As soon as Lily closed the glass door of the office, Elena pushed the door open and walked in. The smell of Chanel No. 5 perfume floated in before her voice: "What did Lily do just now? Is it about that jerk again?"
Sophia rubbed her temples without looking up: "Mom, nothing."
"Nothing?" Elena raised her voice, and her Christian Louboutin high heels tapped a rapid rhythm on the marble floor. "I heard it outside! What foreign exchange? What is that jerk doing again?"
Sophia sighed and leaned back in the Herman Miller office chair: "He seems to be doing a lot of Snow Dollar." She said tiredly, "Mom, we are divorced, can you stop targeting him all the time?"
"Targeting him?" Elena crossed her arms across her chest as if she had heard a talk show joke. Her Cartier bracelets made a crisp sound. "Now the whole world knows that the Snow Country is going to war, and the Snow Currency will soon become worthless! He is still long? He must have made some money from the last stock market, and his brain was fooled by the champagne on Wall Street! He deserves to go bankrupt!"
She cursed harshly, and suddenly switched back to serious mode: "Don't worry about that jinx! Alexander Wang will also go to the Met Gala after-party on Sunday, and you must wear that Valentino couture to attend! Mark and I have already informed the Wang family, and no more mistakes are allowed!"
"Mom..." Sofia wanted to refute.
"You have to go!" Elena interrupted her, her tone like a Wall Street trader giving orders, "This is related to our social status in the Upper East Side, and also to your future! That's it!"
After that, she turned around as if she had walked on the catwalk of Fashion Week, and the slit of her purple Oscar de la Renta cheongsam revealed her exquisite garters. Sofia was the only one left in the office. She stared at the skyscrapers of Manhattan outside the window, picked up her phone and put it down again - the blacklisted number looked very much like the candlestick chart of the upcoming plunge of Snow Coin.
Lily returned to her workstation, and Michael's words echoed in her mind: "I'm long Snow Coin. If you have spare money, you can buy it and make some pocket money." She turned on the computer and searched "How to open a foreign exchange account", and the screen reflected her newly bought Kate Spade notebook - with a sticky note "Trust Michael" on it. As a girl who grew up in Queens, she had seen too many stories of getting rich by luck, but Michael's determined eyes reminded her of the way her father gambled everything to buy a Brooklyn apartment.
In Fantasy Land in New York, Michael took Lillian through the amusement facilities. "Brother! This roller coaster is more exciting than the stock market on Wall Street!" Lillian grabbed his arm, her Gucci hairband flying in the wind. Michael smiled as he accompanied her on the tenth "Space Shuttle", remembering that after taking the physical pills, he played the bungee jumping machine ten times without changing his expression.
When they walked out of the park, screams came from the direction of Central Park. A robber wearing a helmet whizzed past on a Harley Davidson, followed by a woman in Lululemon sportswear, her diamond necklace streaking a broken line of light in the sun.
At the critical moment, Michael reacted instinctively - he rushed out like an NBA player stealing, his right leg whipped out like a whip, and kicked the robber's lower back accurately. With a "bang", the robber flew out like an intercepted football, and the Harley crashed under the Starbucks parasol on the roadside.
"My Tiffany necklace!" The woman picked up the blue box on the ground and turned to look at Michael. Her eyes turned from gratitude to surprise under her sweaty hair. She recognized this face - she had seen it in the photos of Sofia's divorce party, the ex-husband who was called a "giant rice man".
"Excuse me...are you...Michael Lin?" She asked tentatively, and the Polar sports watch on her wrist showed a heart rate of 120.
Michael patted the dust off the legs of his casual clothes and looked at the expensive Patek Philippe on her wrist - it was a style he had seen in the Sotheby's auction catalog. The sirens sounded around, and Lillian excitedly took out her mobile phone to live broadcast, but she didn't notice the system watch exposed on Michael's sleeve. The countdown of the snow coin on the screen was only 23 hours.