In an American comic book world, you start with a horse charm.

Two weeks after Tony Stark announced the closure of Stark Industries' weapons division, a silvery-white light, like a firework, rose from the distance one evening.

Miller, in the luxurious apartment provided by the hospital, picked up a bottle of soda from the table, took a sip, and watched the dazzling sunlight slowly fade away through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

I thought to myself, this must be the time when Tony Stark started to realize that flying too high would cause the Jaeger to freeze. At this point, Tony Stark probably discovered that his good uncle was up to no good. So, is he about to fight his dear uncle "Iron Monger"? Should I start preparing to buy Stark Industries stock?

In the past two weeks, Miller has earned seven extra earnings. Combined with the remaining two million dollars and the one million dollars Tony gave him, Miller's savings have once again surpassed the ten million mark.

At this rate of making money, Miller was actually too lazy to care about this only money-making opportunity he could remember.

But the thought of missing this opportunity and letting countless green dollars slip through his fingers made Miller feel terrible, so recently he has developed a new hobby: following Stark Industries news.

I'm just waiting for Stark Industries to announce when the current president, "Iron Monger," will die. That's when I'll buy Stark Industries stock.

Because in Miller's mind, the day after he died, Tony Stark would announce that he was Iron Man, and at that time Stark Industries' stock would skyrocket.

But speaking of which, is this news in the movie? Miller felt that he didn't see any similar plot in the movie at all, probably because of the impression left by reading fan fiction before.

Just then, Miller's personal cell phone rang.

The caller ID cannot be displayed.

Miller hesitated for a moment, but still answered the phone. After all, not many people knew his number.

"Hello, Dr. Miller, this is Jarvis, Tony Stark's personal AI assistant. We need you to come to our home for treatment now!"

"Hello Jarvis, if you're calling me for work this late, the consultation fee will be double! That's two hundred million US dollars."

"...Okay, Dr. Miller, please get to this address as soon as possible..." Jarvis gave Miller an address.

Before Jarvis could finish speaking, Miller heard an angry male voice.

"...You piece of shit, you damned Grandet!"

"Please ask the doctor to get here as soon as possible." Jarvis hung up the phone.

Miller wasn't really keen on going, since being called a miser like Grandet was still a bit unpleasant.

Lost in thought, Miller arrived at the garage, started the car his hospital had provided, and drove toward the address Jarvis had given him.

After all, who would turn down money?

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After arriving at the location, Miller notified Jarvis and was then allowed to pass. Following Jarvis's instructions, he successfully arrived in front of Tony Stark.

The ever-proud, sharp-tongued, and willful Tony Stark was now lying covered in blood on a pile of broken machinery.

Seeing Tony Stark's pale face, Miller, who had received the consultation fee, restrained his urge to mock him out of respect for the green US dollars, and immediately moved Tony to the villa's high-end medical room.

He then took out the medical kit he had brought and began to treat Tony. At the same time, the horse charm in his pocket began to heat up, emitting a barely perceptible light.

Three hours later, the surgery was complete. Tony Stark, now fully recovered, looked at Miller, who was cleaning the surgical instruments, with a complex expression. He felt healthier than ever before. Miller had not only restored his severely injured body to its original state, but had also removed the shrapnel near his heart that had been threatening his life. Tony no longer needed the light bulb in his chest to sustain his life.

"How did you do that?" Tony Stark asked, unusually serious, given Miller's astounding level of medical skill.

Miller smiled. "My title as America's number one surgeon is well-deserved. Treating a minor problem like yours is a piece of cake."

"A minor issue?!" Tony Stark, who always acted like a superhero in front of others, fell silent. "Has medicine advanced that much now?"

Miller, having finished his work, is now quietly keeping Tony Stark company.

After all, such generous clients are rare, two hundred million dollars! After getting those two hundred million dollars, Miller even thought about retiring immediately, buying a plantation and becoming a ranch owner.

"Your work is done, what are you still doing here, Dr. Grandet?" Tony Stark, regaining his senses, looked at Miller, who was standing obediently to the side, and asked with a frown.

"...Goodbye." Miller took a deep breath, telling himself not to be angry, not to be angry. He only gave you two hundred million dollars, two hundred million dollars.

With that thought in mind, Miller happily returned home and called his financial advisor, Weill.

"My God! Dr. Miller, do you know what time it is? It's three in the morning!" Mr. Weil complained on the other end of the phone.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Will, but I need you to help me buy Stark Industries stock." But Miller, who had already made two hundred million dollars, naturally didn't care about such details.

"Stark Industries? Dr. Miller, as your financial advisor, I must remind you that Stark Industries' stock price has been declining due to Mr. Stark's announcement of the closure of the weapons division. It is indeed a good time to buy, but I do not recommend that you buy Stark Industries stock now. Also, the financial trading center does not open until 8:00 AM, so you don't need to contact me now." Clearly, Mr. Will's professional competence was quite good, and he gave Miller what now seemed to be the right advice.

"Mr. Will, I believe the genius Tony Stark will always find a solution." Miller, of course, wouldn't tell him that he had already seen Tony's mechanical armor.

"Well, how much Stark Industries stock are you planning to buy?" Mr. Weil asked.

"Two hundred million dollars!" Miller was about to use the money he had just earned from Tony Stark to buy Stark Industries stock.

"Okay, two hundred million...?! How much???" Mr. Weil was clearly shocked by this number.

"Two hundred million US dollars!" Miller confirmed.

"Dr. Miller, are you sure you have two hundred million dollars? And you're planning to use it to buy Stark Industries stock? Do doctors make that much money?" Mr. Weil was clearly shocked by Miller's amount of money.

"Yes!" Miller confirmed.

"With such a large injection of funds from you, Stark Industries' stock will definitely rise, and the number of shares purchased may not meet your expectations. We can purchase in batches to maximize your returns," Mr. Weill reiterated his responsible suggestion.

"No need, just do it as soon as possible, buy as many as you can!" They're even doing it in batches. Marco Polo III is almost out now, Tony Stark is about to fight "Iron Monger" and will soon announce that he is Iron Man.

"Alright!" Mr. Weil was clearly still quite disappointed. After all, he had never handled such a large sum of money before, and now that he finally had the opportunity, he could only follow the client's ideas, which were not even reasonable ones.

But who would go against money? Earning commissions honestly is also an option.