The Big Devil

Chapter 65 Meeting Jessica Again

Fisk has worked hard for more than ten years, taking both black and white, and doing both legal and illegal activities. Up to now, his accumulated wealth is less than [-] million US dollars.

At this moment, how can you not be tempted to hear that Wayne will make billions in one mouthful?
"Don't rush to talk about ways to make money, let me talk about my requirements first."

Wayne took a sip of his wine and said bluntly,
"If you make money, you will get [-]% and [-]% of it. You three and I will get [-]%. In addition, I will become a shareholder of your company with the money I make."

Fisk's expression froze upon hearing this.

If Wayne is not lying, such a large amount of money will be melted into Fisk's company, and Fisk's company will become Wayne's shape in the future.

Of course Wayne understood what Fisk was thinking, and smiled contemptuously:
"Let me tell you the truth, no matter who I work with, I can earn billions or even more! I found you only because I fell in love with your black and white contacts.

If you're really afraid that I'll take too much shares and rob your company, then forget it.People who can't see the longer-term interests are not worthy of my cooperation. "

Fisk laughed awkwardly a few times, and got into a tangle.

But he didn't linger for too long, nodded immediately, and said firmly: "If it is true that you can make so much money as you said, I agree to your terms!"

Wayne has a mysterious origin and is powerful. Even if the company changes into Wayne's shape in the future, Fisk still feels that he has earned his blood.

Because, Fisker's shares have decreased, but the total net worth has increased.

In addition, with Wayne as the major shareholder, Fisk is equivalent to sharing weal and woe with Wayne.

——Cooperating with Superman who is not afraid of swords and guns, the sense of security is simply overwhelming!
Satisfied with Fisk's choice, Wayne swung his wine glass, his eyes slanted to his left side: "Who do you think that is?"

Fisk turned his head following Wayne's gaze, and saw the prodigal Tony Stark standing among the beauties playing dice.

"That's Tony Stark, the chairman of Stark Industries, what's wrong?"

"What is the market value of Stark Industries?"

"Nearly trillions of dollars."

A set of Tony's battle armor is worth hundreds of millions, and he doesn't care if it is damaged, so the wealth he can freely control starts at least hundreds of billions!

Stark's market value of trillions is only a conservative estimate.

Wayne suddenly lowered his voice: "If, I mean, if Tony Stark disappeared suddenly, the kind of disappearance known all over the world, the kind of disappearance that lasts for a few months, the kind of unknown life and death, do you think we can How much money do you make from the stock market?"

"This...you..."

Fisk's face was stiff, his mouth squirmed for a long time, unable to speak, he stared blankly at Wayne, his eyes were as wide as a bull's eye.

He was stunned by the benefits contained in it, and even more frightened by the meaning of Wayne's words!

"Ding: Negative emotion value from Wilson Fisk +5"

Wayne is such a crazy guy!
"Don't look at me like that, I won't do that kind of kidnapping. I just heard some news from a special channel that someone is going to do something to Tony Stark."

Fisk looked at Wayne suspiciously, obviously not believing.

"If he looks at me like that again, I'll dig out your eyeballs!"

Wayne stared, "Just talk about this matter, can you operate it?"

Fisk frowned: "Stark is too important, he will be suspected and investigated. Stark has a strong connection with the military, and my connections can't handle it."

"No matter how they investigate, we are legal. In addition, as I said, we only get a few billion from it, which is inconspicuous compared to the large number that will evaporate at least [-] billion.

They don't have any evidence, and they can't move us from the outside.If they secretly want to use tricks, hehe..."

"Ha ha."

Hearing this, Fisk also laughed, people die for money, birds die for food, he decided to do it, nodded vigorously,
"Okay! Mr. Wayne, I will completely listen to you on this matter! Then I dare to ask, how much time is left for me to operate?"

Wayne recalled the plot, considering Tony's routine lateness, plus a series of things such as flying, rushing to the desert, displaying weapons, opening champagne, being attacked, news blocked, information delayed...

"40 hours, the time left for you, there are still [-] hours, take good care of it!"

Fisk: "..."

It's all accurate to the hour, and you still say you didn't do it! ! ?
Wayne glared again: "You don't want your eyeballs anymore, do you? Still look at me like that?"

Fisk quickly restrained his emotions, smiled, and stretched out his right hand: "Happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation." Wayne shook hands with Fisk.

Fisk was very excited, and he said his goodbyes and prepared to discuss this matter immediately.But suddenly, Fisk remembered another thing:

"By the way, Mr. Wayne, the 1000 million thing..."

Wayne waved his hand: "Of course it's still mine, but there's no rush to get it tonight, we'll settle the accounts together later."

Fisk nodded quickly.

With this 1000 million, he happened to have a lot more principal, and he could use leverage to short the shares of Stark Industries Group more boldly!
Thinking of this, Fisk was very excited, drank the cocktail in his glass in one gulp, and left in a hurry.

Wayne sat on the spot, dangling his wine glass, looking at Fisk's back, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

To buy people's hearts, force alone is not enough.

Convincing the opponent with fists is only the first step, the next step is to give the opponent an irresistible benefit.

Twice before and after, Fisk failed to counteract Wayne, and was already frightened by Wayne's force.

At this time, if Wayne can really make Fisk earn one billion dollars in one go, and combined with Wayne's mysterious identity...

Not to mention that it will definitely make Fisk do what he says in the future, but it is not difficult to borrow Fisk's connections and instruct him to do something in the future.

In this way, Wayne is no longer a rootless duckweed in this world.

Not only has huge wealth, but also has his own industry, power and connections in this world.

"Hmph, I'll see if there are any security guards who dare to stop me from entering the casino!" Wayne muttered as he drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Who would have thought that Wayne's reason for wanting to become a master was so plain and boring.

Standing up and refilling a glass of wine, Wayne didn't take the initiative to strike up a conversation with Tony.After all, Wayne is still not a green onion now, and Tony will not talk to him at all if he goes to the absolute hot face and puts a cold ass on his ass.

Holding the wine glass, Wayne realized that there was nothing urgent about it, so he took out a wad of cash from the treasury of the big devil, exchanged some chips, and started playing in the casino.

A small gamble is fun, but a big gamble hurts the body.

Wayne gambled a few times, won some small money, and was in a good mood.

But not everyone has such good luck as Wayne, let alone such a good mood as Wayne.

"Damn Falk, lost again! Shit!"

Just then, Wayne heard a whine.

Boom~~
Then, there was the sound of something collapsing.There was a lot of movement, and there was a commotion in the crowd.

Wayne turned his head and looked, good guy, I don't know which guy with bad gambling products, maybe he lost a lot of money, and he even ruined the whole mess!
Soon, the duty manager of the casino, accompanied by two security guards, appeared from the staff passageway, ready to check the situation in the riotous place.

Wayne also leaned over to watch the fun.

But when Wayne came closer, he suddenly became surprised.

Because Wayne knew the person who smashed the gaming table.She turned out to be Jessica Jones who punched Wayne in Hell's Kitchen a week ago.

Jessica was wearing a leather jacket on her upper body and a pair of face-colored jeans on her lower body. At this time, she was holding a large bottle of vodka in her hand. She smelled of alcohol and almost couldn't stand upright.

(End of this chapter)