Chapter 2675 Hollywood Rhapsody (VII)

Chapter 2649 Hollywood Rhapsody (7)

Early the next morning, as the light streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel, Schiller was brushing his teeth with a tooth cup when his cell phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and said vaguely, "Hello?"

"Open the door, Schiller, we have an early morning interview and want to take a picture of your life."

"But I'm brushing my teeth..."

"This is the best state of life!"

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 wearing a peaked cap. The camera's lens was pointed downward at first. Eddie stepped out first, and then said: "Are you ready? I'll be there when I'm ready." 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, are you okay?" Now the assistant was holding the camera, and Eddie stepped forward and shook Schiller's hand.

"Yes, I'm not bad." Schiller stepped aside and let the two people walk in. The assistant took pictures of the interior furnishings of the hotel. Eddie pointed to the canvas bag hanging next to him and said, "You are also from the Yankees. Fan?"

"Of course, I'm from New York, but this bag was given to me by my friend."

"After all, you don't look like the kind of person who would choose a canvas bag."

"Can you imagine? I even have canvas shoes."

"Oh, God."

The two of them laughed and walked into the living room of the suite. Schiller made a cup of coffee using the coffee machine, served it to Eddie and his photographer assistant, and said: "It's hard to imagine that you would get up so early. I remember that you were You’re staying up late, Tony has offered you enough money to adjust your biological clock, right?”

"It's not so much that I stay up late, it's better that you go to bed too early." Eddie yawned and said, "Except for you, everyone else's interviews will be in two hours."

"Those who are in pairs should wait a little later, believe me." Schiller said: "An unfamiliar environment will always give people more stimulation. Even after two hours, you will only see them sleepy." It must be like a bath flower.”

Eddie obviously understood. He laughed teasingly, took a sip of scalding coffee and said, "There is still a big battle today. I have to cheer up. Okay, doctor, tell us about your normal life. ”

"I thought you would be more interested in superheroes, but if you ask me, I would normally call my patients at this time to confirm their current conditions."

"All patients?"

"Of course not. You know I have a nursing home. The ward rounds the day before will indicate which patients need my inquiry. I will call their wards first."

"If they really have something wrong, I will go to the ward. If nothing happens, I will not go. After all, patients also need to rest. When there is nothing serious, the doctor's frequent appearance will give them bad hints and only increase pressure."

"I will go to the clinic later, mainly to provide psychological counseling for some patients who do not live in nursing homes."

"Actually, we're curious about this part..."

"Don't act like you've never seen it before."

"Is it just like we were then?" Eddie asked with some confusion: "Just like we are now, just sitting like this?"

"Yes, that's it. Otherwise, what else do you want? Let me develop a special seat for you on the ceiling?... Put away that expression of yours, I'll say it again, a psychiatrist is not a medieval wizard, and there is no potion Pots and casters, we are completely scientific and safe… ”

"... well-founded." Eddie added: "My ears are almost getting calloused when I hear these words."

"But you are still full of misunderstandings, everyone is like this." Schiller sighed deeply and said: "They made all the bad preparations before entering the psychological clinic, but they never imagined that this was just the simplest thing. inquiries, but I can understand them.”

"I also suffer from anxiety, you know." Eddie said: "For us, death is death, but the unknown is more terrifying than death."

"What you said makes sense, so every time I think about whether to have a security guard with a gun at the door of my psychological clinic, so that patients will be more inclined to walk in directly when they are having a psychological struggle."

Both of them laughed, and Eddie shook his head and said, "No, you can't do that, otherwise at least your success rate in treating anxiety disorders will be astonishingly high, and you will take away the jobs of all the psychiatrists in New York."

"I've almost done it, otherwise why would SHIELD hire me as your psychological consultant?"

"So this isn't a good job for you?"

"You've been photographing them for a while. Do you think it's a good job?" Schiller asked.

"They are too unstable." Eddie said: "Although I am also one of them, my ability is external and I can judge him objectively. Because of this, I know how unstable he is. ”

"You're not stable! You coward!!" Venom popped up from his shoulder again, but Eddie pushed him back with quick eyes and hands.

