A Knack for Getting Rich

Natasha rushed into the psychiatric clinic, speaking rapidly on the phone as she told Schiller, "Give me 30 reports... no, no, no, I need 50, 50 reports of psychological diagnostic certificates."

Schiller was writing at the bar. Without even looking up, he simply rolled his eyes and asked, "What kind of illness do you want?"

"Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, or what was it again? I forgot, but it's that disease you get after a war, and we need 50 copies."

"Handwriting is too late; we can only generate electronic reports. What about the personnel list?"

Natasha picked up another phone and said, "Send the list of people to my phone right now. Or, I'll just give you an address, you can fax it over..."

On the other side, Peter came out with a stack of papers and said, "Doctor, I don't quite understand this reimbursement form. Even if the monster hadn't hit us, we still have to report the loss of the dishwashing sponge. Isn't that a bit..."

On the other end, Dr. Connors was also on the phone. He said, "Yes, the development cost of that cure is very high because... because the ingredients are expensive. Just tell them that, they won't understand anyway."

"This uses at least dozens of rare elements. Which ones? Go look them up on the periodic table yourself; they're all the most expensive..."

Stark handed Natasha a piece of paper and said, "This is the electricity report for Stark Tower. Connors and Peter conducted an experiment in my high-end lab for 1 hour and 43 minutes. The average electricity cost was $56,000 per minute. There are also wear and tear costs on the equipment. Oh, right, because Peter too much force, he also damaged a piece of equipment worth over $1 million, which is all included in the wear and tear..."

Natasha took the paper, glanced at it, and answered another phone call, saying, "Count the dead? What do you think is a suitable number? We have 32 field personnel currently in New York. How about we just let them all die, and calculate the compensation at $500,000 per person..."

"What? You want to be even bolder? How many agent are there on the entire East Coast? The whole country? Isn't that a bit too much? One monster wiped out all the agent in the country. Doesn't that make us look useless?"

After hanging up the phone, she asked Peter, "Do you have any of that medicine left?"

"There are two left, but we can make a few more if you need them."

"Nick wants more. You know, the military created such a dangerous monster, so it's reasonable for them to purchase more of this medicine as a precaution, right?"

"How much does he want?" Dr. Connors asked.

Natasha spoke into the phone for a while longer, then asked, "Do you have 200?"

Peter spat out his water. He said, "That serum was modified from Lizard Serum. There were only seven vials in total, and Dr. Connors worked on it for several months..."

"Nick sold them one for $3 million."

Connors immediately put on his clothes and said, "Let's go, Peter."

Then he turned to Natasha and said, "Wait for us. In no more than two days, you will have 200 potions in your hands."

As Peter was being dragged away, Schiller took the expense reimbursement form from his hand and said, "Peter is still too naive. Four dishwashing sponges? How long will that last? Let's start with 4,000."

Pikachu leaped onto the table in a flash and said, "Add two more jars of peanut butter for me, oh no, I mean 2000 jars of peanut butter! That monster is terrifying, I've lost a lot of peanut butter!"

Schiller scribbled and drew, then said, "Okay, that's about it. By the way, what did you say I could get a few points?"

"You take 20% of each report, and you get 30% from this reimbursement application."

"Wait, are 50 reports enough? I think this battle was really too intense. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent risked their lives, and there must be quite a few aftereffects. Let's start with 300 reports, all handwritten and signed, and give me an extra 10%, how about that?"

Steve stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. He said, "I know the world has changed, I know I'm getting old, but it can't have changed this much, can it?"

"Didn't we take care of that monster in no time? 4,000 dish sponges, did he smash the entire kitchen of a New York restaurant?"

Hearing Natasha's outrageously high casualty figures, Steve said, "I know Nick is trying to get more funding, but the military isn't stupid. Don't they know how many losses there are?"

"That's not important, Captain." Natasha waved her hand and said, "We are the victims. As many as the victims say, that's how many."

Before Steve could even retort, Coulson burst in, grabbed a pen and paper, dragged Steve to the sofa, and began interviewing him.

"What are you trying to do? Why are you interviewing me?"

"That way you won't have to write battle reports, Captain Steve."

"Oh well..."

"How was the process of defeating this monster? Was it smooth?"

"Ah, although there were some twists and turns, it went relatively smoothly overall."

Could you elaborate on the twists and turns?

"This monster is quite powerful. At the beginning of the battle, shield attacks were not very effective, so I immediately changed tactics..."

Coulson wrote on the paper, "The Red Iguana Superhuman Strength, far beyond what Captain America could estimate. His shield attacks against the monster were ineffective. The early battles were extremely difficult, and he almost Extremis death."

"Of course, things got better later on. Although he was strong, he wasn't very bright and seemed quite irritable. Such an opponent was relatively easy to deal with..."

Coulson wrote on the paper, "The Red Iguana is incredibly violent, and the power of his anger makes him even stronger. The captain is almost constantly on the defensive, and the monster always has the upper hand."

"Of course, I have to admit that Stark.'s Jaeger explosion did have some effect..."

Coulson continued writing rapidly, "Iron Man used his multi-million dollar mech to carry out a spectacular, completely unrecoverable self-destruction, finally forcing the monster to take two steps back. According to Captain America, there were at least 20 waves of explosions, with 5 mechs exploding around each wave, before the monster finally came to its knees."

