Money First MoneyTalks

"(Hammer Base) Money First MoneyTalks" by NaginiMoon

*The general setting is the story of worshiping gold and Bichi trying their best to get rich second generation

*Some reference settings come from: [Documentary] Rich Life of a Billionaire [Full 6P]

WARNING: Main Hammer Base, Shield Winter Mention, Iron Man Mention, Little Spider Mention, EC Mention, Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch Mention

Tags: Doujin, Marvel, The Avengers, Thor Loki

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01 money comes first

"Nothing attracts me more than money, emotion, fame, physicality—none."

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Rocky first met Thor on the other's yacht.

Sol walked onto the deck in the afterglow of the setting sun, the setting sun lit up his blond hair, his blue eyes were reflected in the sea, Loki handed him the newly opened champagne, the ship shook, their fingers touched together.

"Thank you," Sol politely raised his slender wine glass and looked around, "everything looks good."

"Of course," Loki's smile was full of capitalistic brass, and he took another bottle of champagne from Sif, so that he and his customer could have a symbolic clink in mid-air , "All the arrangements are in accordance with your instructions."

Sol nodded noncommittally, and took the lead to walk into the cabin.According to Sol's request, the yacht will have a reception room, three double bedrooms with toilets, a spa room, a multimedia theater, an intelligent temperature-controlled wine cellar, a kitchen, and even Sol's His pet dog, Fenrir, a big guy who made Loki suspect that he has wolf blood, also has a special bedroom.

"This is not a yacht," Loki once said to Sif with a look of disgust, "This is simply a cruise ship."

Saul inspected his large newly decorated toy inch by inch, starting from the deck chair in the stern.At last he pushed open his master bedroom door, walked around contentedly, tried his mattress, sat down on his calfskin sofa, and ran his hands across the marble top.Rocky was distracted thinking that this Aussie is really a fucking stunner, and being a top supermodel is more suitable for him than being the second generation of nouveau riche.

At last Sol walked towards them again, like a medieval king after his tour of the realm.He seemed very satisfied with Loki's results, shook hands with everyone with a smile, then pointed to his calfskin sofa and asked, "Why aren't its legs made of wood?"

Rocky laughed as stiffly as if he had been hit with a ton of hyaluronic acid. He could hardly believe his ears, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Saul repeated, good-naturedly, "This chair, it has metal legs, and I remember asking for wood."

Rocky could clearly feel the breaths of the four partners including him freeze at the same time.He subconsciously looked at Sif, and Sif turned to Fandral in horror, and Fandral blinked innocently and innocently at Vollstager.

In Loki's mind, a raging villain was constantly poking the three of them with a scepter.Who knows which link went wrong!But this is not important anymore, because their customers are frowning slightly to express their dissatisfaction——

"I'm really sorry," he forced out an apologetic smile, "This is our negligence, and we will replace it for you immediately."

One of the rules of getting along with the rich is that there are never any excuses.

Loki clearly understands this, as his clients seem to forgive their blunders.At this time Sol raised his hand and looked at the staggeringly expensive watch, and said regretfully, "Sorry everyone. I have a dinner later." Sol took the lead and walked out of the cabin with long legs, " It's up to you to deal with that."

"Yes," Loki hurriedly sent him off, "You can leave at ease, we will definitely take care of the sofa problem for you."

"Three days," Sol stood on the deck, turned his head and said kindly, "I will return to Australia in three days, and I hope to see my new sofa before then."

Said Saul stepped off his new yacht, his personal assistant and driver Heimdall was already waiting there, trained to open the door for Saul, and sent him to the soft back seat of the Aston Martin .

The black luxury car drove away, and Rocky sat down on the open-air sofa, like a dying fish lacking oxygen.Sif, Fandral and Vostagg looked at each other, no one dared to provoke him at this moment.

"Wood—!" Loki dragged his long British accent, "He said 'wood'!" He jumped up and stood up, walking in front of the remaining three people, like a vicious stepmother, "Are you Haven't been to kindergarten? Can't understand 'metal' and 'wood'?"

