"Li, the Boss, may your business thrive and your wealth increase!"
"Likewise, likewise!"
New York, Manhattan, Chinatown!
Today, a new antique shop opened in Chinatown, so firecrackers were going off early in the morning, and dragon and lion dances were lively.
Standing at the door, constantly receiving congratulations, Li, the Boss, felt his face almost stiffen from smiling.
As an Italian who had moved to New York, he needed a legitimate identity to live there legally and reasonably.
Working for someone else was naturally out of the question. He had finally transmigrated; he had to be the boss himself!
If he were following the typical plot, he should be opening an all-purpose shop or a small exorcism clinic in a place like Hell's Kitchen. That would fit the main storyline of Marvel.
But after considering it for a long while, he felt that kind of lifestyle definitely wasn't suitable for him.
Hell's Kitchen was a terrible place, with shootouts and gang fights happening every other day, plus all sorts of small-time thugs vying for territory. Why would he want to go to such a place to make a living?
That would be worse than staying in Sokovia!
Besides, Wanda was still a cute little loli right now, with no means of self-protection. If something unfortunate were to happen, he wouldn't be able to regret it even if he tried!
So, after much deliberation, he decided it was better to be safe. He directly gave up on Hell's Kitchen and Queens, two newbie starting locations, and instead chose Chinatown, a relatively peaceful and safe area.
From a geographical perspective, Chinatown was right in the center between Hell's Kitchen and Queens. It was only a twenty or thirty-minute drive if there was no traffic. If he really wanted to farm monsters, he could just take the subway and be there in minutes.
It would be fine to go and fight monsters and grind skills when he had nothing else to do, but he had no intention of setting up his home in a monster's nest.
If he had to worry about getting shot at every time he went out, or getting blown up by a rocket launcher while he slept, he wouldn't be able to live like that.
As for why he was opening an antique shop in Chinatown?
Well, he wasn't planning on making money from the shop. He was mainly opening it to have a legitimate identity!
Besides, having an antique shop would make it much easier to handle those antiques he brought back from the mission worlds.
Wanda clapped her hands excitedly and bounced around. It was the first time she had seen a lion dance, and she thought it was really fun.
Pietro was off somewhere, who knew where. But he was an adult, so he wouldn't get lost!
After greeting the neighbors warmly, the lively shop slowly quieted down.
After all, it was an antique shop. It wasn't like a restaurant, where customers came and went. They usually went years without making a sale.
Moreover, all the antiques in his shop were fake, just brought from the wholesale market, and still had the tags on. If someone actually fell for them, that would be ridiculous.
Li, the Boss, handed the opening red envelope to the leader of the lion dance team. He glanced at the time; it was almost noon. He was thinking about closing up and taking Wanda out for hot pot.
As for Pietro? He'd definitely show up the second it was mealtime; no need to worry about him!
But just as he was about to close up, he saw a customer had actually entered the shop.
The customer was holding the Chicken Crest Cup, which had the mark of the Chenghua Era of the Ming Dynasty on the bottom, and studying it. He seemed to think it was a centuries-old antique, rather than something Li, the Boss, had bought at the market yesterday.
"Are you here to buy something?"
Li, the Boss, looked up at the young white man standing in his shop and asked, a little dejectedly.
He was already a pretty tall guy, at six feet tall, in the Chinese community. But this guy was half a head taller than him, which made him feel like the world was against him.
And this kid was actually quite handsome. Even from a man's perspective, his looks could definitely be considered handsome and upright, only a point or two less handsome than himself.
"If I were to buy something, it would be that painting!" The young man put down the fake Chicken Crest Cup in his hand and pointed at the Picasso piece hanging on the side wall.
Li, the Boss, had originally planned to send the painting directly to an auction house to sell, but considering the source wasn't easy to explain, plus he had a lot of savings on hand, he put the matter out of his mind, planning to deal with it later.
Because Picasso's works, to be honest, no one understood them except for the experts, so he just hung it on the wall. After all, so many people were wandering around his shop in the morning, and no one noticed that the painting was actually genuine.
But this guy in front of him actually found the most valuable thing in his shop at a glance. Putting aside everything else, just this eyesight was very impressive.
More importantly, why did he always feel that the other person looked familiar?
While Li, the Boss, was sizing up the other person, the other person was also constantly sizing him up.
Grant Ward, a Level 5 senior S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, a secret operations expert, with a set of fighting skills that could rank in the top thirty within the entire S.H.I.E.L.D.
Don't let the first thirty ranks fool you; it might seem like a minor title, but given S.H.I.E.L.D. agents' global presence, Grant Ward is definitely among the world's top tier soldiers.
In reality, he'd single-handedly completed many seemingly impossible missions. For instance, he'd just flown back from Eastern Europe, his previous assignment being the assassination of a small nation's head of state.
Logically, he and Li, the Boss, shouldn't have crossed paths so quickly. But, after completing his mission, Ward was riding his personal speedboat across the Mediterranean when he encountered an explosion!
The entire smuggling ship disintegrated before his eyes, and the crew turned to dust in the Mediterranean before they could even react, which sent a chill down Agent Ward's spine.
He was lucky he'd been a little slow; otherwise, wouldn't he have been caught in the blast?
Generally, action-oriented experts like him would have a natural protective instinct before danger, the so-called sixth sense.
No one could explain exactly what it was, but Ward knew that if he hadn't triggered that feeling, he would have died countless times.
But this time, his sixth sense hadn't even had time to warn him, indicating that the person who set the explosives' technique was incredibly refined.
Such experts were probably few and far between, even within S.H.I.E.L.D.!
Therefore, Grant Ward immediately reported to his superior, John Garrett, and then tracked down Li, the Boss's location.
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