amaotonovel Chapter 2649 Hollywood Rhapsody (7)
Chapter 2649 Hollywood Rhapsody (7)
Chapter 2649 Hollywood Rhapsody (VII)
The next morning, as the sun was shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel, Schiller was brushing his teeth when his cell phone rang. He picked it up and mumbled, "Hello?"
"Open the door, Schiller, we have an early morning interview and want to take some photos of your life."
"But I'm brushing my teeth..."
“This is life at its best!”
Schiller shook his head helplessly, and finally finished brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth, put the toothbrush back on the table, wiped his hands with a towel, and opened the door.
Outside was Eddie carrying a camera, followed by an assistant in a peaked cap. The camera lens was facing downwards at first. Eddie stepped out first and then said, "Are you ready? If you are, I'll knock on the door again."
Schiller had no choice but to close the door. When the door was knocked again, Schiller opened the door and pretended to be surprised and said, "Why are you here? Why are you here so early?"
"Good morning, doctor, how are you?" Now the assistant was carrying the camera, and Eddie walked up and shook hands with Schiller.
"Yes, I'm fine." Schiller stepped aside to let the two men in. The assistant was taking pictures of the interior of the hotel. Eddie pointed to the canvas bag hanging next to him and said, "Are you a Yankees fan too?"
"Of course, I'm from New York, but this bag was given to me by a friend."
"After all, you don't look like the type to choose a canvas bag."
"Can you imagine? I even have canvas shoes."
"Oh, God."
The two chatted and laughed as they walked into the living room of the suite. Schiller made a cup of coffee with a coffee machine and handed it to Eddie and his photographer assistant. He said, "It's hard to imagine you getting up so early. I remember you were a night owl. Tony offered enough money to adjust your biological clock, right?"
"Rather than saying I'm the one who stays up late, it's more like you go to bed too early." Eddie yawned and said, "Except for you, everyone else's interview will be in two hours."
"Those who are in pairs should go later, believe me." Schiller said: "Unfamiliar environments always give people more stimulation. Even after two hours, you will only see that they are as sleepy as bathing flowers."
Eddie obviously understood. He smiled teasingly, took a sip of the hot coffee and said, "There's still a big battle today. I have to cheer up. Okay, doctor, tell us about your daily life."
"I thought you guys would be more interested in superheroes, but I'd normally be calling my patients at this time to check on them."
"All the patients?"
"Of course not. You know I own a nursing home. The ward rounds from the previous day will indicate which patients I need to inquire about. I will call their wards first."
"If they really have something to do, I will go to check on them. If they don't, I won't go. After all, patients also need to rest. If there is nothing serious, the doctor's frequent visits will give them a bad hint and add unnecessary pressure."
"After that I will go to see patients, mainly for those who are not living in nursing homes, and provide them with psychological counseling."
"In fact, we are curious about this part..."
"Don't act like you've never seen it."
"Is it just like we did back then?" Eddie asked doubtfully, "Just like now, just sitting like this?"
"Yes, that's it. What else do you want? Do you want me to open a special seat for you on the ceiling?...Put away that expression. I'll say it again. Psychologists are not medieval wizards. There are no potion pots or spellcasting tables. We are completely scientific and safe..."
"…It makes sense." Eddie added, "I'm almost tired of hearing this."
"But you are still full of misunderstandings. Everyone is like this." Schiller sighed deeply and said, "They are prepared for all the worst before entering the psychological clinic, but they never imagined that this is just the simplest inquiry. But I can understand them."
"I've suffered from anxiety, too, you know." Eddie said, "For us, death is death, but the unknown is something more terrifying than death."
"What you said makes sense, so I always wonder whether I should assign a gun-carrying security guard to the door of my psychological clinic, so that patients will be more inclined to walk in directly when they are struggling psychologically."
They both laughed, and Eddie shook his head and said, "No, you can't do that, or at least your success rate in treating anxiety disorders will be incredibly high, and you'll take away the jobs of all the psychiatrists in New York."
"I'm almost there, otherwise why would SHIELD hire me as your psychological counselor?"
"So this isn't a good job for you?"
"You followed them for a while. Do you think this is a good job?" Schiller asked.
"They are too unstable." Eddie said: "Although I am one of them, my ability is external, I can judge him objectively, and because of this, I know how unstable he is."
"You're not stable! You coward!!" Venom popped his head out from over his shoulder again, but Eddie quickly pushed him back.
"You see, maybe this is how certain emotions in superheroes materialize. They always pop up suddenly and control their actions, which is a nuisance for anyone."
“Where do you think this emotion comes from?”
"You are the psychiatrist, what do you think?"
