Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Fisk agreed. "That's right. You should work overtime during this period and pay close attention to market trends and the company's operations. If there are any abnormalities, report them to me in a timely manner!"

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"Are you sure?" A woman frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt and worry in her eyes, and a hint of uneasiness in her voice.

"Of course, I'm sure!" The other woman raised her chin, her eyes full of confidence and determination, and her tone decisive and powerful. Her certainty seemed to have a magical power that could instantly put people at ease.

In a closed container in New York Harbor, two women were wearing relatively simple clothes, which were not gorgeous but clean and tidy.

However, the stuffy container made them sweat profusely, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down their foreheads, leaving streaks on their cheeks.

An industrial electric fan not far away continued to whistle out hot air.

The hot air blew in vain towards the computer host not far away, trying to cool it down.

But the air in the container was getting hotter and hotter, making it almost hard to breathe.

The woman sitting on the sofa waved her hand violently, and a cold wind blew past instantly, and the temperature immediately dropped a lot. The cold wind seemed to blow from the polar regions, with a biting chill that lifted people's spirits.

The woman sitting in front of the computer screen shuddered and subconsciously hugged her arms.

Then she tore up the potato chips in front of her.

The chips filled with dip made a crisp sound in her mouth.

She looked at the computer screens in front of her, all of which were filled with colorful stock codes.

Those codes are like mysterious symbols, constantly jumping, as if telling a thrilling financial war. Every change in the numbers may mean a huge gain or loss of wealth, which makes people's hearts tighten.

"Although my Word Spirit ~ Tianyan, has been reduced by 25%! But the remaining 75% is more than enough for me to deal with these garbage attacks."

She was eating potato chips, and the crisp chewing sound was particularly clear in the silent container.

Every sound of crunching potato chips seemed to declare her confidence and composure to this dull space.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a disdainful snort: "If I want, I can make everything he did public.

It made him lose his reputation in the financial world and become an object of public scorn.

Once his shameful methods and sinister and cunning plots are exposed, he will be doomed to eternal damnation."

The woman sitting next to him frowned slightly, but her expression was still very cold.

Her eyes were like the water in a cold pond, deep and cold, making it difficult to guess her true thoughts: "Don't be impulsive, this time we just need to rescue Mai.

Our purpose is very clear, so don't add unnecessary details.

Now that the boss has disappeared, we can go our separate ways after this is over.

There is no need for us to cause more trouble. Let's complete this task and then live the life we ​​want.

Don't be bound by the past, we should look forward and find our own future." Her voice was steady and firm, with an unquestionable power.

The potato chip girl turned her head and looked at her companion with some surprise.

In her impression, this companion had always been cold and heartless, like a machine without any emotion. She had never thought that she could hear some humanity in his tone.

Her eyes were full of surprise and confusion, as if she saw a complete stranger.

She had always thought that the other party had no emotions, would only carry out tasks mechanically, and would not be moved by anyone or anything. But now, she felt a hint of warmth and melancholy in the other party's words, which surprised her.

The latter, as if sensing something, flashed a helpless smile on her face. It was the first time she smiled in front of an outsider: "As my abilities slowly weaken, I can feel that the emotions I lost are gradually filling my heart again. Why, are you not used to it?"

"No, I just think this is a good idea... It's strange, why hasn't the other party allocated funds to rescue the market yet? Has it given up?"

Chapter 226 If you lose, you have to fight back in defeat!

"The other side is not ready to lose, but is preparing to launch a policy of non-resistance."

The woman sitting on the sofa released another gust of cold wind, which quickly spread in the container like an icy air current, appropriately lowering the temperature inside the container.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction: "They know that we want to put forward conditions, so they are too lazy to compete with us, and just wait for us to put forward conditions..."

"So, shall we continue the attack now?"

The potato chip girl finished a whole bag of potato chips with a crunching sound, and the crisp chewing sound was particularly loud in the silent container.

Then she picked up the second bag of potato chips, and her eyes never left the computer screen. Her eyes were fixed on the colorful stock codes on the screen, her eyes full of concentration and determination.

