PFC Chapter 3147 "Romantic" Wedding Season (67)
Chapter 3147 "Romantic" Wedding Season (67)
Chapter 3147 "Romantic" Wedding Season (Sixty-Seven)
On the wedding day, the clouds were soft lines floating in the sky, like the traces left by a lover’s fingertips across the lips. The wind was a moist gauze floating from the sea, like the last affectionate and charming look before turning away on the night of confession.
Even if there are thousands and thousands of such sunny and cool mornings, I will never have the peace of mind of waking up from bed and seeing the bright blue sky outside the window. The weather always has many special meanings because of people's expectations.
The manor suddenly came alive. Waiters in suits and leather shoes shuttled through the corridor like a school of fish. The sound of leather shoes came from far away and then slowly faded away. Standing in front of the window, one could see that people had already begun busy decorating the manor square.
Schiller was awakened by the waiter. He opened the door and saw ironed clothes placed at the door. These were not best man suits, but ordinary suits for the welcoming banquet.
The best men first had to welcome the guests at the manor square. They had arrived on the island a few days in advance, but a small welcome banquet had to be held when they met the host for the first time.
The bride and groom will not show up in person, so the reception work will be done by the best man and bridesmaid. When Schiller got dressed and walked out the door, he met Natasha who was wearing a black long dress.
"You just arrived last night?" He turned to ask Natasha as he and Natasha walked downstairs together.
"Yes, Nick threw the SHIELD job to me, and I was so busy that I didn't have time to come here until last night." Natasha was holding a black diamond-studded clutch in her hand. As she walked down the stairs, she adjusted the position of the necklace on her neck, and then touched her earrings.
"He asked you to do the security work for the wedding, right?"
Natasha rolled her eyes slightly and said, "You don't have to be so blunt."
"How many people have you planted?"
"On paper, there are 20,000 people."
Schiller was not surprised by this number at all. He even said with some regret: "Nick showed mercy."
"After all, it's a friend's wedding, so he can't go too far." Natasha smiled. She put on a very beautiful makeup today. When her red lips were curled up, the tail of her eyes was sharper than a knife.
"Are you included in these 20,000 people?"
"I'm a senior agent, so I'm charged a different price."
"Ok?"
"Seduction work requires extra money." Natasha quickened her pace and walked in front of Schiller, then turned around and said, "What do you think of my outfit today?"
"Who are you trying to seduce?"
"It's a long story."
"Then let's make a long story short."
"Tony Stark."
"Don't you think you are a bad person?" Schiller smiled and said, "You are planning to seduce him at his wedding."
"Any questions?" Natasha's expression was lively. She said, "I like the wedding scene. Even the most wanton men will pretend to be chaste. Even if they stare at me with eyes that are about to burst into flames, they still dare not move. How interesting."
“Are you serious?” Schiller looked her over, then said, “I don’t think you’re the kind of person who would buy something a second time after giving it a bad review.”
"I'm going to seduce Stark, but he can refuse." Natasha said, "If I use force, those 20,000+ agents won't be pushovers."
Schiller understood her implication and asked, "How do you want him to refuse?"
"Money can't solve all problems, but it can solve my little problem."
"If the accounts don't balance, just tell me."
Natasha rolled her eyes again, her shoulders drooped as if she was deflated. She gritted her teeth and said, "I must have owed that nigger in my past life. Twenty thousand is already exaggerated enough. What am I going to use to pay the remaining three million?!"
"Only over three million?" Schiller said with disdain, "Pretend to be touched later, Tony will just settle it for you."
"I'm still short of more than three million, but Hill and Coulson still have some." Natasha sighed and said, "Even if all the more than 20,000 agents who came today were killed, it would be hard to make up for it."
"Nick is really bold." Schiller shook his head.
Now it was Natasha's turn to be a little confused. She said, "Although this amount of money is a lot for us, it shouldn't be enough to make you sigh like this."
"I mean, it's a very bold man of his to leave the balancing of the accounts to you fools."
Natasha began to grit her teeth again.
"So what exactly is going on at today's wedding?" Natasha turned around and walked backwards, staring into Schiller's eyes, and said with some disbelief: "Do you really have the moral integrity to not ruin your good friend's life event? Can I doubt this?"
"Of course, ma'am, but you should also believe that I have the self-control to curb my greed for them."
"This sentence is even more nonsense than the last one." Natasha said with great disapproval. She dropped her arms and said, "Let's be frank. If you want to do something, take me with you and let me settle the account. You don't have to listen to Nick's nagging. I owe you a favor."
"Your favor is so valuable, ma'am, I'm really grateful, but I really don't plan to do anything." Schiller said to Natasha with a smile.
Natasha's eyes became more and more disapproving.
"Is there anything you want me to do?" Schiller asked tentatively.
Natasha opened her mouth but said nothing in the end. She sighed and said, "I can join, but I can't instigate, otherwise Tony will kill me."
"Aren't you afraid that he will kill me?"
"You? He knows your character very well. Although I didn't really send 20,000 agents, he will definitely arrange 20,000 robots to make sure you don't really plan to cause trouble at his wedding."
