Chapter 1330 Interstellar Stage (37)

The light of New York at noon shines through the gauze curtains floating in the wind, shining into the slightly narrow but not crowded living room. This is an ordinary house in Queens, with two floors and a small yard. Compared with the rich area, it can't be called a villa, but it can barely touch the threshold of a middle-class residence.

The light of the car's turn signal flickered, and Ben Parker, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had a trace of white hair on his temples. This middle-aged man was not tall or strong. He always liked to wear a plaid shirt with a jacket, or work clothes of various colors. He always had a small tool bag hanging around his waist so that he could start repairs immediately in case of any emergency.

In New York, the work of electrical engineers is not rich, but it is still decent, and the income is not bad. It is enough to support a family. Although it is sometimes stretched, most residents living in this community are like this.

They are not poor, and they are definitely not so poor that they can't afford to eat, because when they were young, they caught the tail of the golden age of the United States. A blue-collar worker is enough to support a family, and Ben Parker is like this.

When he was young, he left home early to learn electrical engineering technology. Before he was 20, he was working independently, earning a pretty good salary, and got married smoothly. The parents of both parties took a small sum of money as the start-up capital for the newlyweds, and bought a house and a car, and also bought some financial products for long-term income.

However, such days only lasted for a short period of time. Since the US economy began to decline, its ability to harvest the world has become weaker and weaker. After the golden age, blue-collar workers no longer have such favorable conditions. At least the income is not as much as before, but the price has become more expensive.

Most of the residents living in this community are like this. Although the income is not bad, they also have to bear high property taxes and insurance, and they have to be frugal. At the end of the year, they still have no savings.

Ben Parker took his hands off the steering wheel, opened the door and got out of the car. He looked back at the Cadillac and showed a satisfied expression on his face.

But this satisfaction is not pride in others. Although Peter Parker's achievements also make him happy, this car is actually bought by him with his own salary, not by Peter.

Ben Parker has always wanted to own a Cadillac, but for so many years, the Parker family's financial situation has left them with no spare money to buy a new car. Even the Ford car they later bought was bought from the second-hand market. It was fine as long as it could run, and they didn't pursue the brand and configuration.

Standing in front of the car, Ben Parker stared at the Cadillac logo in a daze. This scene fell into the eyes of Aunt May in front of the window on the second floor. The lady, who still looked energetic, knocked on the balcony railing with a feather duster in dissatisfaction.

Ben Parker was awakened. He looked up at Aunt May, waved his hand, touched the key on his waist, and walked quickly to the door.

But at this moment, Aunt May stopped him, made a lip shape to him, and waved her hand. Ben Parker immediately understood that Peter's girlfriend must have come.

At this time, the sunlight outside the window just shone on the armrest of the sofa in Parker's house. Gwen leaned on the armrest with one arm, looked at Peter with a sad face and said, "Now it's good. Not only do you have to make an alibi, but I also have to make an alibi. I shouldn't have agreed to her at that time!"

Peter, who was sitting next to her and opening the cookie box, smiled gloatingly and said, "What's more terrifying than Director George knowing that his daughter's boyfriend is Spider-Man? He knows that his daughter is also Spider-Man!"

Gwen reached out and pushed him, looked around to make sure that no one was around, and then said a little bit angrily, "Don't laugh, you have experience, help me think of a way, my father will find out sooner or later!"

Peter shook his head and said, "I realized this earlier than you, so I have given up. The fact that there are more than 200 Spider-Men in New York cannot be covered up. You should quickly prepare some blood pressure-lowering medicine."

Gwen, wearing a floral dress, collapsed to one side of the armrest, propped up her head with her fingers, and said weakly, "My father will go crazy, he will really go crazy, 20 0 Spider-Man is really enough for him!"

Suddenly, Gwen seemed to remember something, turned to look at Peter and said: "Aren't you going to buy a new house for your uncle and aunt? Have you chosen the location?"

"It's not me who wants to buy it, it's my uncle who wants to change houses." Peter took out a cookie from the cookie box of other universe specialties and shared it with Gwen, then said: "Since changing jobs, his salary has increased a lot, and his benefits have also improved. First he bought a new car, and now he plans to change to a more spacious house."

"Uncle Ben changed his job?" Gwen said a little surprised: "Didn't he work in the New York Power Administration before? I remember that he seemed to be doing emergency repairs on municipal facilities?"