At the same time, her fingers kept pressing back and forth on her forehead, as if trying to relieve the pressure on her brain. It can be seen that in order to keep up with the jumping data on so many screens, her brain is also in a state of overload.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, and a trace of pain appeared on her face, but even in this situation, she continued to eat potato chips. Eating potato chips seemed to have become a way for her to relieve brain pressure. Every bite of potato chips she chewed could make her temporarily forget some fatigue and pressure.

"Right... Since we are the only ones sitting at the table now, we must get enough chips... and continue to attack!"

"Got it... Hey, they definitely won't think we're actually in New York."

"Don't be careless. This is his territory. Even if it's dark, it may not be safe... Besides, those people are not real allies." The woman stood up, pushed open the door of the container, and looked up at the sky.

Although they didn't see anything, they could clearly feel that someone was watching them.

The woman sitting in front of the computer is called Su Enxi, and her name is Ling!

They are all Lu Mingze's subordinates.

But now with Lu Mingze’s disappearance.

They also lost their backbone.

The purpose of their coming to New York this time was to rescue their captured companion, the woman in black who was knocked down by a punch - Jude Mai.

But what Su Enxi didn’t know was.

Ling actually received the last order from Lu Mingze.

That is revenge.

She deceived Su Enxi.

Cheated his teammates.

However, this can only be attributed to her own stupidity.

However, this time, revenge was not just the action of the two of them, but also had help from others.

Otherwise, just entering New York without being noticed is not something that ordinary people can do.

Zero suddenly turned his head.

His eyes swept across the container in the distance.

The man holding the bow and arrow chewed his bubble gum and wrapped the red paint cloth around himself. He looked like he had blended in with the surrounding containers. A smile appeared on his face. "You are really cautious."

Hawkeye - Agent Barton!

That’s right, one of the masterminds behind this time is SHIELD again.

However, it's not just S.H.I.E.L.D.

And, this time Nick Fury learned his lesson.

He only sent Patton.

Because he could only be sure of Patton's loyalty.

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Just as everyone expected.

Stark Industries' stock -- collapsed.

The stock price chart that was once at its peak is now falling straight down like a cliff.

Even though Stark Industries had even announced that Tony Stark was mentally ill and had spread the word that Tony Stark would be kicked out of the board of directors, this still couldn't save Stark Industries' rapidly falling stock price. It was like an unstoppable avalanche, sweeping over with unstoppable force.

Countless shady hands began to short Stark's stock. Those speculators hiding in the dark swarmed in like sharks smelling blood.

They waved the funds in their hands like wielding sharp weapons, mercilessly stabbing at the vital points of Stark Industries. In just half a day, it dropped by more than 15%. This is a terrible number.

You know, for Stark Industries, a huge group with a size of over one trillion, 25% is a terrible number.

That meant hundreds of billions of dollars of wealth evaporated in an instant, and the interests of countless people were severely impacted. The entire financial market was shaken by the plummeting share price of Stark Industries.

All the financial speculators on Wall Street are like hungry wolves with green eyes, scrambling to get a piece of the pie.

In this financial storm, they frantically looked for opportunities, trying to gain huge profits from Stark Industries' predicament. Their eyes were full of greed and desire, as if they could satisfy their endless ambitions as long as they could take a bite of the fat meat of Stark Industries.

However, no one noticed that in this financial wave, the stock prices of more than a dozen listed companies, which had been falling, were rising slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye. It seemed that they were lucky and were saved by this wave, but in fact it was not the case. Experienced financial experts could see at a glance that this was a hunting lasso.

With Wall Street frantically shorting, the stock prices of these companies are actually rising, which is too abnormal. The slowly rising curve forms a sharp contrast with the surrounding red wave of decline, just like a bright light in the dark, which is particularly eye-catching. They will soon stand out in the red, like a target, attracting countless greedy eyes. Those eyes are full of desire and calculation, as if a group of hungry wolves are staring at the prey that is about to be caught.

