The transaction has now been officially completed, and Fisker suddenly stood up and felt lost.

After he came to this company, he first lost his power, and changed from a boss to a younger brother who was controlled by others. Then he was humiliated and looked down upon throughout the country and regarded as a low-level existence. Then he was compensated. All the assets under his name, except for those who were left to the Joint Investigation Bureau as a step, had to be transferred to others. Finally, he was cedeed and the three above were completed. Can its chassis still belong to him?

But after enduring such a big routine, Fisk Vanessa helped her out of the life capsule. Looking at her lover who had a rosy face and had completely recovered, she had to turn back and say "Thank you!"

Then Fisk was about to take Vanessa away. Although Evanson patted his chest and promised that after her treatment, Vanessa would definitely recover completely. Not only was she cured of the poison, but even the underlying diseases in her body were cured.

But Fisk was still worried. He always felt that after Vanessa suffered this problem, she would have to go back and take care of her for a while. No matter whether she needed it or not, she would always take care of her meticulously for a while. This is a rare opportunity to show her diligence.

However, when Fisker and his group were about to reach the door, Evanson suddenly stopped him, "Mr. Fisk, to be honest, I don't understand you."

"Oh?" Fisk turned to look at Evanson and asked in confusion, "Why did you say this?"

"I can see that you are an aspiring person, and your ambition is by no means as simple as money and power." Although Evanson's tone of this was certain, most of it was speculation.

He just felt that if a person pursues money and power, he would definitely enjoy it. But what enjoyment does Fisk enjoy? He is a low-key person. In terms of life, although he lives much better than ordinary people and poor people, his life is not luxurious at all, and it can even be said to be simple at all.

Moreover, he is also middle-aged. At his age and his identity, he should have long been hugging his beautiful wife and concubines, with a lot of wives and lovers, and a lot of children. But in fact, his only girlfriend was just picked up by him some time ago.

You said that this is not like a person who enjoys money and power? So a person as restrained as him must have higher pursuits.

"That's right." Fiske had a rather unpleasant aura. It was not a shame anyway, so it would be okay to say it. "I was born in Hell's Kitchen. It was a very bad place, full of idle people, social cancers, parasites. They made that place worse. My ambition was to use my hands to clear them, turn the place where I was born into a good place, and no longer call it Hell's Kitchen."

Fisk is not good at speaking, but his simple, unpretentious and powerful words make him more realistic in his determination to fulfill his ambitions.

"Oh, that's it." Evanson scratched his head. This is still a new generation of ideal black bosses. "I don't want to comment on whether your ambition is good or bad, but I always feel that you don't care much about it."

"Maybe this is the case in your opinion." Fisker gritted his teeth and said, "People like you don't know how difficult it is." He obviously regarded Evanson as the kind of person who was born with a golden key in his arms and did not know the sufferings of the people. He had no idea that he was actually one of the poor people.

"Maybe it's a little difficult," Evanson said, shook his head, "but I still think you didn't do your best."

"What do you mean?" Even though the situation is stronger than others, but people have repeatedly denied their efforts, Fisk's credit still has a faint anger.

"What does it mean? Hum..." Evanson snorted coldly, walked to the table and knocked on it and said, "You said that with your current power and financial resources, it is impossible to compete for the mayor of New York, but is it difficult to get a position as a Clinton district councillor?"

The black boss is shameful in the scenery. It is useless to spend so much money every year to bribe a group of broken police. It would be better to use the money to go out for elections and get a federal government official.

But Fisk sneered at this, "When I was able to choose, I had no money or power, but now I have money and power, but I am not qualified to go to the election." Although the previous record in the United States is not too serious, but I am really not qualified to become an official like this.

But Evanson shook his head at this, saying you are also a smart person, why are you not breathable in this matter? "You are not clean, but you have so many younger brothers under you, but you can't find a few clean ones? Who is the capitalist who is rushing to become an official these days? Don't you raise a group of political pets in front of the stage? You have this condition and have such great ambitions, why don't you do what you can do?"

"You want the federal police to do your business, but you think of this method of bribery. At most, you can control a detective. With this skill, you can't find a group of younger brothers with good qualifications, high education, and clean backgrounds to send them to the police academy?"

"After they graduate and join the federal police force, they will be the police and gangster family. At that time, you can book some more books and make a few major cases for them to find out. With this cooperation, they will not dream of upgrading to level three a year. In a few years, maybe they will be forced to the position of the chief of the Hell Kitchen Police Department."

"The police in Hell Kitchen are under their control, they are under your control, and with a district councillor's political pet, you can eat both black and white. You are more useful in saying words in Hell Kitchen than the president. By that time, will your ambition still be that difficult?"

Oh! Can you still play like this?! After hearing these words, Fisk suddenly realized that he almost slapped himself in the bald head. Could this be the dirty routine of the legendary capitalist and politician? He used to think that he was quite despicable and vicious, but now compared with them, he is simply like a child.

"Listen to you, it's better than reading for ten years!" Fiske said nothing for a long time. Mrs. Gao hurried out to smooth things out at this time. "Since ancient times, there has been a one-word teacher. Today, I can teach you and answer questions. Then he can be your disciple!"

Hey, you're really hitting a snake and sticking it. Evanson was speechless about Mrs. Gao's approach to making relationships. I'm just because I've watched too many movies and sighed. Why did a child suddenly pop up?

Who knew that Fisk actually bowed and bowed, "Teacher, I've been taught." In terms of dirty routines, you are indeed my teacher! Besides, in less than an hour, everything belongs to you. Then you are not a teacher, who is the teacher?
Chapter completed!