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

They spent a lot of time and energy on science and technology exhibitions and performances.

This is what they deserve.

At this moment, a voice came from the side.

Fisk tilted his head.

Agent Natasha walked towards me with graceful steps.

She was wearing a black business suit, the well-tailored suit fit her body perfectly and outlined her curves.

The top has a small V-neckline, which perfectly shows her beautiful neck line. The slim design highlights her slender waist, making her look capable and charming.

The trousers on her lower body were straight and slender, and the smooth lines extended down her legs, making her legs look straighter and taller. Her red hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, swaying gently with her movements. On her delicate face, a pair of deep eyes were looking at Fisk with a strange look, and that look seemed to hide fear or some elusive thoughts.

"The Stark Group is not just about making money.

We have held various performances to bring joy and artistic enjoyment to people. We have also devoted ourselves to charity to help those in need improve their lives.

Many meaningful speeches were also organized to spread positive concepts and ideas.

Making money is important, but contributing to society and making the world a better place is what we really pursue." Natasha walked to the side of Tony Stark. In addition to holding champagne, she was also holding a document. Just from her appearance, she could tell that she was a very professional elite woman.

"Natasha, I'm looking for you!" Tony Stark's eyes lit up and he immediately said, "Mr. Fisk, this is my new chief secretary, Ms. Natasha.

She should know how much money Stark Group made last quarter."

"About 9.6 billion US dollars." Natasha said casually: "You know, Stark Group is not just an arms dealer, we are a multi-faceted complex industrial group.

In addition to the arms business, in the energy field, the new clean energy technologies we have developed are changing the global energy landscape.

In terms of technology and communication, our ultra-high-speed network equipment and advanced communication technology make information transmission faster and more secure.

We are also present in the medical field, with the latest medical devices and treatment plans saving countless lives. We are also involved in the entertainment industry, and the film and music projects we invested in have achieved great success.

In short, Stark Group's tentacles extend to various key areas, bringing innovation and progress to the world."

Fisk clapped his hands and said, "Mr. Stark, it is really enviable that you have such a professional secretary."

"Thank you for the compliment. Natasha has always been very professional." Tony Stark also smiled.

"But!" Fisk suddenly changed the subject, "Do you know how much money did New York's health insurance companies and hospitals make in the last quarter since the new health care bill was enacted?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Many hospitals are public rather than private.

Many private hospitals are not listed, so there is no need to publish financial reports.

"It's 12 billion dollars!"

"Twenty billion?" Even Tony Stark couldn't help but gasp.

"How can this be?"

You know, Stark Industries is a huge group covering the entire world.

He has millions of employees alone.

We have branches in most countries.

Such a huge company spanning the entire globe.

It made $9.6 billion just last quarter.

Of course, this is pure profit, and it is already very exaggerated.

But it lost to a tiny New York City.

“Nothing is impossible, New York is an international metropolis.

This is not only a financial center, but also a medical center. Many top hospitals and experts in surgery and internal medicine are located here.

People from all over the world come here to seek medical treatment, especially for some difficult and complicated diseases, which can only be saved in a top medical city like New York.

Ever since New York became a pilot city.

Subsidies from the U.S. Congress, combined with double the treatment plans for foreigners who are unable to purchase commercial insurance, have increased the revenue of the entire New York medical industry fivefold, with total revenue of $12 billion last quarter.

And that’s just New York.

If we include Washington, San Francisco, Los Angeles, etc., the medical assistance will increase at a rate of 2% to 6% per year, and the minimum increase will be 20% and the maximum will be 60% in ten years. It is estimated that in twenty years, the US population will exceed 300 million, and the annual medical assistance will exceed 1 trillion US dollars. But even so, most people still cannot afford to see a doctor!

Because Medicaid is going up.

This also means that hospital taxes are also rising.

Rising taxes mean that patients’ medical expenses will also increase.

This is a bill that seems to benefit the country and the people.

But in fact, this is a trap that has been designed long ago." Fisk finished drinking the champagne in his hand, "So, Mr. Stark, you asked me which project is the most profitable, then I can only tell you that the most profitable are not businessmen, but the IRS, Capitol Hill, and politicians... They can make endless money into some people's pockets by just making a law casually. "

"Excellent!" Stark clapped his hands vigorously. "To be honest, I thought you, Mr. Fisk, would say that buying shares of Stark Industries would be the most profitable!"