"Oh," Sif tried to excuse herself, "Fandral was in charge of the furniture."

Fandral waved his hands wildly under Loki's fierce gaze, "No, no, no, about this sofa, I was drinking at the time...uh, anyway, Vostagg ordered it for me."

Loki's eyes shifted to the last man, and Vortager opened his mouth, as if thinking about what had happened a few weeks ago.

"Enough, it's useless to discuss these now." Loki waved his hand impatiently, "Three days! 'Before then I want to see my new sofa'!" He deliberately imitated Thor's Australian accent , mockingly, "How do we get a factory to remake a new sofa and fly it in from Italy in three days?"

No one could answer him.

A cheerful electronic music sounded. "Everyone," Sif suddenly raised her phone, "I think we're saved."

"what?"

"Well, a regular customer agreed to rush us a new sofa," Sif explained. "Do you remember Tony Stark?"

"Isn't he an arms seller?" Fandral rolled his eyes, "He is the most whimsical and difficult client I have ever met."

"He even wanted to keep a great white shark in his bedroom," Vollstagg added.

"The Stark Group recently acquired a furniture company. It is said that he was not satisfied with his own bed." Sif said while replying to the text message with fingers flying, "Fortunately, this factory is just not far away in New Jersey. He said that he was willing to help us rush to make sofas, and only charge us the cost price, and the size, materials, and quality can be made exactly the same, or even better. But he has a request—”

Loki couldn't wait to ask, "What request?"

"Oh, he replied," Sif read the text message. "Of course his secretary replied. His request was to decorate a suburban mansion for him—no design fee—"

Loki immediately said, "Promise him!"

No design fee is definitely a treacherous condition.You must know that although they can get a lot of money from these golden iron roosters for every single business, but after apportioning the costs of each link, there is not much left in the end.Not to mention no design fees, they might even lose money for it.But this does not allow Rocky to hesitate, because they must make every customer feel [-]% satisfied, otherwise what is waiting for them is very likely to be unemployed.Obviously, it is better to lose money than to be unemployed.

Sif's magical address book is busy.But the brief rescue did not make Rocky feel lucky.The metal-legged couch took over his budget for a new car, so he had to spend a fortune on cab rides to work on the days when Fandral drove to pick up groceries.You said take the subway?All kidding aside, Rocky isn't going to allow his Armani suit to be rubbed over and over by five hundred mustard-stained denim jackets.

It's obvious - but we'll say it anyway - that Rocky Lauferson is not a rich man, he can only be called a decent middle-class man at best - from the fact that he can't bear to be roughed up no matter how angry he is. A redundant and expensive sofa, but carefully pulled it back to his office, and placed it in the most conspicuous corner to see that he has good taste, expensive and fashionable clothes, and an accent that never moves his jaw , he confuses each other with Tom Ford's perfume and disguises himself with a Louis Vuitton scarf. He tries to make everyone think that he can stand in the same class as his clients.

He tried his best to make himself infinitely closer to "rich people", not only that, but he also wanted an equal sign.He wants others to equate him with "rich people" when they mention him.

Rocky Lauferson has never hidden his desire for money.Money means status, status means power, and power means doing whatever you want.

But no matter how hard he tried; no matter how he left the advertising company and started his own design company from scratch; no matter how careful he was, he would rather spend two hours commuting to squeeze the company into Manhattan, New York. The edge of the Upper East Side; no matter what he does, the [-]-square-meter apartment, the badly worn soles, and the second-hand Rolex with jumping hands remind him regretfully all the time that no matter how many years Rocky Lauferson struggles, he still escapes. But the fate of a mediocre life.

God is always so unfair. For example, when he was worrying about the huge rent of the office every month, Saul Odinson was able to own a yacht berth in New York Harbor as soon as he was born.

"Sir, this road is not easy to travel." The Hispanic driver looked at Rocky from the rearview mirror, thinking about what made this expensive gentleman give up his private car and come to take his car full of burritos. Cake-flavored rental, "After all, it is