"Almost all superheroes have anxiety to some extent. This is completely normal. They may be rich and powerful, but they also face pressure in life. The only difference is that they have to bear extra pressure from their sense of responsibility that is far beyond that of ordinary people."
"There is no doubt that being a hero requires an extremely strong inner drive, but this sense of mission and responsibility can also become pressure for them, causing them to lose control of their hearts."
"Do you think this will bring danger to the people?"
"I'm only talking about the emotions they will have, not their performance. If such emotions really make them out of control and bring danger, then they are not superheroes now, but super criminals."
"To put it bluntly, all superheroes are beings who have successfully overcome these emotions. Even those who cannot be called superheroes, but who have powerful abilities but do not use them for bad things, have self-control far beyond that of ordinary people."
"These people will never be a threat to ordinary people, because as long as they can defeat them once, they can defeat them thousands of times. As long as they don't fail, they will always be a solid barrier in front of ordinary people."
"You have a very optimistic view, Doctor."
"Otherwise I wouldn't be here," Schiller said. "It's my job to do regular psychological evaluations for superheroes, but it's not my job to get involved in all this weird stuff on my off time."
"So you're worried?"
"It's not them that I'm worried about. They are the winners who have successfully overcome their out-of-control emotions, but the world can't be full of winners."
As Schiller's words slowly fell, several figures in black suits walked into the pure white building against the wind. All around them were large expanses of green, and above them was the purple-blue sky and towering black mountains, as well as the light white snow on the top of the mountains.
Stark's estate in Beverly Hills is the best located building in the entire villa. It is backed by mountains and faces the sea, which condenses the essence of the natural conditions and geographical advantages of the West Coast. The design of the building is naturally outstanding and eye-opening.
The wind in the seaside city never stops all year round. Today is also a windy day, but the sea breeze blows away all the clouds in the sky, allowing the sun to illuminate everything on the ground.
It was still early, and a light warm color was rising from the distant sky. The wind blew the grass in the backyard into a sparkling river. The tender green had just turned over, and the golden polka dots began to dance again. The hazy city in the distance became more and more hazy in the warm spring light.
Several people sat under an umbrella on the lawn, the sunlight illuminating every wrinkle on their facial features clearly. Except for Stark who wore sunglasses, everyone else squinted their eyes and looked into the bright distance.
Behind them is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, but the furniture behind it is not lifeless and only pays attention to structure of modern style, but is gorgeous, elegant and warm Italian style. The daisies in the vase placed on the checkered table runner are swaying slightly with the wind blowing in through the window.
The ladies were upstairs playing with Wanda's two children and sharing experiences in pregnancy, childbirth and parenting, while the men were sitting downstairs chatting about everything under the sun, always talking about Hollywood movies, but they could never agree on anything.
Steve, Tony and Peter are people from completely different eras. When Steve grew up, movies were still a rarity and there were not many films to watch. Tony, on the other hand, lived in the golden age of movies, with countless classic movies accompanying him during his childhood and adolescence.
Peter lives in the post-Hollywood era. Although Hollywood has experienced several waves of booms since 2000, the film industry is no longer as prosperous as it was before. The movies Peter likes to watch now are no longer American blockbusters from Hollywood.
They finally found the Godfather series, which all three of them had watched and quite liked, but their opinions were diametrically opposed. Steve valued the Corleone family's family values and believed that although this was a mafia family, some of their views on treating family members were worth pursuing.
Stark always said that the decline of the Corleone Family had nothing to do with the first and second generation godfathers, nor with any family concepts. They did not grasp the point at all. What really caused the decline of this huge mafia family was the times, and they failed to keep up with the times.
Moreover, no matter what business the gangs do, they are always middlemen. Without technology and patents, they have no barriers to withstand the tide of the times. Without the core things in their hands, no matter how many people and guns there are, they will eventually be eliminated.
Peter lamented the difference between the first and second generation Godfathers. The second generation Godfather was obviously more cruel than the first, but unfortunately his ending was far worse. Perhaps it was because the building was about to collapse and he was powerless, so he acted more and more extreme.
Who would have thought that the topic Iron Man and Captain America would discuss together was actually gangster movies? Strange said sarcastically, "I thought you would denounce gangsters all the time."
"It's just a movie." Stark said unhappily, "We are talking about topics that everyone likes, and you are the only one who doesn't fit in."
Strange looked at Schiller, who was sitting at a table next to him and drinking coffee slowly, and said, "Aren't you interested in movies either?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "I watch movies just for fun, and never analyze the social issues behind them. I am already tired enough analyzing this and that at work, and I am not interested in analyzing movies."