American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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A subsequent comic based on this concept included a storyline about Clark wearing a wig.

Because the writers had to consider how Superman would usually cut his hair if he grew it, they simply suppressed the readers' curiosity and made Superman a bald creature.

Among the various settings, only in the 1986 film "Man of Steel" was the story of Superman shaving his head accomplished using Xu Fugang's thermal vision reflex method, and this setting became a widely popular method of Superman shaving his head in later stories.

"...Maybe I should consider adding a setting to the comic book."

He reached out and rubbed his chin, which felt smooth under the intense gaze. Xu Fu pondered for a moment.

Personally, he still prefers to shave his beard and not grow his hair.

In particular, in Xu Fu's view, non-hair characters in film and television works often tend to be a group of individuals with unique imaginations.

He had no intention of getting close to that side of the character, so it would be best for Hot Vision to shave off his beard. It was a bit of a hassle, but it was also a pretty classic comic book design that I believe readers would like.

...

"Mr. Lang-Worst?"

Early in the morning, Xu Fu saw Lang-Worst at the entrance of The Messenger.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with the factory?"

Looking at the figure standing in front of the newspaper's editorial department, and following in his footsteps, Xu Fu asked curiously.

At this point, Lang-Worst had to deal with problems at the Brooklyn machine shop.

Good morning, Mr. Xu Fu.

Upon hearing Xu Fu's question, Lange hurriedly turned to greet him, then told him with a wry smile, "It's not that I don't want to stay in the factory, but a group of people have been blocking the factory gate since early this morning, preventing our workers from entering, so I had no choice but to come to you."

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If anyone would most like to see Xu Fu working in his machine factory, it would undoubtedly be Lang-Worst.

After all, the sales commission he negotiated with Xu Fu would only take effect if the factory was in operation.

But things don't seem to be going as smoothly as I thought.

"Block the factory entrance?"

Upon hearing Lang-Worst's reply, Xu Fu subconsciously frowned.

"Could you tell me more about the Lange Sausage Factory?"

"Of course, Mr. Xu Fu."

According to Langer's description, Xu Fu usually handles problems in his own factory, and it seems that someone is unwilling to let him keep an open machine shop in Brooklyn.

But who exactly is it?

Xu Fu pondered this question in his heart; as the Messenger Daily developed, the newspaper more or less touched upon the careers of certain people.

This includes fellow journalists, and perhaps some news reporting projects.

"Sir, I saw these people gathered at the factory gate. They don't look like workers; their clothes and appearance are more like thugs, and their behavior is quite rude. Some workers were almost injured by this group of 150 when they tried to argue with them, so..."

Seeing Xu Fu clearly deep in thought, Lang-Worst hesitated before offering a reminder.

"A gang?"

Upon hearing Lange's reminder, Xu Fu offered a tentative idea instead.

"Don't worry too much, Mr. Lang-Worst, I'll handle everything."

"But before that, I need to handle some newspaper matters."

After saying a word of encouragement to Lang-Worst who was standing in front of him, Xu Fu turned to the Herald newspaper lying in the center nearby.

After handing the prepared series of reports to Jacob and giving a few instructions to old John in the newspaper, Xu Fu walked out of the Messenger and nodded slightly to Lange, who was standing at the door.

"The boss is here!"

"This is the factory director..."

It didn't take long to get from the Messenger to the engineering plant in Brooklyn, and the standoff continued when the two men arrived at the plant.

Seeing Xu Fu arrive with Lang-Worst, many of the workers who had been worried couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

They worry that they will lose the jobs they have worked so hard to earn.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it."

In front of the messenger factory, Xu Fu explained a few words to the workers with a wary expression on his face, then turned his attention to the people around the factory.

Xu Fu's suspicions were also confirmed by the suits and baseball caps worn by these people.

His gaze swept across the crowd in front of the factory, and Xu Fu quickly fixed his eyes on a familiar figure ahead.

On the other side, a small commotion arose in the crowd upon noticing the appearance of Lang-Worst and Xu Fu. The leader quickly stepped out from the crowd and walked up to Xu Fu.

