"Parker Street? That's a great place!"
Jessica Jones' eyes brightened slightly.
The NYPD headquarters is just down the street.
Opposite is New York City Hall.
Arguably the safest place in Manhattan.
In contrast, Hell's Kitchen in Manhattan is a heaven and a hell.
"I moved out of Hell's Kitchen, but without the protection of Ms. Jones, I can only find a safe apartment to live in. I entrusted an intermediary and got a reply yesterday. I finally found a high-end apartment."
Ethan Long suddenly thought of something:
"By the way, my neighbor seems to be a policeman."
"Looks like you've found another good neighbor."
Jessica Jones laughed.
"I'm lucky."
Ethan Long replied with a smile.
"Good night, Ethan."
"Good night, Jessica."
On Monday, in the classroom, Ethan Long didn't focus on the teacher's lessons.
He kept an eye on the stock of Stark Industries.
There is no price limit for stocks in the U.S.
After Tony Stark's return, Monday's opening immediately ushered in a sharp drop.
A large number of institutions and investors dumped the stock of Stark Industries, which plummeted by 40% in just one hour.
Ethan Long knew that this was not the last decline of Stark Industries.
Obadiah Stane would definitely take action to suppress the stock price and even influence the stock price through news, and then buy a large number of shares of Stark Industries to drive Tony Stark out of the game.
Because he already knew that Tony Stark solved the problem of cold fusion.
What is the value of this technology?
That is a huge market of tens of trillions, or even trillions of USD.
Nuclear fusion technology is hailed as a technology that breaks the energy constraints of human beings.
And cold fusion is a scientific idea.
Ethan Long understood that this technology was a scientific hoax in his previous life.
But this is the comic world.
Magic, supernatural powers, gods, etc. have all come out, and it is very logical to turn scientific ideas into reality.
"In the next ten or twenty years, the shares of Stark Industries will only become more and more valuable."
"The profit from weapons is not worth mentioning in front of energy and artificial intelligence."
Ethan Long put the phone away.
The stock he borrowed from the brokerage is sold at 12 USD, while Ethan Long's optimistic target price is below 6 USD.
The afternoon sun shines through the leaves and into the school cafeteria.
Ethan Long sat quietly at the dining table, eating the unappetizing food in the canteen.
All around him, there were groups of three or four, enjoying delicious food, and discussing the recent major events in New York.
Suddenly, tall shadows blocked the sun.
Ethan Long stopped eating.
Looked up.
He never causes trouble.
But in school, not causing trouble doesn't mean trouble won't find you.
Especially those who are low-key and weak, often suffer from school bullying.
And Ethan Long is not popular in this aristocratic school for rich kids.
What's more, he is Chinese American, and he is good at studying.
"Hi, Fletcher."
Ethan Long raised his head and greeted him.
Unruly, with an arrogant face, Fletcher's mouth twitched slightly:
"Ethan, did you hear that Mike Zhao died?"
Ethan Long was slightly taken aback.
The older student he recognized on campus had already graduated.
It never occurred to him that he was dead.
When he first met Mike Zhao, it was to avoid being bullied, and the price he paid was not only 100 USD per month, but also help with homework and papers.
His father was a Chinatown triad.
"Yeah."
There was a trace of sadness in Ethan Long's eyes.
Yes, it's a pity that Mike Zhao was very loyal.
When he was around, Fletcher's group of campus bullies would never make trouble for him.
Ethan Long lowered his head, picked up the spoon, and continued to eat.
Bang~~
Fletcher knocked the plate down.
"You yellow monkey, who told you to eat at the dinner table, lie down on the ground and eat the food. Don't waste it." Fletcher laughed loudly, looking very proud, "It's not good to waste food, especially mashed potatoes with pork knuckle for free."
Ethan Long sat quietly, unmoved.
A big hand grabbed Ethan Long's neck and pressed it down to the ground.
"You bloody monkey, lick the leftovers off the ground."
Fletcher growled.
The rest of the accomplices folded their hands on their chests, watching the excitement and laughing.
Ethan Long recalled the Spider-Man movie in his mind, and he thought of the little chubby being bullied.
Now it has become his own famous scene.
He sighed in his heart.
Click~~
The slight sound of the camera made Ethan Long look up.
Peter Parker?
"Fletcher, let him go, you shouldn't bully your classmates."
exclaimed Peter Parker.
You are really a good person! But man, why are you taking pictures?
"Peter, take a good look at me, or I'll beat you up."
Fletcher threatened.
Ethan Long stiffened his head, his body was not pressed down.
But his eyes were deep, looking at the onlookers.
Ethan Long thought that someone would stand up for him.
But he never thought that the students around him would come to watch and laugh at the jokes.
He sneered in his heart, yes, at least he could see clearly the faces of many people.
"Fletcher, that's enough, let him go."
Gwen Stacy pushed the crowd aside and came over.
"I'm not going to say yes to your prom invitation. You are acting like a school bully now, and it makes me sick."
Beautiful face, soft blond hair, generous words to help.
"Hmph, Gwen, if you don't promise me, just wait and see."
Fletcher pushed Ethan Long hard.
Withdrew with his friends.
The Commissioner of New York is called George Stacy.
"Are you OK?"
Gwen Stacy asked.
"I'm going to be hungry in class in the afternoon. It's a pity that the food is wasted like this."
Ethan Long said calmly.
"Hey, don't take it to heart. But, classmate, you should resist."
Gwen Stacy winked at him.
"Gwen, thank you very much."
Ethan Long managed a slight smile.
"You're welcome, Ethan. If you want to thank me, just get second in the next exam."
Gwen Stacy laughed.
"Okay, Miss Gwen, second in class."
"Huh?!" Gwen Stacy widened her big eyes in surprise.
Ethan Long put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly to the bathroom.
He knew that Fletcher had a group of people smoking in the bathroom.
Ethan Long stood blocking the door.
"Ahem~~"
He coughed gently.
Immediately attracted the attention of Fletcher and his friends.
"I'll give you both hands."
Ethan Long tilted his head, showing a wicked smile.
"Damn yellow monkey~~~"
Ethan Long's pace changed.
Mizong Quan kicked them to the ground one by one.
Fletcher, moaning in pain, looked at Ethan Long with fear in his eyes.
"Fletcher, what did you call me just now?"
Ethan Long pulled out a hand.
He grabbed Fletcher's hair and pulled him up.
"Awwhhhh~~" Fletcher yelled.
"What did you tell me to eat just now?"
Ethan Long didn't care whether Fletcher listened or not, his tone became colder.
He held Fletcher against the toilet and pressed him hard!
Gululu.