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Chapter 124 Rebuilding New York (fourth update)
"The place we live in, what we call the 'city,' what is it?"

Michael Paso stood on the podium, facing New York celebrities from all walks of life, his full-bodied voice echoed through the speakers throughout the hall.

"Is it a large residential area where non-agricultural industries are concentrated? Or are cities just high-rise buildings? There is a lot of traffic? Does this definition refer to forests made of reinforced concrete?"

Michael glanced over all the guests one after another, and they all looked back at him politely.

"No, it's more than that. That's a very difficult question to answer, I say, and the answer is not certain. But one thing I do know for sure is that cities are more than buildings and mansions, it's about living in The people in it, and what its inhabitants build together.

Yesterday, New York was very unfortunately attacked, an attack from outside.Aliens have blown up our streets and buildings, vandalized our buildings and taken away many homes.

But what I want to say is that buildings and buildings, these are not representative of cities.If anything, I think they represent the past.The buildings and tall buildings we have erected not only reflect the achievements we have made, but also reflect the mistakes we have made and the setbacks we have suffered.Look around, everything we build is a silhouette of our own past. "

He spoke sonorously and forcefully, and every word was powerful.There was a brief pause as he spoke, and the hall fell silent for a while.

"But I, anyway, am a person who doesn't pay much attention to the past." He moved his eyes to somewhere in the crowd, "My secretary, Miss Elizabeth Betty, can attest that she is the only one who knows me well enough .”

People cast their eyes on Elizabeth one after another.The secretary was wearing a long white dress with an open back, and smiled gracefully and naturally.

"Many people may think that I have achieved a lot at a young age. Some people even call my company the empire I built. Some people ask me if I wake up at such a height every day. Little feeling, but the truth is, never.

Because I have always felt that, whether it is the success I have achieved or the failure I have encountered, these are in the past.The only thing they left me worth collecting was experience.I've always just focused on the future, on what else I can do, what I hope to make tomorrow. "

He took a step forward and opened his arms.

"This is what I want to lead this city to do now. To face the future, imagine the future, and imagine what New York will be like tomorrow. The alien invasion has brought us great losses, but it is also A chance, a chance to get back up and be better than before.

This is the most worthwhile project in my opinion.I've started this project with Paso Group funds to rebuild and transform the city into a better place than it was.And now here, at this party, I hope all of you, all of you who are here, will contribute funds to join this project.Let us unite and work together to shape our tomorrow. "

The speech ended with a wave of applause that filled the hall.The band started to play, the banquet continued, Michael stepped off the stage, and began to shake hands with the guests in turn to thank them.

"Very inspiring speech, sir." Elizabeth came to him with a glass of wine, "I am also very grateful that you mentioned my name. To be honest, I was a little flattered just now."

"How can it not be mentioned that you are one of the main people in charge of this project we just started. This means that you may be even busier in the next few months."

He glanced at Elizabeth.

"You can handle it, can't you?"

Elizabeth smiled.She swung her glass: "As long as you order, sir." Then she said half-jokingly, "But if you let me do everything, I may have to ask for a raise."

"Sure." Michael picked up the wine glass and touched her crisply, "You decide how much you want to add, and I approve it."

He doesn't sound like a joke.

"Ha, look who this is."

The majestic voice came from their right.Michael followed the prestige and saw a big man walking over who occupied the space of three people by himself.He was dressed in a suit tightly stretched by the flesh all over his body, his bald head was shiny, and he had a friendly smile on his face.

"Isn't this Mr. Passo, the most shining genius in America?" He extended his hand friendly.

Wilson Fisk, entrepreneur, philanthropist, one of the richest people in New York, the city's local snake.

These are his identities on the surface.But behind the scenes, he also has a name called "Jin Bin".He dominates the criminal world of New York, and his energy can even affect the bright side from the dark side of New York. He has power in the New York Police Department and even the FBI.It can be said that he is one of the most dangerous people in this city.

Well, maybe it should be added, just dangerous for most normal people.

Michael held his huge palm: "Mr. Fisk."

Michael knows exactly who he is and everything about his criminal empire.But Michael had no particular dislike for Kim and his business.

In his view, crime is a reflection of the dark side of a city and an inevitable part of social development.In terms of results, Jin Bin's existence effectively managed and restrained criminals in New York. He maintained order to a certain extent, so that armed conflicts and violence would not be excessive.

But this is not to say that he agrees with Jin Bing's approach, and he is too lazy to comment on it.Because the fact is that he is the head of a global superintelligence agency, and their headquarters is floating in outer orbit at this moment to monitor every move on the entire planet.His work scope has included dealing with large-scale terrorist attacks, large-scale international conflicts, high-risk superpower out-of-control events, and alien invasions. When you have so many things to do, you will find trivial things like gang crime in a city. Little facts are not worth wasting energy on.

"A touching speech." Wilson Fisk shook his hand and said sincerely, "Especially the part you mentioned about New York's past, believe me, you can't imagine how deep I was in that speech." resonance."

"You were born in New York?"

"Native-born," Fisk said. "I grew up in New York. All the way to where I am today, I have seen the dark side of the city that you can't imagine."

He sighed and said: "People often seem to think that New York is a place full of gold and opportunities, and that's all they can see. Although this is true to a certain extent, but this is how to sum up the city , It is undoubtedly too one-sided. New York is not just a glamorous and prosperous appearance, the real New York is much more complicated."

He turned around and met Michael's eyes.

"You are a real genius, Mr. Passo, with great potential. But you have to know that in such a city, brains and wealth alone are not enough to help you gain a foothold. Sometimes, you need some people with real ability. , powerful friends."

Fisk bites the word "power" hard, as if to emphasize his confidence in it, only he's completely unaware that he's flaunting it with the last person on earth who shouldn't be talking about it.

Michael remained calm and said, "Thank you for your call, Mr. Fisk. If you don't mind, the Paso Group may happen to need your help in the project I just mentioned."

Fisk spread his hands readily: "Anything you need, just ask for it. I'll see if I can come up with a solution."

"Thank you, we can make another appointment to discuss in detail." Michael said, "We still have a lot of details to negotiate."

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(End of this chapter)