[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Gem Merchant

Stark, who was determined to be a pigeon, seized this opportunity without hesitation.

"Anyway, if you give me this brooch, I'll go back tonight and help you write that damn defense program."

Tony Stark said righteously: "Or let me buy it, I like this color and style, maybe it will accompany me to attend the press conference of the B-type improved tracking missile every few days .”

No, you're just looking for an excuse to skip work.

Nick Fury has disbelief written all over his face, not to mention that this gemstone brooch really cannot be given away casually: "It cost me more than half a year's salary. Even if you buy it at double the price, I won't sell it to you. Now it’s my bulletproof vest.”

"Wow."

Tony Stark raised his glass to Nick Fury, and without waiting for a response from the other party, he raised his neck and drank the rest of the wine in the glass: "If you say this is an heirloom left to you by your old grandmother, I might still believe it."

If the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. has to spend more than half a year of new water to buy such a small piece of brooch that is not of good quality and surrounded by ordinary silver-wrapped brooches, this organization that cannot pay wages should close down as soon as possible.

"No one wants to hear you messing around with Stark."

Nick Fury suddenly felt a bit of a headache. If the project hadn't been dragged on for five months and couldn't be dragged on anymore, and all his subordinates had failed and no one would pick up the hard work, he wouldn't have been in this mess himself. Go grab the bag on occasion: "You don't want to find such a reason..."

"Let's talk about it next time, I still have an appointment."

A large group of swaying girls came out of nowhere and separated Nick Fury and Tony Stark. The former was forcibly taken away, and he was so angry that he couldn't get angry in public, and he seemed particularly aggrieved.

"Stark!"

He yelled across the crowd.

"See you next time, sir."

Tony Stark didn't look back, turned his back and waved his hands, and disappeared from Nick Fury's sight.

……

"It's weird, isn't it?"

There was no one in the bathroom, Tony Stark threw a handful of cold water on his face, and asked while washing his face, "Fury's reaction today."

"It has been calculated that Mr. Nick Fury's reaction exceeded his standard deviation. According to the reenactment of the scene, the theoretical probability of his direct gift of the brooch to you exceeds 80.00%. Refer to his heart rate change data and tsavorite stones in the past three years The market transaction price of..."

Smart Butler switches data analysis mode very quickly.

"To the point, you mean there's something wrong with that brooch?"

Tony Stark tore off a length of towel casually.

"There is such a possibility, Sir. A detailed analysis report has been sent to your personal terminal."

AI feedback is still fast and precise.

At the end of a boring day, he finally found some fun that was not the same as before.You must know that curiosity is the ladder of human progress, and he has never had the habit of obeying the rules like S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Search all jewelry stores in New York City... no, expand the scope to all stores in the United States that sell tsavorite brooches."

Tony Stark said: "Compare the selling price simultaneously, and the time when it appeared on Fury in public... In short, find a way to find out the secret of this thing for me."

"Copy that, Sir."

Compared with a brooch made of inexpensive materials, the security system of S.H.I.E.L.D. is obviously more important than the former.If it was the Nick Fury in his impression, there would be a high probability that he would tear off the brooch and force him to make a written statement on the spot. This time, although the other party did not give a clear reason and left room for speaking, this attitude was enough to make him people doubt.

In fact, he can also hack into the financial system to investigate the misappropriation of Nick Fury's personal funds, but after all, this is just a boring night's pastime, and there is no need to test back and forth on the edge of the law.Soon, the smart butler gave a series of retrieval conclusions, and thoughtfully picked out the only outlier in all the jewelry stores in the United States-except for the highlighted red dot marked on the map of Brooklyn.

You see, I found it so quickly, and it is destined that this pastime will come and go quickly.

In the Edelfelt jewelry store, Alphonse opened the curtain from the gem processing workshop and walked into the shop. Unexpectedly, he found that his only clerk was still waiting here, flipping his thumb up and down on the screen, as if chat with someone.

"Aren't you going home so late?"

He asked: "It's too dedicated."

"Annie at the clerical position is also working overtime today..."

