Marvel: Why should I save you? We are close friends.

Inside the Fisk Building conference room,

Its interior decoration is extremely luxurious, yet it also has a cool atmosphere.

A group of gangsters sat around an oval conference table.

Their expressions varied, some were gloomy, some were cunning, and some were cruel.

Their eyes were like the north wind on a winter night, cold and biting.

They wore a variety of suits, from smooth silk to stiff wool.

It undoubtedly reveals their unique taste.

However, no matter how gorgeous their clothes are, they cannot hide the fact that they are low-class people from Hell's Kitchen.

When the door was pushed open and Chen Ye walked into the conference room, the air seemed to freeze.

He slowly walked to the other end of the table, sat in the main seat, and then quietly glanced at everyone present.

The gang leaders' eyes stayed on his face for a moment, then quickly moved away.

Emotions surged in their hearts: awe, curiosity, disdain, and even a hint of surprise.

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became tense, as if everyone was silently counting the time in their hearts, waiting for the drama that was about to unfold.

Jin Bing seemed to have no objection to Chen Ye sitting in the main seat.

I saw Jin Bing sitting at the lower right of Chen Ye.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Jin Bing waved his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet.

Then he said: "Thank you all for giving me this face, I won't steal the show."

"Today, we are gathered here. I believe everyone knows that it was my godson Chen Ye who invited everyone. Now let him speak."

Chen Ye then said: "Hello, all the garbage living in hell!"

His voice was deep and magnetic, as if it had a magical power that no one present could ignore.

As soon as these words were spoken, all the leaders were furious and began to curse.

"Chen Ye, what do you mean?"

"Is this meeting just for you to humiliate us?"

"Who are you to speak of us like that?"

Chen Ye calmly glanced at the gang leaders present. The only ones who were relatively calm were the leaders of the Irish gang and the British gang.

"Isn't it? Look at the way each of you looks. Who would say you are serious people?"

Tom, the leader of the Irish gang, couldn't help but say,

"Let's get to the point. We're not here for you to mock us."

Seeing this, Chen Ye also said straight to the point: "As for me, I am planning to open a community college here, and it is basically all ready."

"You all know that opening a school requires a lot of money. This time, we are mainly looking for your sponsorship, and we will also solve the enrollment problem at the same time."

Chen Ye paused, glanced at the crowd, and saw that they all had a look of wanting to say something but stopping themselves.

"Most importantly, I want all minors under the age of 18 in Hell's Kitchen to go to community college, including your family members and your gang members."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a burst of laughter in the conference room.

"Going to school, it makes me laugh to death."

"Asking gangsters to go to school is like asking sows to climb trees."

"I have never been to school since I was born, but I am still struggling to get by today."

At this time, the gang leaders felt that Chen Ye was a little whimsical, and everyone wanted to leave.

Tommy Shelby on the side asked curiously: "I can accept your conditions, but what do you have to pay?"

Everyone looked at Chen Ye.

Chen Ye was not flustered: "Before answering this question, I would like to ask everyone here, are you satisfied with your current life?"

"I live on the edge of a knife every day, and I live in fear every day. I may be driving a luxury car and living in a villa today, but I may be killed by my enemies and my head and body will be separated tomorrow."

“I believe that everyone here has achieved what they have today because they have contributed to the lives of dozens of people.”

"Because we live in hell, this is a place where the strong prey on the weak. If we want to survive, we must kill each other, even if that person is your relative."

As soon as Chen Ye's words came out, everyone was in silent thought.

Chen Ye then pointed at a gang leader and asked, "Joyce Budd, I remember your father was also a gang leader. Have you ever thought about what you would do if you were not a gangster?"

Joyce Budd thought for a moment and then said, "I've never thought about this question, because as far as I can remember, I've been in the gangs with my dad. Apart from the gangs, I've never done anything else."

Chen Ye then said, "See, you have no choice at all. Your parents never taught you what is the right thing to do, nor did they tell you that besides gangs, you can actually be an athlete or a teacher."

"Some people may even lose their parents to gang fights right after they are born."

"Here in Hell's Kitchen, all we can think about every day is how to survive, and survive by any means necessary. We have no choice, and we don't have time to think. We can only try our best to survive."

"If you had a choice, would you still want to live like this?"

Chen Ye could clearly feel that some gang leaders already agreed with what he said.

"Everyone here, even if you are a gang leader now, if we walk out of Hell's Kitchen, we will still be despised because we are born with the label of Hell's Kitchen."

"In the eyes of outsiders, Hell's Kitchen is just a bunch of unforgivable trash, the dregs of society."

"People outside always look at us with tinted glasses. They don't know our pain because no one speaks for us."

"It's not our fault that we were born in hell. But it's our fault if we don't change."

"I set up schools because they allow children to have choices and they can think about the life they want in a safe place at school."

"Don't let the next generation follow our path. Hell is already full of scum like us."

Chen Ye said passionately.

Jin Bing, who was standing next to him, looked at Chen Ye with a very gratified look. If there had been schools back then, perhaps there wouldn't be the underground emperor Jin Bing today.

"Are you sympathizing with us now?" a gang leader did not buy it.

Chen Ye stared coldly at the gang leader.

"You don't deserve my sympathy, and you don't need my sympathy."

"This is all your own choice. We are a bunch of bastards born in hell. Do you think you will stop selling drugs and pimping if you get some sympathy from others? Bastards have to eat too."

"I just want you to sympathize with the minors. Give them a chance, a chance to go to heaven."

"As for whether they want to go to heaven or continue to stay in hell, that is their own choice."

"I'm not a saint, and I don't want to be one. I'm just a bastard living in hell like you."

"The only difference is that I may have more conscience than you bastards."

After Chen Ye finished speaking, he glanced at the expressions of the gang leaders present. Their faces varied, some looked ashamed, some seemed thoughtful, but most of them looked impatient.

After all, those who can become gang leaders are all hard-hearted and ruthless.

I won’t be moved by just a few words from Chen Ye.

What everyone cares more about is profit.