However, if they are not properly controlled, these listed companies, which are already struggling to maintain their operations, will immediately die. The stock price will fall to the bottom at the moment of reaching the peak, triggering an even more tragic disaster. Just like a balloon that has been blown to the extreme, it may burst at any time, bringing a devastating impact. These companies are like walking on the edge of a cliff, and they will be shattered to pieces if they are not careful. Every step is full of danger, and every decision may determine their life and death. Their fate seems to be controlled by an invisible big hand, floating in this financial storm. Those behind-the-scenes manipulators carefully set up this trap, waiting for the prey to step into it step by step. They are like cunning hunters, patiently waiting for the best time, ready to give a fatal blow.

The management and shareholders of these companies may still be immersed in the joy of rising stock prices, but they are unaware that danger is approaching quietly. They look at the rising figures with hope and longing in their hearts, but they are unaware of the huge crisis hidden behind them. They are like blind people groping in the dark, unaware of the impending crisis. When they realize it, it may be too late and they cannot escape this carefully planned financial trap.

However, what does this have to do with these financial crocodiles? In their eyes, there are only interests and prey. As long as there is prey, no matter who it is, even a top tycoon like Tony Stark will become a delicacy in their mouths? They swim freely in the ocean of finance, looking for every opportunity to gain benefits. Thanksgiving is really a good holiday! On this day full of gratitude, they only think about how to gain more wealth in the financial market.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Stacy's tone was a little strange. She frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt in her eyes. "Who did you offend again?" She didn't know how to trade stocks, and she only had a vague understanding of the changes in the financial market. However, she and Monica were close friends who had been through thick and thin together. They often had dinner, chatted, and drank coffee together. Monica wouldn't tell others, but she had no intention of hiding anything from Mrs. Stacy. Look, the Thanksgiving dinner hasn't even started yet. She came here with some concerns. She was the only one who could see Fisk's real account book. Naturally, she understood how much pressure Fisk was under.

Fisk shrugged his shoulders and put on a relaxed smile, trying to ease Mrs. Stacy's worries. "It's okay, they are just some clowns, don't worry." His tone was firm and confident, as if everything was under his control.

"Then why are you still frowning?" Mrs. Stacy looked at Fisk, her eyes full of concern. She didn't believe Fisk's words, she knew Fisk must have encountered some trouble.

"I just didn't get enough rest, don't you think, baby?" Fisk raised his eyebrows, and the smile on the corner of his mouth made Mrs. Stacy annoyed and rolled her eyes.

"Damn you, bastard! I'm still worried about you." Mrs. Stacy reached out and pushed Fisk's head. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she said, "By the way, accompany me to an art exhibition in a few days."

"What's wrong?" Fisk looked at Mrs. Stacy, his eyes full of curiosity.

"I've seen a painting I've fallen for and I'm planning on hanging it in my office. But I'm not sure yet. Can you accompany me to take a look around and pay the bill, Mr. Billionaire?" There was a hint of expectation in Mrs. Stacy's eyes. She knew that Fisk would definitely agree to her request.

"Hahaha, OK!" Fisk laughed heartily, and he agreed to Mrs. Stacy's request without hesitation. In his opinion, this was just a small matter, and he was willing to do anything as long as it could make Mrs. Stacy happy.

the phone is ringing!

Fisk hasn't picked it up yet.

Mrs. Stacy had already reached out and answered the phone.

That's Angela's voice.

"Baby, why haven't you come to have afternoon tea with me recently?"

Angela's voice was a little serious at first, but when she heard Mrs. Stacy, her voice immediately softened: "I've been so busy lately, I have to work overtime every day. It's still your man's fault. He's the one who exploits me every day."

Mrs. Stacy held the phone in her hand and sat sideways on the table gracefully, her posture showing laziness and nobility. She wore flesh-colored stockings on her legs, which were delicate and smooth, and had a soft luster under the light. The stockings tightly wrapped her slender legs, perfectly outlining the graceful lines of her legs. She gently crossed her legs and swayed her toes slightly, and her unintentional movements exuded a charming charm.