"Yes, but this job is actually tiring and dangerous, and it doesn't make money." Peter pouted and said: "If it weren't for the subsidies in winter and summer, he wouldn't be willing to do it. You know, he used to be an electrical engineer in a big company. If the company hadn't gone bankrupt during the economic crisis, he wouldn't have been so hasty to lose his job, and then hurriedly found a job to support me and Aunt May. "

Peter broke off a cookie and put it in his mouth, recalling it and saying, "When I was in elementary school, Uncle Ben stayed at home for a while. During that time, he was really struggling to make ends meet, so he could only find a job to get through the difficult times."

"But when the difficult times were over, he was old again. Although he was experienced, he did not have a senior professional title. Many private companies were unwilling to hire such employees, so he could only find a job as a repairman in the power bureau."

"Why did he want to change jobs again?" Gwen asked.

"It's not that he wants to change." Peter sighed and said, "Since many stations on air transport routes have been established, they are too advanced and do not match the slightly old circuit network in New York, so there are always power outages."

"Although the application of new energy has been put on the agenda, it's a pity that it's not that simple to replace all the circuits and network cables in such a large city, so we can only make do with it now."

"But if it breaks, we can't just let it break like this. Someone has to repair it. Stark has installed an alarm bell in the New York Power Administration, but this 24-hour-a-day When the bell is not ringing, there are problems everywhere, and the same is true of my uncle's company. " She could only wait for the Stark Group to send the technicians. "" Wait! "Gewen interrupted Peter, she said," Isn't the Stark's technicians just? Some of the so -called technicians are actually researchers. You let them draw the line diagram and the principle of saying clearly. It is difficult for you to let them get started in person. They will die. "Now, the biggest problem with the biggest power failure in New York is that the young researchers who have experience can understand the new technologies who know what is going on will not be repaired. hours to fix a small problem."

Gwen sighed, nodded and said, "If that's the case, it's really troublesome. You haven't told me what this has to do with Uncle Ben's new job?"

"I was just about to say that." Peter was about to speak when Aunt May came over with a smile, brought two cups of tea to the two of them, clapped her hands and said, "Biscuits should be eaten with tea, that's what the British say."

Peter picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. Aunt May patted his shoulder gently and gave him a look, telling him not to be so rude in front of his girlfriend.

Peter wiped his mouth and said, "My uncle really couldn't stand this situation. He felt that this was a complete waste of time, so he randomly grabbed a researcher and asked him to explain to him what the technologies of the shuttle platform were."

"In fact, it's not complicated. The circuit technology used in the shuttle platform has not changed fundamentally, and the principle is not much different from the previous one. It's just that the conductors and lines of some key technologies use new materials, which will show different characteristics. Old electricians can understand what's going on after a few times."

"Uncle Ben always grabs young Stark Group technicians every time he meets them. As a result, before long, he became the most efficient repairman in their power administration bureau, and even an expert in shuttle platform maintenance."

"As time goes by, Uncle Ben becomes more and more proficient, and it has reached the point where other staff of the power administration bureau have to call him to ask for help when they encounter any operational problems."

"With such technology, it's hard not to be promoted. Now my uncle is a senior technical consultant of the Space Transportation Technology Power Service Department of the New York City Power Administration. You know, this job used to be done by those college students majoring in electrical engineering. Professors are part-time, respectable, profitable, and not tiring. All they need to do is help solve technical problems. "

Peter smiled and said, "Now my uncle has nine apprentices under him, running back and forth between all the stations of New York's air transport routes, just to help these apprentices accumulate technical experience as soon as possible so that they can become masters. The Power Administration is urging them to do this every day, and they are eager to help them grow. They are short of people and are going crazy!"

At first, Gwen actually just asked out of concern for Peter, an elder, but the more she listened, the more fascinated she became. When she heard this, she couldn't help but I asked with some doubt: "Is the Power Administration very short of people?"

"Of course, it's not just the Power Administration." Ben Parker's voice sounded at the door. He took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, took off the tool bag on his waist, and said: "I just came from the shuttle center in Queens. Old Pence from the Transportation Administration has complained to me for the eighth time that there are not enough platform security guards. He asked me if I have any relatives or friends who can recommend."

Gwen frowned slowly, as if she thought of something and said: "Since there is a shortage of people everywhere, why is the Bronx still marching because of unemployment?"

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