"As soon as possible, James, our most important investor lacks patience."

"Mysterious Investor." James added, "You act like someone pressed a dagger around your neck."

Wilson Fisk could not have made United Construction Company just a construction contractor. If he wanted to be a developer and a real estate tycoon, he would inevitably have conflicts with the old Manhattan real estate companies. But fortunately, he had an opportunity to dive in the New York real estate company and gained a lot of money from his funders to acquire those shares. The 9/11 incident was a psychological shadow for Americans. Now this psychological shadow is to be added to the Battle of New York and the UN headquarters speech of the Emperor Latvinia, and there are also dozens of meters high war engines to destroy Wall Street.

Under the guidance of some people, Wilson Fisk was very smart to invest in the stocks of military-industrial enterprises, pharmaceutical enterprises and grain enterprises many times as many as possible. He planned to hold those stocks for a long time because he foreseeed the war that will continue to happen in the future. Weapons, equipment, medicines and food will be hard currency that will continue to appreciate in the future. However, he is just a white glove for many people with social status. The discord between the Republican and Democratic state legislators will eventually turn into cash flow into Wilson Fisk's wallet and engineering under the matchmaking of investors, and the money of both sides will live in harmony and create wealth together.

"I don't understand why you're so anxious, Fisk." James Wesley helped his gold-rimmed glasses and slowly wrote and painted on the memo. It was largely his credit for United Construction's ability to reach this kind of half-black and half-white situation. Wilson Fisk's lofty ambition made him unwilling to be a gang leader who controls several communities. James Wesley did not look up, but his tone became much more sarcastic than before. "The last time we shipped weapons almost gave us one more felony, and the profit was extremely low. This is not the right attitude to do business, even if you donate to the Rifle Association."

"My friend, some businesses are not used to make money, not to ensure that other businesses can continue."

“Aren’t we enough checks for the Senators and the Governor?” James Wesley said, “they’re getting bigger and bigger now.”

"The world will be in chaos soon, and now everyone in this world is in danger. The Fed's increase in gold... When the financial market completely collapses, there will be no United States. At that time, only those with military personnel on this land have the right to speak. We need to accumulate strength and even master an army. We make money not only to make money, James, but we are all to make a better life for ourselves and our families."

"You miss Vanessa." James Wesley pointed out the problem keenly. James Wesley objected to his friend's obsession with the curator, but because of his repeated insistence, James Wesley really couldn't say anything against Wilson Fisk, a person who had no chance of love in his life, rejected this relationship. "Can I ask her how she is?"

"She's doing well." Wilson Fisk sighed. He rarely covered his face, hiding the fatigue and anger in his eyes. Now he had only one prepaid anti-tracking phone with Vanessa, and the phone was not made in the United States or Europe. There was a time limit for each call to avoid the FBI's discovery of no registered communication signals in the building. He knew why James Wesley was rushing back today, and it must be the shit congressman in Las Vegas who tampered with the casino license. He knew that James Wesley had worked hard on this matter and there was no need to make his friends worry about Vanessa's affairs again.

After the last time that so-called Daredevil handed over the evidence collected to the FBI, James Wesley spent a lot of effort to completely destroy the evidence. He paid a lot, and Wilson Fisk never took the efforts of his friends for granted. The trust and money he paid were rewards for loyalty and hard work to James Wesley.

Sorrow and anger turn away.

Wilson Fisk picked up the diamond cane leaning against the table and stood up from the chair.

James Wesley was very happy that his friends did not continue to be depressed, which was not in line with the style of this profession. They were not a mafia with family as the core in the old era. They had time and mood to consider emotional factors such as inheritance and family. If he wanted to say, James Wesley hoped that Wilson could use this cane to smash the heads of several people. The last time he used the car door to crush people's heads was also wonderful, but it was a little troublesome when dealing with the vehicle. After all, the car was not only very expensive, but was also registered on the company's official car.

"I don't trust you, James, you are my best friend, but I'm worried that you know that this will bring you a burden and life danger in the future. The people who protect Vanessa are much more vicious than Hillary. The CIA is as cute as a sheep compared to them. I've seen them skin humans alive. That's definitely the most terrible nightmare. Just looking at it can drive people crazy." Wilson Fisk's eyes were cold. He took the document from James Wesley, which was a Nevada senator. The gangsters who controlled the Las Vegas casino have gone through several rounds of iterations. The rising coalition construction company will inevitably encounter other gangs that have formed alliances. It's already a very kind thing for the senator to just ask for money. "Luckily, it's not without benefits to dealing with the demons. At least the demons abide by the contract, at least the demons are trustworthy than politicians."

"What are you going to do?"

"It is rumored that King Solomon has gained wisdom in his dealings with the demons," said Wilson Fisk. "Information is wisdom, friend. The Republican forces here are retreating step by step, and it may be necessary to replace an obedient member of parliament."

"Even if we have a scandal of the third congressional district of Nevada, the scandal investigation and impeachment will take time. Whether we can survive the siege of local gangs in Las Vegas until then is a problem." James Wesley shook his head, "I know you want to establish prestige, but how do you know if the next guy who comes up will be as greedy after spending so much effort. It's still too early to lay out Las Vegas now. Although I don't object to the principle, you still do it. Doing this while the FBI is keeping a close eye on us is undoubtedly attracting attention. We have encountered much more trouble than expected."

"Don't be so stubborn, James. We can accidentally leak some information to the FBI, such as transaction records that do not exist at all. False information doesn't matter at all, just need other information to be true. Of course, I won't be too stubborn to think that everyone is an enemy. Do what I do, and I believe my friends will send information to my hands when the right time."

"If I guess correctly, your friend and the one who protects Vanessa should be the same organization," said James Wesley. "No one can get so many well-maintained Soviet weapons."
Chapter completed!