."
"Now, immediately take your magic-performing friend and get out!"
Peter's face showed a surprised expression; for him, a formal job at the newspaper was already very satisfying.
He reached out, pulled Yang Tao, and walked towards the newspaper office exit.
"Sir, let's leave here first."
Yang Tao had no intention of continuing to confront the newspaper boss, only showing a meaningful smile and turning to leave.
J. Jonah Jameson, with a cigar in his mouth and an expression as if someone owed him eight million, yelled at the onlookers in the hall: "What are you looking at!!"
"If you don't want to be fired, get back to work quickly."
The onlookers immediately lowered their heads and got busy, to avoid being targeted by this bloodsucking boss.
Jameson nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the business card stuck in the door frame, his face darkened, and he cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, I'll have to spend money to fix the door!"
"Everything costs money. No, this money must be deducted from that kid Peter's salary."
He reached out and took down the gleaming golden business card, then his expression froze; he wasn't like Emily, an inexperienced young girl.
After a moment of silence, he threw the business card into his pocket and said to Emily, who was beside him: "Put up a recruitment ad in the newspaper."
"Hire a photographer!"
Emily, who had just been happy that Peter could become a formal employee of the newspaper, suddenly heard her boss's words and asked, "Don't we already have Peter?"
"That kid won't be coming back..."
J. Jonah Jameson took a deep puff of his cigar, looked at the business card in Emily's hand, and said, "This pure gold business card, if you don't want it, I can reluctantly accept it."
"Pure gold?!"
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