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Chen Fan couldn't read minds, so he couldn't guess what Peter was thinking. However, seeing the relieved expression on Peter's face made him wonder if the guy had been knocked silly by his own actions.
With Chen Fan's arrival, Silphy naturally followed closely behind. Maid Sister couldn't rest easy knowing her young master was alone in an unfamiliar place, especially since it wasn't safe here. How could one feel secure in front of someone who could casually demolish a street?
Watching Peter, Silphy calmly gripped her stun gun, a specially developed weapon by S.H.I.E.L.D. with a voltage of fifty thousand volts. No matter what kind of wolf he was, one shot would take care of him.
Silphy's presence caught Peter's attention. She was a true beauty, stunningly gorgeous with a devilishly attractive figure. Her aloof demeanor and cold expression kept others at bay, like a poppy flower glowing in the night, exuding endless charm that attracted all sorts of bees and butterflies.
"Ahem!"
Chen Fan cleared his throat, slightly furrowing his brow. In his eyes, Peter's expression seemed off. Was he really making eyes at his maid? He remembered that Peter seemed to have someone he liked! Had the script been secretly changed by the director?
"This is Mr. Chen Fan, your three hundred thousand US dollars creditor!" Coulson wiped the sweat from his brow. To him, Peter's entranced expression looked like a death wish—almost as if he were flirting with someone else's wife right in front of her husband.
"Creditor?" Peter snapped back to reality, mainly because Coulson had discreetly nudged him. After glancing at the documents handed over, he let out a soft breath. Now he understood what this creditor meant, but...
How on earth could there be a loss of three hundred thousand US dollars? He had only broken a few pieces of glass and some corner scraps of the building! Even if they were gold-plated, they couldn't be that outrageous!
"Mr. Coulson, this compensation amount is incorrect. The recorded damages I caused are only two hundred thousand! Why am I being asked to pay three hundred thousand US dollars? Three hundred thousand US dollars!" Peter exploded with anger. Being broke himself, he didn't want to part with even a penny more, yet now he was being asked for an additional two hundred eighty thousand! What was this? Openly extorting him!
"Peter, calm down; the rest is for emotional damages!" Coulson patted his friend's shoulder and subtly raised an eyebrow at him. It wasn't just about paying an extra two hundred thousand; even if it were one hundred million, he'd still have to pay. In this society, strength was truth. You had already been sold to S.H.I.E.L.D., so what did it matter to pay a little more?
"Mr. Peter, do you think this compensation amount is unreasonable? No problem; we can discuss it slowly!" Chen Fan said with a slight smile as he took a seat. Maid Sister stood behind him in a show of force, raising her stun gun as if she were a powerful figure demanding answers.
Coulson kept signaling Peter not to dig his own grave; however, Peter pretended not to see it. A broke person would never compromise when it came to money. His gaze sharpened as he passionately argued:
"My actual losses are only two hundred thousand US dollars! Even adding emotional damages doesn't come close to three hundred thousand! Besides, there's insurance covering it—uh, I mean reimbursement!"
Taking a deep breath, Peter continued: "So even if I don't pay up, you wouldn't suffer any losses!"
"That's right!" Chen Fan nodded and smiled as he watched the broke guy perform his self-justification act. With insurance covering it, he indeed wouldn't suffer much loss; however, it still left him feeling quite displeased!
"Mr. Peter, do you want to be a big star?" Chen Fan suddenly asked something that left everyone puzzled; the shift in thought was too abrupt for anyone to react. But his next statement sent chills down Peter's spine: "If I were to sell Spider-Man's true identity to the newspapers, I bet it would fetch quite a price—perhaps even more than three hundred thousand!"
Coulson's lips twitched; ten years old versus eighteen years old—this was an IQ crushing moment!
"I'll pay!" Peter exclaimed, stunned. The other party was completely unpredictable. Just the thought of his true identity being exposed sent a shiver down his spine. Gritting his teeth, he muttered, "But you can't use this to threaten me in the future!"
"No problem!" Chen Fan smiled, revealing a set of bright white teeth. Ignoring the two big men, he turned back to Maid Sister and said, "Silphy, let's go have a feast!"
