Just before nightfall, Luke returns to New York.

He is still living in the Waldorf Astoria Tower Suite and has not changed places.

"Next is the asset layout."

For the business investment plan, Luke has already sketched a rough prototype in his mind, and is ready to talk to Howard about cooperation after a while, and I believe that the other party will definitely be interested.

That Iron Man's dad can be said to be proud of the spring breeze recently.

As a participant in the Manhattan Project, he entered the White House with Oppenheimer and was honored by the president.

Stark Industries, whose name has a stock price, has risen all the way.

Of course, this is not Howard's work alone.

The current U.S. stock market is different from the era when Buffett called himself too little knowledge.

After the Great Depression and wartime downturn, U.S. stocks are like a long-pent-up fountain, unleashed to their fullest, and are about to usher in a long-term sustained bull market.

When the post-war instability subsided, the Wall Street stockbrokers closed their eyes and could pick five out of ten stocks to rise.

If all he wanted to do was make money, Luke would have taken it easy and had a vision ahead of his time to become the most successful businessman of the twentieth century — and the script would be a rebirth of Wall Street, not the Marvel Universe.

Wealth and status are the icing on the cake for him, not the main goal.

After all, the five great gods of the universe, the high-level beings of the Life Court, don't care about your worth and official title.

"Just leave this kind of thing to the waiter at the hotel."

Luke, who returned to the hotel, quietly walked behind Marlena.

After looking at the graceful girl wearing an apron for a while, she couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth.

"I like to do it myself......"

Marlena, who didn't know beforehand, was startled, and when she turned around and saw the familiar face, she smiled softly.

Like a wife waiting for her husband to return home, she carefully helps Luke take off her military jacket.

These days, they are busy with official business, waiting for decorations, and the preparation of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the two have not seen each other for a while.

"I just made mushroom soup, and I asked the room service to bring some more staples."

Marlena wore a beige floral dress, a pair of flat heels on her feet, and her long seaweed-like black hair was pulled up high, revealing a homely atmosphere.

"Xhosa said you stay in the hotel all day and never want to go out, which is not good."

Luke put his arm around Marlena's plump waist, a beautiful woman who came to New York from Sicily and had a very different personality from Carter.

The female agent was independent and self-reliant, always wanting to prove her abilities.

And Malena is a typical little woman, a homely model.

I only want to have a solid support, which can give myself enough security, and I never ask for anything else.

Luke sometimes enjoys the feeling of being dependent, so he often spends the night at Marlena's.

"I read books, listen to the radio, and occasionally go for a walk in the garden below."

Marlena retorted, a hint of charm on the corners of her eyebrows.

Luke glanced at the magazines on his desk, most of them were about cooking and flower arrangement.

"Another day, it's not good to ask Xhosa to introduce a reliable real estate agent, who always stays in a hotel."

Luke has his plans for a property on the agenda, and he travels back and forth between Washington, D.C., and New York, and doesn't have too many requirements for accommodation.

But Marlena is different, and it is inevitable that she will feel depressed after a long stay at Waldorf Astoria.

And as a traverser of the Great Foodie Celestial Empire, buying a house should be the top priority engraved in the depths of the soul.

"Mr. Alessandro is usually very busy, so there is no need to bother him with this little thing."

Marlena came over with a fragrant mushroom soup, and she could see that she was very good at her work.

The mellow and rich cream, sliced mushrooms, scattered corn kernels, and diced bacon are indeed appetizing.

"Trust me, he'll be glad to do it."

Luke remembered the mafia leader, and the first thing he did after meeting him was to give himself a woman.

It can be seen that in terms of currying favor with the powerful, the other party can be regarded as an experienced veteran.

It takes a little effort to win the favor of a major general, which is a good thing that many people can't ask for.

"I'm going to put a mark on you later."

Luke has recently mastered a new skill using the template of Magic Superman, which is capable of imprinting a specific person.

It's like on the set next door, if you want to find a shortcut to Superman, it's to leave Louise Lane downstairs.

Even if he stayed in Washington, D.C., if something happened to Marlena, he would be the first to come over.

However, it is unlikely that the above situation will happen, and if Hydra or the Hellfire Club dare to come to New York to make trouble, I am afraid that they will be completely annihilated.

Luke would love to let them experience what the Iron Fist of Justice is!

"Let's eat first, it's getting cold."

Marlena stroked her hair, looking expectantly waiting for the evaluation.

It didn't take long for room service to push the food cart and deliver all kinds of entrées to you.

There is foie gras and leg of lamb, as well as an oyster with a vegetable salad.

Luke began to feast on a sumptuous meal.

Stellar energy can support daily consumption, but it can't satisfy his appetite.

"Mr. Alessandro said he wanted to see you."

By the time Luke had finished his lunch, Marlena said casually as she cleaned up the table.

The mafia leader who had come to the North American continent from Sicily and crossed the ocean with a group of family members was said to have established himself in New York.

Luke had Uncle Frank introduce Alexandro to the Irish gangsters, and with a major general behind him as an umbrella, the NYPD turned a blind eye to the Italians.

Alessandro was also very clever and had no intention of robbing his compatriots and the Irish, and did not touch the lucrative business of smuggling and contraband.

Instead, they have found a new way and started gray industries, such as spinach and money laundering.

Several underground casinos have been opened in one go, and business has been booming in recent times, gradually gaining a reputation in Lower Manhattan.

"What's the matter?"

Luke lay on the couch, squinting slightly.

He didn't want to have too much contact with Alexandro's gang unless he had to.

Since the end of the war, Luke's status has increased, and Luke has to deal with heavy things every day.

S.H.I.E.L.D., which is still in preparation, has Carter to help manage it.

The mutants' side can be handed over to Bolívar and wait for the results.

The main work still comes from the White House and the Pentagon, the Capitol Hill politicians who are vying to woo them, the military dignitaries who come to woo and make friends, and some big entrepreneurs who want to invest in themselves.

Socializing and banquets occupy most of the time.

Sometimes it's not necessarily a good thing to be in the limelight!

Luke sighed.

"Mr. Alessandro wants to use the family name in Sicily and name the mafia the Corleone family...... This is, of course, subject to your consent. ”

Marlena walked over and reached out to rub Luke's temples, with just the right amount of force, gently soothing.

She squatted on the edge of the sofa, her plump and delicate body taut into a wonderful curve.

"You don't have to go through my permission for such a trivial matter."

After enjoying the massage for a while, Luke turned his head to look at Marlena and said with fiery eyes, "I just want to taste the dessert after the meal now." ”

Long nights, no sleep, and active exercise are the best ways to live a healthy life.