Schiller looked around and saw that the waiters were in a hurry, each with their own tasks and destinations. It seemed that no one paid attention to him and Natasha.
But he did see the camera turning around and a mecha hidden in a corner that seemed to be used for decoration.
He turned his head back calmly and said, "No matter what, this is a big event in Tony's life, a day worth remembering, and I don't want to ruin today."
"Yes, you don't want to, but your actions rarely match your thoughts."
"That's a bit offensive," Schiller commented. "Allow me to politely point out that you are the same, ma'am."
"Then we are of the same kind, so you should take me with you." Natasha was still not giving up. She said, "You will never find someone more tight-lipped than me. I promise to settle the account and leave."
"If it were any other time, I would be very happy to have such a deal, but unfortunately, I have no intention of doing anything this time." Schiller spread his hands and said innocently, "You have the wrong person, really."
Natasha stared at him in silence.
They had already reached the lobby on the first floor. Eddie came over with his camera equipment in his hands. He was not wearing his usual director's uniform, but a suit like Schiller. He nodded to Natasha, then looked at Schiller and said, "Here you go."
He handed over a piece of paper. Schiller took it and saw that it was the layout of the wedding scene. Schiller looked at Eddie with an inquiring look.
The red dots on the paper are all camera positions. Eddie came over, pointed at the paper and said, "The big red dots are the camera positions with people, and the small red dots are the camera positions without people."
Schiller continued to look at him inquiringly.
Eddie also looked at him for a few seconds, and when he saw that Schiller didn't say anything, he had to explain further: "No matter what noise you want to make, try not to block the camera position. Some shots are missing and it's hard to fill them."
Schiller still looked at him with inquiring eyes.
"Did you remember this? If you remember, return the drawing to me." Eddie said, "Even if you have to cover a part, try not to block the photographers. If they can't take a good picture, they will be fined."
"Who said I wanted to make a noise?"
Eddie looked at him with a hint of disdain, took the blueprint and left.
"You still say you don't want to cause trouble?" Natasha, who had been watching from the side for a long time, crossed her arms and said, "It must be a big incident. Even the camera can be covered. Could it be magic?"
"I didn't mean to cause trouble."
“But be prepared.”
“Not prepared.”
“But there’s a certain rush.”
“There’s no impulse either.”
"I had a moment of reverie."
Schiller couldn't help but tilt his head back and say, "You sound a bit like Shakespeare."
"I'm Soviet, you should say I look like Pushkin."
Schiller sighed and said, "How can you believe that I really didn't plan to do anything at Tony's wedding."
"That's the other you?" Natasha asked tentatively, "Which one? The one in the tower or the one in the abyss?"
"I don't want to explain anymore." Schiller shook his head, made an unreasonable expression, and walked forward quickly.
I hadn't taken a few steps when I bumped into an acquaintance. Star-Lord, dressed in a suit, was standing at the door of the hall.
"Are you back?" Schiller walked up to him and greeted him.
When Star-Lord turned around and saw Schiller, he seemed startled, then nodded and said, "Yes, Rocket sent me a message telling me that the groomsmen group was not enough, so he asked me to come back to make up the number."
Then he took another half step back and said, "Of course, I can also take on some security work."
"Someone asked you to wait for me here? Who?"
Star-Lord looked at the sky and the earth.
Schiller walked past him, patted his shoulder and said, "Let him worry less. I won't do anything in this situation."
"I think so too." Star-Lord nodded vigorously, caught up with Schiller, and said, "A person may only have one wedding in his life. Such a solemn and important occasion cannot be disrupted."
"Or you'd better shut up." Schiller walked forward and saw the guests in the square.
Obadiah was the most conspicuous one. Schiller hadn't seen him for a long time. He looked a little older than before, but he was in good spirits and his face could be described as radiant.
Howard was in the center of the crowd. Although it was his son's wedding, he was also one of the guests. He was holding a drink brought by the waiter and chatting with the people next to him.
Maria was not seen among the crowd, and Schiller guessed that she might have gone to help the brides dress up.
Harry and Mary were also helping to welcome the guests. Mary wore a very conservative dress today, which was totally unlike her style. Schiller knew that if it was just because old Osborne was coming, she would not have been so wronged. She probably didn't want to steal the bride's limelight.
Sure enough, old Osborn was standing not far from Obadiah, talking to a few people. His condition was obviously not so good. He looked very old and not in good spirits. Schiller felt that he would not live long.
After looking for a long time, Schiller finally saw an acquaintance in the crowd. He walked over, patted the other person on the shoulder and said, "Dr. Connors, long time no see. How are you doing recently?"
Connors turned around and seemed surprised to see Schiller. He said, "Oh, my God, Dr. Schiller, what are you doing here?"
"Why can't I be here?" Schiller was also confused. He was a friend of all the brides and grooms, so why couldn't he be here?
"Oh, no, I mean, I thought you were going to show up to us later."
"why?"
Connors had a "you know" expression on his face. Seeing that Schiller didn't say anything, he had to explain: "Today is a very important day. Don't you want to prepare some surprises? The kind of, uh, very amazing surprises."
Schiller showed a look of disapproval.