Having made a significant amount of money, Chen Fan felt it was necessary to splurge a little. Although he was a rich second generation, his monthly allowance had always been limited, never exceeding ten thousand Three Hundred Thousand US Dollars. Now with an extra three million Three Hundred Thousand US Dollars, he could indulge for quite some time!
Silphy beamed at him, and the entire room seemed to brighten. Although she only smiled at Chen Fan, Peter was captivated, his mind filled with her radiant smile.
"Peter... I want you to remember one thing!" As an experienced elder, Coulson felt it was his duty to give a little advice to the novice driver. After Chen Fan left with Maid Sister, he wore a mysterious smile and said, "If you don't seek trouble, trouble won't find you!"
Peter was taken aback and didn't quite understand Coulson's words. Shaking his head, he asked, "Mr. Coulson, what do you mean? I... I don't understand!"
"In China, there's an old saying: 'Opportunities must not be leaked!'" Coulson finished speaking and led the bewildered Peter to complete the onboarding procedures for S.H.I.E.L.D., while also checking Peter's physical data before arranging for him to undergo training.
In S.H.I.E.L.D.'s eyes, Peter Parker had immense potential that needed to be harnessed. With proper training from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents, Peter could surpass his former self tenfold.
...
Time passed slowly. Director Nick Fury was in high spirits recently. Although his naturally stern face couldn't change its color, every time he revealed his white teeth made it clear to everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. that he was in a good mood.
"Director... Tony Stark, the president of Stark Industries, has suddenly gone missing in Afghanistan. The intelligence department suspects he has been kidnapped by terrorists!" Coulson rushed into Nick Fury's office, drenched in sweat and serious as he reported the situation. He knew this was serious.
"Tony Stark has been kidnapped?" Nick Fury felt the world turning against him; his good mood evaporated instantly. He had planned to enjoy dinner at a Michelin restaurant tonight tasting Japanese Wagyu beef, but it seemed he'd have to settle for instant noodles instead.
"Find him! Deploy all agents and locate Tony Stark immediately!" Director Nick Fury gritted his teeth as he issued the order. If they didn't find Tony Stark quickly and ensure his safety, chaos would ensue across America—resulting in losses greater than if thirty Spider-Men were causing havoc.
"Understood, Director!" Coulson wiped his sweat and immediately began organizing personnel to search for Tony Stark's whereabouts. He understood the gravity of the situation; if anything happened to this missing playboy, countless powerful figures in America would be furious.
Before long, Nick Fury received calls from the military, government officials, and several senators—all demanding one thing: find Tony Stark and ensure his safety as soon as possible!
One playboy had thrown America's elite into disarray. Various departments were covertly spreading out across Afghanistan's territory. Nick Fury abandoned any thoughts of instant noodles; tonight would only consist of strong coffee to keep him alert...
"Oh! Tony Stark has finally gone missing!" Chen Fan revealed his bright white teeth while enjoying a delicious meal.
After the man disappeared, he remembered that Stark Industries' stock would plummet, presenting a great opportunity to make money.
Peter's compensation was fully paid to Chen Fan in the name of S.H.I.E.L.D., and he hadn't spent a single cent of it, waiting for this chance to cash in.
"Silphy, help me register a stock market account!"
As an actual minor, he could only rely on Silphy for such matters, and Chen Fan trusted his Maid Sister completely.
"Okay, young master. By the way, I want egg fried rice!" Silphy said sweetly, causing Chen Fan to shiver; he was almost overwhelmed by his Maid Sister's cuteness.
America has many delicious foods, but can they really compare to the five-thousand-year history of Chinese cuisine?
As a foodie, after tasting various American dishes, Chen Fan shrugged nonchalantly. After several secret developments, he finally created a side profession and became the renowned chef of S.H.I.E.L.D.!
Egg fried rice was Chen Fan's secret weapon in winning over S.H.I.E.L.D. He believed that soon the entire world would be conquered by his culinary skills. However, this thought faded away after three days.
In short: all he wanted was to be a salted fish living off food without any worries—why tire himself out?
So Chen Fan realized that after teasing the entire S.H.I.E.L.D., he would abandon the idea of conquering the world with food. He would only dabble in cooking when he felt good or when he was in a bad mood.
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