Chapter 4813

After looking at the house introduced by S. H. I. E. L. D., it was already late. They simply drove straight to Flushing nearby to eat. Greedy picked a Northeastern restaurant with decent reviews and ordered several hearty dishes. The owner also enthusiastically introduced them to Flushing's local customs and culture.

This dish clearly suited Natasha's taste; the female agent ate without lifting her head to speak, and even drank several bottles of beer. And it was during the meal that Greedy received a message from Stark, inviting him to gather at Stark's old residence the next morning.

Greedy felt somewhat strange. He knew Stark did not like the old residence. That house on Long Island, although it was his birthplace, was actually not the Stark family's ancestral home. Stark's father and grandfather were actually from Richford; if one had to say, that old house there was the ancestral home.

And that place in East Hampton was practically a real-life version of American mental patients. All the stereotypes you could find about old money, especially the bad side, were embodied there to the fullest. Stark had always had nothing good to say about that place, never attending any gathering there.

As the owner and representative figure of Stark Industries, Stark also had to attend social engagements and often frequented upper-class venues. For example, the vineyards on the East Coast, the mountain villas on the West Coast—he had been there countless times. But the only place in New York local, East Hampton, he would not go to, no matter what, obviously having some grudge against this place.

Greedy rubbed his temples, looking somewhat headache-stricken. Natasha finally lifted her head from the food, concernedly asking him: "What's wrong with you?"

"Tony suddenly said he wants to go back to the old residence, and even invited me to go together. I'm wondering if he wants to bring little Morgan here to spend Christmas. I'm thinking about how to dissuade him."

"Bring little Morgan to spend Christmas at the old residence?" Natasha frowned slightly, saying, "What's wrong with that? Perhaps he just wants to bring his daughter back to take a look, after all, it's where he grew up."

"Precisely because of this, I'm headache-stricken. Because this reason is seamless, flawless. Who wouldn't want to bring their own daughter back to the place where they grew up to take a look?"

"What made you want to dissuade him?"

"That place is New York's biggest mental hospital." Greedy spoke bluntly, "The atmosphere in East Hampton is very bad. If it were just adults, it would be fine, but children haven't yet developed a complete ability to discern right from wrong, and they might be led astray. I worry that by then Tony will be moved, decide to let little Morgan study there..."

"Isn't that place a rich people's area?" Natasha had also heard of it, she said, "And it seems to be that kind of old money residential area, sounds like it matches Stark quite well. You said the atmosphere is bad, mainly referring to what?"

"Vanity, fawning over the high and stepping on the low, relying on strength to bully the weak..."

Natasha opened her mouth, hesitated a moment, then said: "If you say so, the atmosphere of the whole of America is not too good either."

Greedy waved his hand, Natasha still advised: "You cannot expect people in a gold-standard society to understand what is called equality for all, especially those vested interests. As long as they don't show it, it's fine."

"The problem with East Hampton is that they are especially arrogant." Greedy said, "The flaws of American upper-class society, they all have them, even movies and TV shows are not exaggerated at all. They regulate attire, speech and conduct, lifestyle, even every expression, into a typical model, to form 'class identity', while extremely rejecting those who do not accept these. They even dare to exclude Stark, so you know what kind of people they are."

"Sounds not good," Natasha said, "but little Morgan is very smart, should not be affected by them. However, if Stark knew this, he would not bring his daughter back. Perhaps you are worrying unnecessarily."

"Hope so," Greedy said, "hope he found me for something else, not really wanting to sit around a long table on Christmas day, reciting that long prayer."

"I can't imagine Stark doing that." Natasha shook her head saying, "I'll go with you tomorrow. That way, if he really can't take it, I'll give him a punch."

The next morning, Greedy alone took a flying shuttle to arrive at northern Long Island. Arrogance claimed, he wanted to go chat with other reliable people to see if he could gather some useful opinions. So they split up.

Greedy and Natasha met at the flying shuttle station on Long Island, and Coulson came along at the same time. Greedy walked up and gave him a hug, looking at his obviously rejuvenated face, smiling and saying: "Looks like you're recovering well, Agent Mr."

"Oh, don't tease me. I've already been grabbed by several ladies asking where I got my facelift done." Coulson looked rather helpless.

"Why are you troubling yourself to come today?" They walked outwards as Greedy asked along the way.

Coulson took out a document from his bag, then said: "You said you wanted to buy that house yesterday, so today of course I'm here to sign the contract."

"That's probably going to be a wasted trip," Greedy said, "I am the investor, but the one actually buying the house is Xu Shangqi. If he doesn't show up, this contract can't be signed."

"Oh, that's how it is," Coulson said, "Although that house is indeed not bad, but for you it's still a bit small. Yesterday Natasha told me you wanted to buy it, and I was still somewhat surprised then."

