"The factory should be located in a suburb where rent is cheap, and it should have convenient transportation conditions and sufficient human resources."
Peter is considering large-scale production of drones, which requires an independent factory. Although the current drones are still in the internal testing stage, he is used to making early plans.
Ink uses brainwaves to say: "Chocolate factory! We need a chocolate factory!"
It has learned the concept of factories from computers and the Internet, and apparently the dreamy chocolate factory in a classic movie left a deep impression on it.
He then asked Ink if it knew how to make chocolate, and all it described was squirrels and rivers of melted chocolate.
Peter had no choice but to tell it that these were fairy tales and would not work, but it vowed that it was responsible and could taste them, followed by a bunch of gibbering.
Peter asked him to calm down: "If the chocolate factory can make money, it is not impossible to consider it. The question is whether the chocolate factory will be impoverished by you."
This is what Peter does every day. He brainstorms with Ink in his office to see if he can come up with any good ideas.
The symbiote ink living in his brain is intelligent and can occasionally keep up with Peter's thinking.
Of course, when he is not brainstorming, Peter will also tinker with machines or read books and study. He no longer goes to the State University of New York to take classes. He has learned almost all the courses there. There is no teacher to teach him, so he can only be his own. Teacher.
Most of this time was boring, but Peter could always entertain himself.
When the sun sets, the golden sunshine covers New York City, and a busy day of work is about to end.
Peter walked out of his office, and Connors still stayed in his seat and filled in his diary. He would not be able to change this habit for a while.
"Professor Connors, aren't you going home?" Peter asked curiously when he saw that Connors had no intention of leaving.
Professor Connors used to look sickly, but now he looks more confident than when he was young, rather than always looking sad.
He just said calmly: "I'll stay a little longer. Anyway, it doesn't make any difference to me what time I get home."
Peter understood that no one was waiting for him at Connors' home.
"Okay, you can stay at Parker Industries forever, it doesn't matter. But I still suggest you find your own life." Peter said sincerely.
Connors' face was full of questions: "What do you mean?"
Peter explained patiently: "You seem to be a little too focused on work."
Connors was even more puzzled. Did he do something wrong?
As a boss, shouldn't Peter be very happy when he sees his employees working hard to make him more money and create more profits?
Peter explained: "Professor Connors, I hope you can have your own life instead of treating work as your life. Go enjoy New York and celebrate today's promotion and salary increase."
Connors is still uninterested, and his loneliness doesn't seem to be as easy to cure as his "lizard disease."
For a monster that has lived in isolation all year round, even if he changes back to a human, he will still be wary of strangers. The only person Connors can communicate with now is Peter Parker.
So Peter had to find another way.
"Go find the girl you met on Halloween last time, treat her to a meal, and see if we can become friends. This is work, go." Peter said forcefully, not allowing Connors to refute.
The lady was probably still waiting for Professor Connors' call.
When Peter got home, Mei Dai and Aunt Mei were already waiting for him to prepare dinner. After a busy day, they were finally able to eat a hot meal, and they felt so happy.
As soon as he opened the door, Medei crawled towards him happily. Before he could put down his backpack, Peter had to pick up Medei.
Squeezing Mei Dai's little face affectionately, the fatigue of the whole day was cured.
"Have you listened to Aunt Mei?"
Mei Dai nodded.
Peter lowered his voice and asked quietly: "Did you climb the wall?"
Mei Dai shook her head like a rattle.
Peter was very satisfied with her obedience, ruffled her curls and rewarded her with a candy that Aunt May refused to give her.
Aunt Mei personally cooked pasta and other dishes tonight. The delicious meals were full of the family's deep concern and care.
Mei Dai has also reached the age of nutritional supplements and can gradually give up complementary foods and switch to normal food.
"Mei Dai has become closer and closer to you recently." At the dinner table in the apartment, Peter's family sat together to eat, and Aunt Mei once again talked about the family's shortcomings.
"She is now willing to cling to you and let you play with her. Seeing that you two have such a good relationship, I am a little jealous. Obviously I am the one who changes her diapers every day and I am the one who cooks for her. You just Someone who only helps look after her occasionally.”
Although Aunt Mei said this, she was not unhappy in her heart. She just found a random topic to chat with Peter and cared about Peter's current situation.
"Ask May Dai who she likes more, Peter or Aunt May." Peter suggested with a smirk.
Aunt Mei really asked Mei Dai this question, and Mei Dai's reaction was very interesting. She first looked at Peter, then at Aunt Mei, and then back at Peter, frowning and hesitating for a long time.
In the end, she still didn't make a decision. As a kid, she already understood that this was a question, and no matter who she chose, the answer would be wrong, so she simply didn't make a choice.
Mei Dai suddenly laughed out loud, her hearty smile amusing both Aunt Mei and Peter, and she finally avoided this fatal question.
Later, Aunt May asked where Peter went during his business trip, and Peter said: "South, probably near Pennsylvania."
She asked Peter to bring some souvenirs home next time, or maybe bring some interesting gadgets to Medei.
At night, after Peter coaxed Medei to sleep, he was finally able to take a nap. If Deadpool didn't knock on the window again tonight, it would be a perfect day.