After Steve finished speaking, he glared at Coulson and said, "Can I see it?"

Coulson quickly put the notebook away, then stood up and shook Steve's hand with utmost sincerity. "Captain, you are a war hero! Always have been!"

On the other end of the phone, Schiller put down the phone and said, "Thank me, there's still a spot available at the Presbyterian Hospital. Who do you want to go there?"

Who do you think is most likely to get injured?

"Then let's go with Stark. After all, he piloted the Jaeger to self-destruct, so it's normal for him to get grazed by shrapnel. I'll call the hospital director later and ask him to organize an Expert Consultation. I'll send you the reimbursement form for the consultation fee later. As for the hospitalization expenses..."

Natasha said, "The usual routine: top-class ward, top-class nursing care. By the way, do you know any good Doctor? We'll have one stay with you the whole time, and we'll pay him by the hour."

"It's a coincidence that I know a pretty good Doctor. Of course, he only has one drawback, which is that he charges a lot of money. Oh no, now that should be considered an advantage..."

That evening, Coulson came in, followed by Natasha and two other agent, who were carrying a large stack of reports.

Schiller rubbed his hands together and said, "Let me see, this should be our result for today, right? How about Nick?"

"Director Nick berated everyone present. The generals didn't even get a chance to say a word. He criticized the military from top to bottom, from their misappropriation of military funds to develop dangerous biological weapons, to their disregard for security agreements and unauthorized expansion of the arsenal."

"He cursed for at least six hours straight, without repeating a single word; his voice was practically etched into the walls of the Congressional meeting room..."

"Didn't the military say anything back?"

Natasha, with one hand on the documents and the other on her hip, said, "Why do you think Nick and General Robert didn't get along? It's because usually only General Robert could talk back. Now that he's dead, the rest of them are just wooden stakes from military academy, and all they can do is get yelled at."

Coulson shook his head and said, "The military has really lost face this time. The monster they created on their own has caused such a huge commotion. Congress can't just sit idly by. The Director has taken this opportunity to take another bite out of the country."

"The missing alien test subject also gave him a good excuse. Nick insisted that the military stole the test subject from S.H.I.E.L.D.. In fact, the senators also had some doubts about this. After all, S.H.I.E.L.D..'s stuff had just been lost, and the military had created a monster. The two things seemed to be related."

"Won't they question S.H.I.E.L.D..'s security measures?"

"Security measures? When did S.H.I.E.L.D.. have such things?"

"That was just an excuse, wasn't it?" Schiller asked. "That Symbiote didn't actually escape from your area... wait, is it?"

Natasha shrugged and said, "Nobody knows. The entire staff of the Department of Dangerous Biological Containment was killed last December, and then they were killed again this March when the budget was tight."

Well, Schiller thought, it no longer mattered where Venom came from. He was now very much looking forward to seeing how Venom would develop after Stark had been its host.

After a while, Nick's voice came through the walkie-talkie again. "No, the accounts still don't balance. You guys need to think of a way to get more."

Natasha and Coulson complained together that they had come up with every possible solution, even the absurd reason of spending money to prevent the plague when a few rats died in the street.

Schiller rolled up his sleeves and said, "I have a good idea that can at least balance your accounts for a year."

Natasha and Coulson both looked at him. Natasha said, "You may not understand, Doctor..."

"Actually, I think you could find a way to grant me a license to be a legitimate sanatorium, and then regularly send a batch of agent who have gone crazy from work stress here for treatment."

"Convalescence always requires beds and medications. Of course, since S.H.I.E.L.D. agent so dedicated to serving the country, the standards for wards and beds must be high, and the best medications must be used."

"Mental health sanatoriums are different from regular hospitals. Our aim is to help patients achieve a relaxed and peaceful state of mind. At the very least, there should be a spa, a gym, and a yoga and meditation Lounge."

"Of course, this is just the most basic requirement. To achieve better treatment results, we also need a horse farm, a livestock farm, and a Gaul course..."

"Of course, these facilities are not enough. Many sports must be conducted under the guidance of professionals, such as yoga masters from India, meditators from the Himalayas, world equestrian Champion, zoologists, naturalists, race car drivers, and so on."

"I know, I know, it may cost a lot, but the agent have shed blood and sweat for the country, and this is what they deserve."

"Of course, the location can't be too far away. I think New York City area is a good option. Although such a large piece of land is indeed very expensive, it's convenient."

"Of course, considering that New York is not very peaceful, the building standards must be based on earthquake resistance of level 10 or above. The building cannot be Character Design; it must be designed by world-class architectural masters. The construction team cannot be sloppy either. What is the name of the largest construction company in the United States again? I think their construction quality should be quite good."

"A ribbon-cutting ceremony is also essential after the completion of the project. If a certain gentleman on Capitol Hill is willing to loosen his grip, then the media can be invited to give him a chance to shine."

"We are happy to welcome all political parties to come here to give speeches and express their condolences. You know, these are all genuine soldiers who have dedicated themselves to the country. If we want their support, we can't skimp on donations, can we?"

"Of course, if he donates a lot, we can also give him an honorary dean position. You know, I don't mind..."

After Schiller finished speaking, Nick Fury roared through the walkie-talkie on Coulson's waist, "Coulson! Get him in my office within ten minutes!! Now!! Immediately!!"

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