Afterwards he also somewhat embarrassedly said: "But the seller is urgently in need of money, we can't keep holding it for you..."

"I will pay first," Greedy said, "With your S. H. I. E. L. D.'s relationship with them, transferring the money over should also be no problem. The contract can wait until after the Christmas holiday."

Coulson nodded, saying: "Alright, let's do that. Actually, it's because that seller Mr. and Hill's grandmother had some acquaintance, apparently they were comrades back then, that's why they entrusted us to sell the house."

"I knew it," Greedy said, "With such a good real estate resource, if it weren't for the family connection, it couldn't have fallen into my hands, it would definitely have been taken over by the Chinese circle internally."

They drove all the way to Stark's old residence. Coulson drove the car on this street, making two loops, Natasha somewhat puzzled asked: "You don't know the way?"

"No, the original Stark old residence was as eye-catching as a road sign. I was doubting whether I took the wrong road, how come I didn't see that house?"

Greedy was chatting on his phone, not paying attention to look outside, hearing this he only then lifted his head and glanced, then immediately froze in shock.

"Oh my God." Greedy almost threw his phone out, "He wouldn't not only want to hold a Christmas dinner here, but also want the whole family to move over? How did he clean this house so spotlessly???"

At this moment, Coulson finally slowly brought the car to a stop. Before them stood a spotless and beautiful manor, with twelve Roman columns at the entrance, plus a lovely azure roof, not only rich but noble, everywhere revealing the old money family's deep foundation and elegant temperament.

Greedy and Coulson both had the look of having seen a ghost.

Natasha looked at them somewhat puzzled. She really had never come to Stark's old residence before. Greedy also didn't speak, directly found a report on his phone and sent it to Natasha.

"【Long Island Skyline Destroyer——New York's Ugliest Building Stark Manor】?" Natasha read out the title of this report, and upon seeing the picture of the house on it, she froze in that instant.

She lowered her head to look at her phone, raised her head to look at the house, then again lowered her head to look at her phone, saying: "Is this the same house???"

"Moreover, is the skyline he destroyed a bit too much? Earlier his Stark Tower was said to be New York's skyline destroyer, now his old residence is said to be Long Island's skyline destroyer. This title lasts longer than 'Iron Man'."

"What the hell is he up to?" Greedy couldn't help but frown, "He better not want to move the whole family back to live together, otherwise he'll never want to call me Shiler again."

The three of them walked in together. Seeing that the garden was still somewhat dilapidated, they understood this should be a temporary rush to tidy up, only cleaning the building's exterior a bit, while the garden inside remained as it was.

Stark was waiting under the Roman columns. Seeing them come over, he immediately walked over and gave Coulson a hug: "Welcome back, Agent Mr. You missed at least two quarters of flashcards, your full collection record is about to be broken."

"Ha, no way, I got the captain to leave me not a few." Coulson said rather proudly, "I can definitely come out with a special edition."

They walked together into the hall. The hall had been cleaned up relatively tidily, but from some details it could still be seen that it hadn't been thoroughly organized, just simply swept.

"What are you going to do?" Greedy asked, "Suddenly wanting to reconcile with your childhood, finally remembering you are a playboy from an old money family, preparing to turn over a new leaf and rebuild the family?"

"Don't get so worked up." Stark said.

"Please, in the timeline you acknowledge, we two lived together here for not a short time." Greedy couldn't help but say, "You forgot that Ade..."

"Speaking of this, I was just about to tell you." Stark took them to sit on the sofa, then while brewing coffee, he said in that mysterious tone: "Guess who Emily married?"

"She wasn't fond of that big guy Mason, was she?" Greedy recalled a bit, then said, "Back then he drank a cup of jelly wine at the dance, choked himself, and when he vomited, he just happened to spit that jelly onto Emily's dress..."

"Not him." Stark brought over the coffee, then said, "She actually married the Aves from Champaign County!"

"What?!" Greedy almost spat out the coffee in his mouth, "That guy isn't a swindler???"

"Ha, definitely those dumb fools couldn't find a way to deal with him, got squeezed in by him. And they actually made some money." Stark said, "Otherwise how would Emily marry him..."

"Wait, I'm feeling a bit dizzy." Natasha said, "Who are these people you're mentioning? Are they your neighbors?"

"Sort of." Stark said, "Although I haven't stayed here long, because I'm a super genius, I got multiple doctorates at 16..."

"Emily is who? Why can't she marry Aves?" Coulson asked.

"Emily's full name is Emily Amelia Kennedy!"

"Pfft!" Natasha really spat out her coffee.

"Although it's a branch of the Kennedy family, but it also counts as a young lady of wealth." Stark explained, "And that Ade's full name is Adrian Ford, just he loves to go against us!"

Natasha and Coulson exchanged a glance, tacitly deciding to shut up.