The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

"...I have witnessed young soldiers being killed with the weapons I intended to protect them, and I have also discovered that I am becoming part of this irresponsible world."

"I'm sober, I realize that in addition to making more killing weapons, I can contribute more to the world, so I decided to close the Stark Group weapons production department, effective immediately. Until... "

Angelo was sitting in front of the TV watching Tony Stark on the TV announcing that Stark Industries would close the arms production department with immediate effect, and there was an uproar at the press conference.

Seeing this, Angelo smiled.

Stark deserves to be Stark. He doesn't know how much the news he announced will deal a blow to the Stark Group's stock price.

Although Angelo doesn't know much about stock trading, he knows that the stock price continues to fall by the limit. After all, since the old Stark generation, the Stark Group started out with arms.

Just like the previous life, Moutai suddenly announced that it would no longer produce alcohol, and instead it would be producing cars.

Stark closed the Stark Group's weapons production department. This was something he expected and it was inevitable. For Stark, the Afghanistan trip had a huge impact on his heart.

He found that it was not only the destruction caused by arms that could bring to the world, but also endless energy sources—such as the Ark Reactor.

"Boss, Stark Group's stock price is about to dive." No. 2, who had no sense of existence, suddenly appeared from behind Angelo, startling Angelo, "Now is a good time to buy the dip."

Angelo looked at her in surprise. He himself knew from the movies of his previous life that Stark Industries would not only not go bankrupt, but also get richer and richer. With that big bald head pulled away, why did No. 2 judge this inference.

Although Angelo doesn’t know much about finance and stock trading, he still knows the basics, such as bottom-hunting—that is, to buy Stark Group’s stock now, and then sell it when the stock price rises. Make a fortune.

"Why?"

"Because Stark Group is a giant company, let's not say whether it will turn around according to Tony Stark's intellect, the US government alone will not see Stark Group go bankrupt, and will definitely end up to save the market..."

In the next five minutes, No. 2 used "brief" language to tell Angelo a bunch of financial knowledge that made him dizzy, from macroeconomics to microeconomics.

Anyway, in the end, Angelo understood what he said. Buying at this time will definitely not be a loss.

"What did you study in university?" Angelo asked No. 2, rubbing his swollen head.

"Boss, I graduated with a master's degree in economics."

"Forget it, you can do whatever you want. If you need money, ask me for it." Angelo handed over the check that Stark had previously given him to No. 2 and let her do it herself.

Angelo is not worried about losing money at all. Stark Group can lose money. This should be the funniest joke in the Marvel universe. He just didn't expect that there are such talents among the No. 1 and others!

No. 2 took the cheque from Angelo with excited hands, as if he was holding some sacred object.

"Boss, I will definitely..."

Well, here again, Angelo saw the frenzied expression on No. 2's face, and started to have a headache again, so he had to wave his hand and let No. 2 go down and play by himself.

…

After watching the TV, Angelo was playing with little Gary in the hall of the church, while Dr. Eason, with the help of No. 1, went to find a vacant house on this street to settle down.

Originally, Dr. Ethan meant to place the bedroom directly in the laboratory, but since the laboratory that Stark promised has not been completed, he had to find a place to live first.

"Damn it! Coulson, right! Don't follow us anymore!" Stark's angry voice suddenly came from the door of the church, "I said it all, I was rescued by the military! If you follow me again, I'm going to impeach you S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

Angelo got up curiously and looked out the door, only to see Stark getting off a Rolls-Royce and yelling angrily at a Ford off-road vehicle behind him.

Like that, she looks like a shrew.

Before Angelo could laugh out loud, he saw a familiar bald man getting off the off-road vehicle behind him. The bald man had a polite smile on his face, which made people feel good.

This bald man is the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Coulson who has been to Angelo twice.

"Mr. Tony Stark." Coulson said helplessly, "I really just want to talk to you about your escape from the terrorist base, I have no ill intentions, and I am here for real. Just on the way."

Having said that, Coulson looked at Angelo who was standing at the door of the church, and added, "I'm here to find Mr. Angelo."

Stark saw Angelo standing at the exit door, and he didn't bother to talk to Coulson any more. He didn't want to talk to Coulson, but also wanted to cover up his strange ability for Angelo. If the ability is noticed by these government departments, it will definitely bring trouble to Angelo, but now that Coulson has found the door, it is meaningless for Stark to cover up or not.

It's just that, with Stark around, even if the government wants to trouble Angelo, think more about whether it will arouse his revenge.

From this point of view, Stark is indeed a qualified friend.

"Hey! Angelo, man!" Stark asked Happy to find a place to park, and walked towards Angelo, "I'm here, I think you need to buy me two drinks. Your poor quality beer!"

Angelo was touched by Stark's habitual bad breath when he just rose.

"Oh? Mr. Stark, the generous and rich man, may be worth a lot of money tomorrow. Can he still pay five hundred dollars for a glass of inferior drinks?" Angelo retorted, deliberately adding more to the five hundred dollars the sound of. "Maybe, I can keep an account of Mr. Stark?"

After all, that was the first time that Stark suffered a loss with Angelo, and he has yet to find his way back.

Stark was choked for a moment, and walked into the church angrily, but when he passed by Angelo, he muttered in a low voice, "Five hundred dollars! It's like sending a poor ghost!"

Without waiting for Angelo to say anything, Stark trotted towards Little Gary in the hall, "Little Gary, here comes the godfather~"

Seeing this, Angelo could only laugh and did not continue to mock him.

As for Coulson, who was on the side, seeing Angelo and Stark arguing with each other like no one else, he didn't care about him at all, even as if he didn't see him, he turned around and went back to the church.

He even planned to close the door of the church.

Coulson didn't care about being embarrassed or embarrassed. He took two steps and got in before Angelo closed the door. He smiled and said to Angelo, "Mr. Angelo, we have met, I am here. I came here to chat with you about…”

Angelo looked at him in anguish, wondering whether to let the Iron Stone Demon directly fork him out, or break his leg and then fork him out.

"Didn't I say it? I don't want to see you in my church again. Besides, doesn't your Director Fury know the specifics? You came to ask me without asking your Director?"