Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

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Chapter 18 The secret in the painting!

"I have asked three thousand questions, how can I achieve immortality?"

Fisk looked at the painting in front of him, a disdainful smile on his face.

"Oh, my head hurts!" Melanie walked into the room, holding her head. "How much did I drink yesterday?" As soon as she walked in, she heard Fisk reciting ancient poems in Chinese. She was stunned for a moment, but soon returned to normal. "Boss, what are you talking about?"

"You drank two bottles of whiskey yesterday... If you drink so much at work next time, I will deduct your salary!" Fisk raised the oil painting in his hand and pointed it at the incandescent light on the ceiling. "I said, this painting is not as simple as it looks, and it is true."

"Boss! I absolutely cannot drink so much during working hours!" Melanie objected and walked over, "Is there anything wrong with this painting?"

"On the other side of the ocean, hundreds of years ago, there was an official who held a high position, second only to the emperor and above all others. When people reach a high position, they will accept bribes, but there are too many people giving gifts, so he came up with a way... He created a collection of poems, which contained various poems.

Most of these poems seem to be quite absurd.

However, since he was in a high position, his subordinates all flattered him.

He also enjoys it.

Wrote more poems.

And the frequency of creation is getting higher and higher.

But then, he fell.

After being severely tortured, people discovered that these poems were actually records of bribery!

Just like this poem!" After a brief thought, Fisk translated the poem into English: "On the day of Jiachen, Simao, the room was full of guests and friends, seeking three thousand questions, how to achieve immortality.

I don't remember the following content, but the three thousand refers to three thousand taels of silver, and Jiachen Simao Day refers to the Jiachen year, Jisi month, and Jimao day, which means that on a certain day of a certain month, a full house of guests was invited to hold a banquet at home. Some people drank too much and gave me three thousand taels while drunk, saying that they were seeking immortality, but in fact they wanted to pursue the path of promotion!

This oil painting is similar in nature!"

Fisk kept comparing the image with the drawing paper under the incandescent light.

Soon I saw the words covered in paint.

It was a series of long and thin numbers, each with seven or more digits. It looked very complicated, but if you only took a part of it, you could understand each string of numbers.

For example - 689919950212131550000.......

Excluding the 6899 in front, the following should be the date, time and the amount of bribes received or the amount of bribes given... As for the 6899 in front, it should be the code name of a certain person.

If you look closely at a digital painting like this one, you'll see hundreds of them.

The earliest one can be traced back to 1995.

When Fisk saw this, he began to recall the relevant information he had found about this senator.

“1995… Hey, Melanie, help me find it.

Where did I put the newspaper I collected before?

I remember it was right here!"

Melanie responded and began to search the house.

Fuzi came in from outside with coffee.

I also have breakfast bought from Chinatown.

When he saw Melanie, he immediately rushed over angrily, "Didn't you promise me that you wouldn't drink anymore?"

"Don't worry, I didn't drink much, just a little bit." Melanie waved her hand nonchalantly and found the slightly yellowed newspaper from the blood-stained gauze on the ground.

Campaign newspapers like this one are usually distributed free on the streets.

And according to incomplete statistics, newspapers like this usually appear in recycling bins within 24 hours.

Therefore, each campaign team will cut corners in this regard and choose cheap materials that can only be guaranteed not to oxidize within 48 hours to make newspapers.

This can greatly reduce the cost of campaigning.

Apparently, this newspaper was printed more than 48 hours ago.

Therefore, oxidation and yellowing have begun.

But fortunately, the characters above were not affected and are still clearly visible.

"Boss, is this the one?"

"Ah, yes!"

Fisk took the campaign newspaper and looked it over, and soon found what he needed in a key position.

There are usually three things in a campaign newspaper like this.

The first thing is the candidate's name. This name must be the most eye-catching part of the entire newspaper, and it must be relatively catchy so that people can remember it at a glance.

The second thing is the candidate's achievements - all of them.

Even if it's just something like helping an old lady cross the street, it will definitely be written on it.

The third thing is qualifications, because a successful candidate must have rich qualifications.

And this is exactly what Fisk is looking for.

"1995... here!" Fisk pointed at the content in the newspaper, "In February 1995, Congressman Robert Benn successfully ran for New York City Council with a slight advantage, and served as the head of the New York City Municipal Administration that month... Hehehe, Melanie, who said that this kind of oil painting is not valuable? This oil painting is worth more than million US dollars, at least million US dollars. But there is no way to make a senator who has a chance to be elected as the President of the United States in the future obey his orders!"

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Ena Maynard was wearing high heels, a short skirt and uniform that only white-collar elites on Wall Street would wear, and she was carrying a briefcase. If she were in the financial district of Manhattan Peninsula, there would be no problem with this outfit.

But here it is…in Hell’s Kitchen.

There is something very wrong with this outfit.

At least, many homeless people cast malicious glances at him.

Many gang members' eyes were slowly fixed on Ena Maynard's curvy body.

Ena Maynard initially ignored the looks.

But as they walked into Hell's Kitchen, Ena Maynard began to rummage through her briefcase until she pulled out a dagger and hung it around her waist. Only then did the eyes that were fixed on her slowly shift away.

Entering from the 34th Street entrance, you will first pass through the area controlled by the Russians, then pass through the area controlled by the Irish, and finally reach the area controlled by the Italians.

Ena Maynard had not chosen this route deliberately; the subway she took only went as far as Thirty-fourth Street.

However, this also allowed her to see the chaotic Irish area.

Gang members dressed in black suits surrounded the entire Irish area.

They blocked the entire Irish area, no matter whether they were entering or leaving, all were blocked inside, and the black suits almost became a towering wall. People inside could not get out, and people outside could not get in, even those seemingly harmless children and women were all blocked inside the Irish area and could not move.

Although, both the entrance and exit were blocked, and there was no way to see what was happening inside through the wall of people.

But the occasional gunshots from inside still told the people around that something bloody was going on over there.

The Italians and Russians came out to see the show.

One Italian even struck up a conversation with an Irishman who was blocking the door at the intersection.

He seemed to be familiar with the Irishman.

However, the other party was obviously unwilling to say more.

After just a few words, the two parted ways.

But this still attracted the attention of the people around.

"What's going on, what are these Irish people doing?"

"He said he lost something and was looking for it!"

"What's that?"

"How should I know? Go ask him yourself." The Italian combed his few hairs.

Looking at the Russian who came over, he smiled maliciously and said, "Why, did you steal it?"

"Why, everyone in Europe knows that Milan and Rome are the hometowns of thieves."

"Hahaha, St. Petersburg might as well give more."

The Italians and the Russians ridiculed each other.

But they all had smiles on their faces, watching the Irish people making fun of them.

Ena Maynard also mixed in the crowd to watch the show.

She heard a voice coming from the other side.

I thought to myself, could it be something they stole last night?

Just as I was thinking about it, a large group of Mexicans came over from a distance.

Leading the group were two burly Mexican men with bald heads and similar faces, who looked like twins. They were wearing almost identical suits, except that one was gray and the other was khaki, and they had two pistols tucked into their waists.

Behind them, there were more than twenty Mexican thugs.

Their attire is naturally not that formal and appears to be quite casual.

However, everyone had a ferocious look on their face.

As soon as they came over, the Irishman stepped forward to stop them and said, "What are you doing?

Get out! "

"We need to go in and pick someone up."

“This isn’t Mexico.”

The Irishman showed no sign of backing down. “Don’t the people of the Salaman family understand English?

Then I will say it again in a slow tone... Get lost!"

"Oh!"

Gunfire rang out.

The Irish never imagined that these Mexicans would actually dare to open fire.