The clerk said embarrassedly: "And my job is like this. I don't have anyone to work the night shift for me all the year round."

But ordinary jewelry stores are not open at night, Alphonse complained silently in his heart.He noticed the flushed cheeks of the other party, and said casually, "Come to buy a wedding ring from me after you get married?"

The clerk's whole body shook, and he blushed at first, then subconsciously refused: "No, no, no, how can I afford this."

Alphonse: "..."

He did write two or three extra zeros on the price tag, and the waste products that failed in alchemy were placed on the counter to pretend to be, and the purpose was to dissuade ordinary people who did not know the origin of the shop.In fact, the effect of persuading them to quit is also outstanding. After two years, except for those "real customers", almost no one will open the door of this store.

"...I mean the kind I usually sell."

Alphonse had a headache, and it was rare for him to take the initiative to extend an olive branch: "Anyway, you are not completely ignorant of the mysterious side, and selling your most basic style is not considered a violation of the principle of confidentiality. You usually don't tell it. Just do it."

He hugged his arm and tapped it with his fingertips: "For example, the type that can bless the wearer with good health and alleviate diseases."

"...!!"

The young detective's eyes lit up: "I will work hard to save money! Mr. Al!"

This kind of rare and limited krypton gold opportunity, he wants to krypton all his salary in the past few years!He wants to explode!

"Call the store manager."

The blond young man reached out and patted the clerk on the forehead: "Go home after closing time, S.H.I.E.L.D. will not ask you to guard the alchemy workshop anyway."

Daily supervision is a product within the scope of the agreement, but the prohibition of ordinary people from prying into the mystery is the bottom line.The clock tower of the Magic Association and SHIELD have reached a dynamic balance on this point, and the product of the compromise is this very humble jewelry store that appeared in Brooklyn.

"Good store manager, thank you store manager."

The detective nodded kindly and opened the store door: "Then you have a good rest, good night."

As for whether it is a concern or an expulsion order, or how much concern or expulsion order, it is a matter for S.H.I.E.L.D. and the agents to worry about.Alphonse stretched his waist. The latest version of "Alchemy Review" in the Clock Tower was particularly sloppy. He drew several small circles in the hardcover book, and wrote notes with a red brush next to him, intending to Then take the time to send it back to the author.

It's obvious that El-Mello, from the modern magic department, produced very concise textbooks, and the others refused to learn from them.

The next day, amidst the stunned expression of the clerk, a car with STARK written on the first five digits of the license plate stopped in front of the small shop.

"Boss, you didn't curse anyone, did you?"

Before the other party got out of the car, he asked cautiously.If the richest man in the newspapers in New York City suddenly dies at home tomorrow, those stocks he bought will be completely ruined.

"I'm not crazy."

Alphonse rolled his eyes: "Curse killing in modern society is easy to leave traces, and only those old antiques left behind by the times will do it for no reason."

The bell rang softly, and a strange face pushed open the door.

"Gentlemen, hello."

The visitor skillfully handed over his business card: "I am Harpy, the bodyguard of Mr. Tony Stark of the Stark Industries Group. He wants to find you to buy an emerald brooch that you once sold to Mr. Nick Fury."

Alphonse and the clerk looked at each other, and the two of them didn't speak for a moment, hinting wildly with their eyes.

The young detective switched the computer screen directly to Word, and slowly typed a question mark.

Alphonse shook his head slightly, he didn't know about it.

The agent was unable to hide his face, and it was too late to directly notify S.H.I.E.L.D. Alphonse glanced at the other party's reaction calmly, and said calmly as usual: "Sorry, that is a custom-made model, and only one case is sold worldwide. .”

Hubby obviously came prepared: "Is there a similar limited edition? The price is not a problem."

"Excuse me, sir, the limited edition is only for regular customers."

"Could it be that you still have a membership system?"

Habi looked at the narrow and cramped shop, and said narrowly, "How much is the membership fee? You can just buy gems, and I'll hire someone to process them..."

"Send off, Kevin."

The young blonde store manager said politely.