I'm the Demon King in Marvel

Chapter 27 Can You Get Off My Wife?
Adam Smith, thirty-nine.

In the first thirty years of his life, he was considered a successful example of a commoner's counterattack.

He had excellent grades when he was young. Although his family was not wealthy, he was still able to get into a good university in New York State based on his talent.

It’s not an Ivy League school, but it’s okay.

With the help of loans and occasional scholarships, Adam paid the expensive tuition, completed his studies, and successfully got a job at a securities firm on Wall Street.

That was probably the second most glorious moment in his life. His parents invited the entire community of neighbors to the hotel for a big meal.

It is a major event worth remembering that a Wall Street elite can emerge from a civilian community.

After entering the workplace, Adam Smith gradually discovered that his IQ and EQ were not enough.

In college, he could still rely on hard work to catch up with classmates who had higher IQs than him. However, when he entered the "elite concentration camp" of Wall Street, he was surrounded by graduates from Ivy League schools, all of whom were very versatile.

His ordinary family background could not bring him any help in this world of fame and fortune. Even if he mobilized all his relatives and friends, the funds he could raise were not even a fraction of those of his colleagues who came from wealthy families.

But Adam Smith relied on his recklessness and incredible luck to earn his first pot of gold in the first year after joining the company. He used the funds raised by his relatives and friends to make a fortune, and increased his capital more than ten times as if by divine help.

The unknown rookie plunged into the financial wave, and not only did he not capsize, but he also continued to make gains by relying on "newbie benefits". Although he occasionally failed in the following years, his performance and wealth continued to grow steadily.

If America is the world of capital, then Wall Street is the heart of capital, where money is omnipotent!

The brokers who can make money are the kings that everyone admires on this street. They see only smiling faces and encounter only kindness.

At the age of thirty, Adam Smith reached the peak of his life.

Not only did he make 18 million US dollars in just three minutes, creating a new wealth myth, but he also met the love of his life, a sexy and intellectual blonde.

Convinced that this was his life partner, Adam launched a fierce financial offensive against the blonde, and they walked into the church hand in hand in less than a month.

His married life was happy and sweet, and he soon had a lovely daughter. Adam Smith once felt that he was the happiest man in the world.

Unfortunately, luck doesn’t always accompany a person throughout his life. Although Adam is successful in love, he encounters a crisis in his career.

After marriage, Adam's performance declined and several consecutive investment failures ruined his reputation as a "gold medal broker".

Although he managed to hold on for two more years with the help of his savings, his luck was getting worse and worse. He lost money on everything he bought. Sometimes, he would encounter a sure win but would encounter a big investor's market crash and lose everything.

In the end, no one was willing to ask Adam for financial management anymore, so he could only wander the streets and make a living by fooling a few strangers.

When income drops suddenly, the marriage is no longer happy.

The hot wife who was won over by money couldn't stand the gap. She was not happy with Adam every day and eventually she blatantly cheated on him.

Today is another fruitless day.

After a day of selling on the street, Adam Smith dragged his tired body back to his workstation. He didn't even have time to sit down and rest for a while before his supervisor came to his door.

"Adam, you should understand the rules. The company has limited space in the securities hall. You will lose this position starting tomorrow."

“But I earned this workstation through my performance!” Adam Smith growled, “This workstation belongs to me!”

"That was back then. Now you've been at the bottom for three consecutive months. If it weren't for your past contributions, the company would have fired you last year."

The supervisor sneered, turned around and pointed to the alley across the street from the glass floor-to-ceiling window.

The alleys are filled with a large number of rookie brokers with no background. They are not qualified to enter the trading hall and can only sell stocks on the streets. Even if they find clients, they must ask the traders in the hall to complete the transactions.

Of course, this requires a certain commission to be paid to the traders in the hall.

"Now you just go back to where you should be, and believe that you have gotten used to it."

After the teasing, he issued an ultimatum with a cold face.

"After get off work, I don't want your things left at my workstation." When things are going well, there is kindness everywhere. But when life hits its lowest point, the people around you will become hideous and scary.

"Asshole!" Adam Smith punched his workstation, furious.

But in the end it was just impotent rage.

Wall Street is cruel, and Adam had foreseen this outcome from the moment his performance began to decline and was slow to recover.

People don't believe in tears here. Even crocodiles won't shed tears on this street, because there are no philanthropists here.

Carrying a large cardboard box and a briefcase, Adam Smith was on his way home.

The setting sun paints the sky with dazzling colors.

Adam Smith, bent over and with his head down, had no time to appreciate the sunset. He walked back to his home in silence.

This is a street-side apartment in Manhattan.

The apartment is not tall, only three floors, and has its own small yard. It was the house that Adam Smith bought when he was at the peak of his glory days.

As life got worse, one of the decisions Adam was most grateful for was buying the house in full.

At that time, he was so successful in the stock market that he wanted to invest every penny of his money into it. However, his parents kept persuading him to leave a place for himself and his wife to settle down. In addition, he was fascinated by his beautiful wife at that time and thought he should give her a wedding gift. Therefore, he withdrew funds from the stock market to buy a house in full.

When I pushed the door open and entered the room, the wooden ceiling creaked, as if it was bearing some force.

Adam Smith was stunned for a moment, put the big cardboard box and briefcase on the table, picked up the baseball bat from the corner, and walked up the stairs.

The door of the bedroom on the second floor was ajar, and from inside came the sound of heavy breathing and the sound of a wooden stick hitting the water.

Adam Smith pushed open his bedroom door and clenched the baseball bat with both hands so tightly that veins bulged.

"Will you get off my wife?"

A cold voice interrupted the sound of water splashing.

The two busy people turned around and looked over.

"Hey, it's Adam!" The fat man smiled awkwardly and sarcastically: "Wait a moment, Mrs. Smith is too enthusiastic!"

Mrs. Smith, who was downstairs, glanced at her husband and sneered, "Go to the kitchen and cook when you come back."

Then he urged the fat man, “Don’t worry about him, let’s continue.”

Adam Smith tried to raise the baseball bat in his hand, but he finally put it down, turned around and left, closing the door behind him.

Because the fat man is his boss.

After losing his job in the securities hall, Adam could still make a living by "street salesman". If this blow continues, he will completely lose his job and face bankruptcy.

The wife would then have reason to file for divorce, and he would then first lose half of his property and would also have to bear the cost of supporting his illegitimate daughter, leaving him penniless.

The silent man walked towards the kitchen downstairs, looked at the sunset disappearing in the distant sky, and welcomed the darkness.

The most desperate thing in the world is that the sun sets every day.

The darkness seemed to have no end.

Half an hour later, the fat man left with a satisfied look on his face. Adam Smith, who had finished dinner early, came to the study on the third floor carrying a briefcase.

He dropped the briefcase and a black videotape was thrown out.

(End of this chapter)