"You see, maybe this is how some of the emotions in superheroes materialize. They always appear suddenly and control their actions. It is a troublesome thing for anyone."

"Where do you think this emotion comes from?"

"You are a psychologist, what do you think?"

"Almost all superheroes have more or less anxiety, which is normal. They may be rich and powerful, but they also face pressure in life. The only difference from ordinary people is that they have to bear additional 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 driving force, but this sense of mission and responsibility will also become their pressure, causing them to lose control of their hearts."

"Do you think this will bring danger to the people?"

"I am only talking about the emotions they will have, not their performance. If this emotion really makes them lose control and bring danger, then they are not superheroes now, but super criminals."

"To put it bluntly, all superheroes have successfully overcome these emotions. Even if they cannot be called superheroes, they just have powerful abilities, and People who don't use it for bad things also 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 win once, they can win thousands of times. As long as they don't fail, they will always be a solid barrier in front of ordinary people. "

"Your point of view is very optimistic, doctor."

"Otherwise I wouldn't be here." Schiller said: "It is my job to give psychological assessments to superheroes regularly, but it is not my job to get involved in these monsters and demons during my vacation time."

"So you are worried?"

"I am not worried about them. They are the winners who have successfully overcome their out-of-control emotions, but the world cannot be full of winners."

As Schiller's words slowly fell, several figures in black suits walked into the pure white building against the wind. There were large tracts of green all around, and above them were the blue and purple sky and the towering black mountains, as well as the white snow on the top of the mountains that was as light as floating duckweed.

Stark's manor in Beverly Hills is the best building in the entire villa. It is backed by mountains and faces the sea. It condenses the essence of the natural and geographical advantages of the West Coast. The design of the building is naturally outstanding and eye-opening.

The wind in the seaside city has never stopped 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 is still early, and the sky in the distance is faintly warm from the low place. The wind blows the grass in the backyard into a sparkling river. The tender green has just turned over, and the golden dots are dancing again. The hazy city in the distance is becoming more and more hazy in the warm spring light.

Several people sat under the umbrella on the lawn, and the sun illuminated every wrinkle between their facial features clearly. Except for Stark wearing sunglasses, everyone else squinted their eyes and looked at the bright distance.

Behind them is a huge French window, but the furniture behind the French window is not a lifeless modern style that only pays attention to the composition, but a gorgeous and elegant yet warm Italian style. The daisies in the vase on the checkered table runner are swaying slightly with the wind blowing in through the window.

The ladies are playing with Wanda's two children upstairs, exchanging experiences of pregnancy, childbirth and parenting, while the men are sitting downstairs chatting and talking about everything, always talking about Hollywood movies, but they can never talk about the same thing.

Steve, Tony and Peter are people from completely different eras. When Steve grew up, movies were still rare and there were not many movies to watch. Tony lived in the golden age of movies, and there were countless classic movies accompanying him in his childhood and adolescence.

Peter lives in the post-Hollywood era. Although Hollywood has experienced several waves of explosions since 2000, the film industry is no longer so prosperous. The movies Peter likes to watch now are no longer American blockbusters from Hollywood.

Finally, they found the Godfather series that all three of them had watched and liked, but their views were completely different. Steve valued the family concept of the Corleone family and believed that although it was a gangster family, some of its views on treating family members were desirable.

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 concept. They did not grasp the key point at all. What really caused the decline of this huge gangster family was the times, and they did not keep up with the times.

And no matter what business the gangs do, they are always second-hand dealers. Without technology and patents, there is no barrier to withstand the erosion of the tide of the times. Without holding the core things in their hands, no matter how many people and guns they have, 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 generation, but unfortunately the ending was far worse. Perhaps it was because the building was about to collapse and they were powerless, so they 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 with him and drinking coffee slowly, and said, "Aren't you interested in movies?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "I watch movies just for fun, and never analyze the social issues behind them. I'm tired enough analyzing this and that at work, and I'm not interested in analyzing movies."