Marvel Supernova

In the corridor outside the ward, Ella solemnly told Mr. and Mrs. Blair that even if Neo's disease was completely cured, they must keep it secret. This involves intellectual property issues. After all, it is a new drug that has not been launched on the market.

It was all nonsense anyway, and Ella didn’t want to attract the attention of the outside world yet, so the Blairs quickly nodded in agreement.

After driving out of Queens Central Hospital, she found a cafe next to the Hudson River. She sat under the arbor outside and looked at the clear blue sky and white clouds, with several seagulls chirping and flying over her head.

While she was drinking coffee comfortably, she was searching for various information on her newly purchased laptop.

The news of Tony Stark's murder has been spreading on the Internet for a day.

Although Stark Industries went all out on public relations and deleted the relevant news, the speed of light transmission in the Internet age is no longer something a company can cover up.

"Ring, ring," Ella's cell phone suddenly rang.

"Hello, Miss Ella Nova, we are CG Furniture Company. The complete set of furniture you urgently ordered yesterday has been airlifted from Italy to New York. When do you have time, I will arrange for someone to deliver it to you."

"Okay, I have time now. I'll come in an hour."

The power of money is powerful. I ordered a complete set of CG furniture online yesterday and it was airlifted from Europe overnight.

Outside the Long Beach villa, the staff of CG Furniture Company carefully unloaded the top-quality furniture from several large trucks and placed them in various locations in the room under the guidance of a designer.

After more than an hour, the stylish and luxurious furniture brought some life to the originally empty villa.

Ella lay on her back on the soft bed in the bedroom, staring blankly at the ceiling.

She murmured to herself in a daze: "This is my future home."

Sunny beaches, luxury villas, sports cars, beautiful women. .Well, that’s debatable, and with a lifetime’s worth of dollars, the dream has almost become a reality.

Ella sat up suddenly, rubbed her hair in a vented manner, and shouted irritably: "How wonderful this life would be if the damn big purple sweet potato wasn't coming."

After struggling for a while, she thoughtlessly let the matter go.

When soldiers come to cover up the water and earth, who is afraid of whom?

Ella got up at six o'clock the next morning.Because today is Monday, she has made an appointment with Fergie to open an account at the New York Stock Exchange together this morning.

She was also determined to say goodbye to the unhealthy lifestyle of the past.

I pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window of the bedroom and walked to the terrace to stretch my waist. The cool and slightly salty sea breeze felt very comfortable on my body, and I watched the golden-red sun slowly rise from the sea level.

"Well, that's life."

Ella, who was in a good mood, put on a pair of sportswear and ran a few kilometers along the Long Beach coastline.

The youthful, beautiful and light figure undoubtedly attracts the attention of many people who pass by for morning exercise.

Back at the villa, I jumped into the pool and swam a few more times, then took a shower under the outdoor shower head by the pool.

The privacy of this villa is very good, and there is no need to worry about being exposed. It is very comfortable to take an open-air shower while watching the sunrise over the sea.

My current body is not only pleasing to the eye, but also extremely healthy and full of energy. I almost ran the last kilometer at a sprint speed and only took a short rest to breathe before returning to normal.

With only a large bath towel wrapped around her chest and her hair hanging to dry, Ella made herself a sandwich and heated up a glass of milk for breakfast.

After moving in yesterday, I didn't have time to buy many daily necessities. In the empty double-door refrigerator, except for bread, eggs, milk and a few bottles of mineral water, there was nothing else.

After dressing up carefully and feeling comfortable both physically and mentally, Ella drove the McLaren 570 quickly onto Locke Avenue and headed towards Manhattan.

The New York Stock Exchange is located at 18 Broadway in New York City, just south of the corner of Wall Street.

There are approximately 2 companies listed here, with a global market value of US$800 trillion.

Ella followed Foggy into the trading floor. Before the opening time, she saw that all the securities traders were nervous.

Tony Stark, the chairman of Stark Industries, has been missing for more than a month, and his life and death are still unknown.

Yesterday, a picture of him being beheaded by terrorists suddenly appeared on the Internet. Although it is difficult to distinguish whether it is true or false, this has further aggravated investors' concerns.

Opening an account was easy, and Fergie recommended a trader named Robert Jones.

Robert is 54 years old. He has worked as a trader on the New York Stock Exchange for 30 years and has an excellent reputation.

Last year, he was framed and sued. Fergie, who was proficient in finance, helped him win.

Under Robert Jones's explanation, I signed more than a dozen charts of various kinds, and then obtained a series of relevant information such as the trading account number and password.

Then with Fergie's help, Ella transferred $2000 million to her trading account.

This huge transfer had already been handled with Morgan Bank in advance, so it was completed quickly.

Fergie had to go to court with Matt for defense this morning, so he left first because he had nothing to do.

Today is destined to be a turbulent day on the New York Stock Exchange. As soon as the market opened at nine o'clock, Stark Industries' stock price fell 5 points within 30 minutes. Several major shareholders began to sell Stark Industries' stocks in unison, and retail investors also began to Panic selling.

In fact, Ella really doesn't understand why the New York Stock Exchange clings to the "designated market maker" operating model and uses human traders.Other stock exchanges use computers to match stock prices for trading.

But seeing the crazy atmosphere in the hall after the market opened, she understood a little bit.

Investors in other stocks also began to clear their positions or wait and see out of concerns about the entire market.

The stock market across the United States is gloomy and in mourning.

The plunge in Stark Industries stock not only pulled down the Dow Jones Industrial Index, but also the Nasdaq, which was in good shape, was also looked down upon.

Obadiah was sitting in front of the computer in his office, watching the stock price plummeting violently. He swept all the items on his desk to the ground, and was so frightened that the female secretary outside did not dare to express her anger.

"This bunch of damn speculators, they do one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes, and they even talk about stabilizing the stock price together. They are all liars and liars."

And Ella was sitting in the cafe opposite the stock exchange, holding a cup of coffee, watching the real-time stock price changes uploaded from her laptop, and laughing to herself.

Sometimes, the power of rumors is unexpectedly powerful.

When the market closed in the afternoon, some sane investors stabilized their position and re-entered the market, but Stark Industries' stock price had already fallen by 20.00%.

Even though Obadiah spent all his money to save the market, his own financial resources were not strong, so the effect was minimal.