"Hahaha, it's really profitable." Fisk laughed heartily, "But I don't like stock trading."

"That's such a pity."

The two men clinked their glasses again. Tony Stark looked at the time, yawned tiredly, and said, "Sorry, sir, that's all for today. I have to go to rest. Natasha, please help me entertain Mr. Fisk." As he spoke, he blinked at Fisk.

Then he turned and left, leaving Natasha and Fisk behind. Fisk greeted Natasha playfully: "Beautiful lady, it looks like there are only two of us left now." But Natasha was reluctant to pay attention to Fisk and just stood there coldly.

Fisk raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes cunning: "Ms. Natasha, I'm curious, what is your purpose in approaching Tony Stark?"

Natasha frowned and shot back, "Mr. Fisk, this doesn't seem to concern you."

Fisk smiled, leaned forward, and kept his eyes on the other's open collar: "Maybe it is related!"

Natasha snorted softly, "I can be sure that it has nothing to do with it!"

The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became tense.

Just now.

A dark palm.

Suddenly grabbed the sandwich on the table.

Fisk glanced at the owner of the hand, a fat black man wearing a leather coat.

He wore a black wide-brimmed soft hat with the brim pulled down so low that it almost covered his eyes. His black leather coat looked a little old, but it exuded a weathered aura, as if it had witnessed countless fierce battles and dangerous missions.

He was wearing a dark shirt under the coat. He was tall and strong, like a thick wall, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

His shoulders are broad, as if they can carry the weight of the world.

His face is dark, as if it has been polished by the wind and sand of time, revealing a sense of determination and vicissitudes.

As his head was raised, the brim of the hat could no longer effectively cover his face. Under his thick eyebrows was a pair of deep and sharp eyes, like the eyes of a falcon, sharp and cold, as if it could penetrate people's hearts.

It's a pity that he only has one eye.

The other eye was covered by an eyepatch.

There are very noticeable scratches on the upper and lower parts of the eye mask.

He had a cigar dangling from the corner of his mouth, with smoke rising up, blurring his features and adding a bit of mystery and banditry.

His chin was covered with short, hard stubble, highlighting his ruggedness and unruliness.

His right hand was casually placed in his coat pocket, as if ready to pull out some deadly weapon at any time.

He held the cigar in his hand and kept stuffing the sandwich on the table into his mouth.

Soon, he ate up the small plate of sandwiches, as if he was a starving ghost reincarnated.

"Tsk tsk, the famous Nick Fury, didn't you have dinner tonight?

Do you want me to get you another plate?

All of this today is Tony Stark's treat.

Free to eat, eat as much as you want. ”

Fisk leaned back on the couch.

Zhao Xuexi is not around now, this is a public place after all.

Otherwise it would be troublesome if photographed by paparazzi.

After all, their girl group's performance tonight will definitely make headlines around the world tomorrow.

After all, theirs is not an ordinary concert, but a giant projection concert that uses the latest projection technology.

It is the first case in the whole world.

Number one will always be famous, like Mount Everest.

Comparison.

What's the second one called?

Zhao Xuexi is with her teammates at this moment.

Not far away, he was accepting interviews from the media.

Of course, in addition to their girl group, some politicians and celebrities who wanted to take advantage of the popularity also swarmed around like flies, which intensified the excitement over there and made it the center of the entire banquet.

As a result, even though Tony Stark was sitting here, no one was willing to come over for an interview.

However, this gave Fisk a rare moment of peace in this noisy banquet hall.

Unfortunately, he was originally planning to flirt with Ms. Natasha, with whom he had a brief affair in Washington, but he didn't expect that the bald black man would sit opposite him.

Nick Fury seemed to be choking a little.

He reached out and took a big sip of champagne, then patted his chest and said, "No need, Mr. Fisk, I just missed dinner. But now I'm full, so I won't bother you." Nick Fury winked at Natasha, who immediately turned and left.

"Don't go, Ms. Natasha, don't you miss me?"

Natasha had no intention of paying any attention to Fisk and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

"Have a cigar?" Nick Fury took out a cigar box from his arms and handed it to Fisk.

"No, I have my own." Fisk performed a magic trick and a thick cigar as thick as a thumb appeared on his palm.

Nick Fury shrugged and put away his cigar. "Actually, I've always wanted to find a chance to talk to you, Mr. Fisk."