ital letters “MARVEL” written in white paint.
Han Xuan was not blind, he saw it at a glance. He had always been eager to drive before he got his driver’s license. Now that he could really do it, he felt sore all over after driving for more than an hour.
After humming a few words, it turned out that something was commotion and arrogant, and then turned his attention to the unique red brick factory building.
Several handicrafts called “Transformers” made of scrap car parts are erected around the factory.
Each one is more than six meters high. They were just finished and look brand new after being painted.
The walls of the factory are covered with various superhero patterns.
The one holding the five-pointed shield is Captain America, the one holding the big hammer is Thor, and the one with steel claws is Wolverine.
Spider-Man and Iron Man hooked up, looking like good friends, and pointed at Black Widow, a hot girl in leather clothing, as if he was teasing her.
Han Xuan looked at it with great interest and walked around the factory until he saw the picture of Iron Man with his hand in front of his crotch, unable to find a zipper to solve a physiological problem, and sweating profusely.
I squatted on the ground and held my stomach, almost laughing like crazy!
His grandfather only valued the movie copyrights of these heroes and ignored Marvel. After reorganizing the company and expanding its sales channels to the SOS Group, he allowed it to develop as long as it did not lose too much money.
Seeing his grandson laughing, he asked helplessly: “What’s so funny? Are you so happy?”
“You don’t have any humor at all. You have passed the age of liking these things, but I haven’t. I don’t think this picture of the Hulk vs. Are the pictures of Ant-Man interesting?”
“Where can I find Ant-Man?”
Guo Muzhou looked closer and saw that there was indeed a two-centimeter small thing on the fist of the mighty Hulk. He continued: “No wonder the decoration cost me more than three hundred. Ten thousand dollars turned out to be spent on these things.”
Next to him was a fat old man in his fifties with Mediterranean hair and a red nose.
Hearing this, he smiled bitterly: “These things didn’t cost much. People from the company painted them themselves. All the paints put together are less expensive than a Transformer.”
“I’m just kidding. Don’t worry about it, Naller. ”
Guo Muzhou said, walking towards the black door with the Marvel trademark on it, and asked him: “I heard that the “Fantastic Four” movie produced by Constantine Films failed to be released. What’s going on?”
His name was Naller. The fat old man is now the interim CEO of Marvel. He once served as Stan Lee’s assistant for seventeen years and is particularly familiar with the comic industry.
But he is not very sensitive to business operations, so he is the interim CEO. He will serve as interim CEO until a suitable candidate is found.
Naylor replied: “Ten years ago, we sold the film rights to “Fantastic Four” to Constantine Pictures. Last year, Con