"Hello again, Mr. Xu Fu."

His gaze lingered on the person standing in front of him for a moment, and he spoke calmly.

"So, what are you doing this time?"

When answering Xu Fu's question, the person in front of him said softly, "Invitation."

"The boss wants to meet with you."

Upon hearing the host's invitation, Xu Fu glanced at the crowd at the factory gate, expressing his dissatisfaction and frowning: "If it's just a greeting gift, why hold it in the factory?"

"I'm very sorry."

When answering Xu Fu's question, the host offered a hypocritical apology.

"The boss has been waiting at the factory for a while."

As soon as the host finished speaking, several figures wearing baseball caps appeared behind Xu Fu, vaguely indicating the trend of encirclement and suppression.

"Please ask Mr. Xu Fu to come as soon as possible."

In the distance, noticing what was happening on Xu Fu's side, some workers became agitated again.

"You don't need to be reminded of this."

Xu Fu ignored the unsuspecting people around him, casually patted the leader on the shoulder, then turned and walked past the people in front of him toward the factory.

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As Xu Fu walked away, the people around him turned around and looked at the person in charge standing there, their expressions somewhat puzzled.

They didn't expect this person to let Xu Fu leave without doing anything; he's not usually such an easy person to talk to.

"Keep an eye on these workers and don't let them cause trouble."

The group received a few words of explanation and waited for the others to leave.

Then, the man gritted his teeth, touched his shoulder, felt a sharp pain in his arm, and his entire back was soaked with sweat.

"How on earth did he do it?"

Clenching his teeth and enduring the excruciating pain emanating from his hand, the human leader was tormented by doubt.

He couldn't believe that Xu Fu's seemingly insignificant punch to the shoulder had caused such severe damage to his arm.

At the factory gate, Xu Fu unlocked the chains.

Looking at the clearly visible cutting marks on the iron chain, it's immediately clear how these people got into the factory.

Under the provocative gaze of a pair of men in baseball caps at the entrance, Xu Fu appeared in the middle of the factory, his expression very unnatural.

As soon as he entered, he saw Charlie Luciano standing with his back to him.

"Mr. Xu Fu..."

Hearing footsteps behind him, Charlie Luciano flicked his cigar and said in a neither loud nor soft tone, "I'm sorry to bother you in this way."

The words of apology escaped his lips, but judging from Luciano's behavior, Xu Fu showed no pity for him whatsoever.

Taking a puff of his cigar, Luciano looked around the factory and said, "I don't know what Mr. Xu Fu thinks about the factory's production. There aren't many people like you who dare to take the risk of production at this time."

The machine factory founded by the newspaper owner surprised even Charlie Luciano himself.

Frankly, he wasn't very optimistic about Xu Fu's factory prospects; during the Great Depression, manufacturing wasn't the best way to start a business. Charlie Luciano owned several bankrupt factories, most of which were manufacturing companies that had gone bankrupt due to the Great Depression, and he had turned them into underground casinos and bootlegging factories.

It was his monopoly on bootlegging that made Charlie Luciano the head of the New York Mafia.

After all, you need money to expand your gang, and at this time, what business could be more profitable than smuggling?

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Through his bootlegging business, Luciano was able to expand the Mafia's influence throughout New York City.

However, it is clear that Luciano's ambitions go beyond that.

At the recently concluded first World Mafia Congress, Luciano convened 24 families and persuaded them to form an elected national committee to develop a strategy for the next general operation and to establish new precepts: first, no drug trafficking; second, a strict ban on killing law enforcement officials unless the committee votes unanimously.

The passage of these two laws was not due to the Luciano Mafia family being particularly virtuous, but rather because drug trafficking and police killings would incite public outrage, forcing parliament to increase funding for the police. Investigating crime is expensive, and without additional funding, the police would have to watch as one Mafia member after another is acquitted.

The establishment of this committee marked the beginning of the organization of the Mafia.

Luciano, as the organizer of the conference, also caused quite a stir.