Some people could never settle down and just live an ordinary life.
Tony Stark was one of them. His experiences in Afghanistan had led him to decide to shut down Stark Industries' weapons division. That decision would send the company's stock plummeting.
At the bar in the restaurant, Alvin looked up at the television, where Stark's press conference was being broadcast live.
Foggy was too nervous to watch. He clutched the back of Matt's shirt and buried his head against Matt's shoulder, too afraid to look at Stark speaking on the screen.
When Stark announced that he would permanently shut down Stark Industries' weapons division, Foggy sprang out from behind Matt. "Yeah! We're gonna be rich!"
Alvin was thrilled, too. He picked up little Ginny and planted a big kiss on her, laughing. "Daddy's rich! Daddy's gonna buy Ginny lots of toys, okay?"
Ginny didn't really understand what "rich" meant yet. But Daddy was happy, so Ginny was happy, too. She raised her little hand and high-fived Foggy, who was running wild in circles around the restaurant, shouting, "Yeah!"
Matt, whose mood had been low for the past few days, said, "Foggy, cut it out! Come tell us how much you're going to make this time."
Mr. Foggy Nelson, the Columbia graduate, paused and did the math in his head for about fifteen seconds. Then he said glumly, "This is a big deal, so I got an alumnus to help me place the trades with five-to-one leverage. I figure we'll make about five times what we put in." He let out a long sigh.
Dr. Yinsen, holding an ice pack to his head, winced in pain and asked curiously, "Man, you're rich now. Why don't you look happy?"
Foggy glared at Matt, annoyed. "Because I'm not the one getting rich!