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

Dimitrescu also got out of the car. Her tall figure and strong aura instantly attracted the attention of many people around her.

Susan looked around and saw people coming and going in a hurry, as if they were busy with something important.

“Is it always this lively here?”

Susan couldn't help but ask.

Just as she was wondering, a staff member in a suit hurried over and saluted respectfully to Dimitrescu: "Madam, there is an important business summit being held in the building today, and Mr. Fisk is already looking for you." Dimitrescu nodded slightly to show her understanding.

She said to Susan, "Susan, take the girls to their lessons. I have to go to work." Susan nodded and said with a smile, "Okay, go ahead. I wish you all the best." Dimitrescu responded with a faint smile and turned to walk into the building.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries and then parted ways.

Led by Gwen and the others, Susan walked towards the side of the building.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but they had just stepped into the building when they met Richard and Johnny who had also arrived here not long ago.

Leading the group was a young man in a casual suit. Susan knew this man. His name was Doom and he was Richard's good friend.

We often got together when we were in college.

When Doom saw Susan and the others, he was slightly startled, then he gave a polite smile.

Richard seemed a little surprised. He didn't expect to meet Susan here.

Johnny looked excited and seemed to have a lot to say.

Susan looked at them, feeling somewhat helpless. She frowned slightly, with a hint of annoyance in her eyes.

She didn't want to meet Richard and his friends at this time, after all, she had just rejected Richard's invitation. She hoped to take the girls to tutoring as soon as possible and stay away from these unnecessary troubles. But fate always seemed to like to play tricks on people, making her meet them at this inappropriate time.

"Susan, I knew you would catch up." Richard said excitedly, with a smug smile on his face. His eyes were full of anticipation, as if he was waiting for Susan's response.

However, before he finished speaking, Gwen pressed the button of the elevator next to her expressionlessly. Gwen's action was quick and decisive, without any hesitation.

Her eyes were firm and indifferent, as if telling Johnny not to bother them again. Then, Gwen pulled Susan into the elevator. Susan was a little surprised by Gwen's behavior, but she did not resist and obediently followed Gwen into the elevator.

Richard was stunned, and his smile froze on his face instantly.

He stared blankly at the elevator door slowly closing, his heart filled with loss and confusion. He didn't understand why Gwen treated him so coldly, nor why Susan didn't respond to him. He stood there, at a loss.

Johnny wanted to say something, too.

Bella, the eldest of the three sisters, tilted her head and looked at him with disdain in her eyes: "You are so ugly, are you really teacher Susan's brother?

Maybe I took the wrong baby back then, I can’t say for sure.”

Bella's tone was flat, without any emotion. Her words were like a cold sword, piercing Johnny's heart. After that, Bella ignored him and followed him into the elevator.

Johnny's face turned very ugly, and his self-esteem was greatly hit. He looked at the elevator door closing tightly, and his heart was filled with anger and helplessness.

He wanted to refute Bella's words, but he didn't know what to say.

Doom patted the two men on the shoulders and said, "Let's go up. I am confident that I can buy the ownership of this project. This is your hard work, Richard. Don't let this little setback defeat you, okay? I'm counting on you to take me to space!"

Chapter 243 Maybe your wives and daughters can compete with you, but as for you - are you worthy?

"I'm sorry, my boss doesn't want to negotiate with you and is not very interested in what you have to say." Lester rarely wore a suit and looked like a gentleman in the financial stock center, but his tone was full of disdain, as if he didn't take the other party's words seriously at all.

In fact, in the past few days, there are many people who want to take back the shares or transfer rights of their own companies from Fisk. After all, for those companies, laboratories, and even institutions, complete initiative is what they value most.

They didn't expect that these small shareholders would sell out their hard work for just a small amount of money.

For example, the guy in front of him spent a high price to get this biological project from the US military, but found that one-quarter of the patent rights of this project were bought by Fisk from his partner at a very low price.

This means that unless this guy spends a high price to create a new project and completely abandons this project, as long as the previously researched project information is used, Fisker can take a quarter of the profit in the future - in other words, Fisker only used a small part of the money to steal a quarter of the profit.

The other party was obviously unwilling to be rejected like this. He frowned, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Mr. Lester, you should persuade your boss again. Although the value of this project is very high, the risk is also very high. As long as he is willing to transfer his shares, we can give him a very generous return, so that he doesn't have to bear any risks. All risks will be borne by us."

Lester's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile. "Humph, do you think we don't know what you are thinking? You just want to take back the initiative and monopolize the profits of the project. But my boss is not so easy to fool. Once he makes a decision, he will not change it easily.

What is risky?

If the risk is really great, will you come here in a humble manner?

Do not joke.

Put away those little thoughts of yours. "

The other party's face became even gloomier. He was silent for a moment, then said: "In this case, we can only take other measures.

We will not let Fisker take our profits so easily.”

Lester took out a few playing cards from his pocket nonchalantly, and the cards quickly moved back and forth on his fingers as his fingers shook: "Go ahead!" His tone was relaxed and casual, as if he didn't take the other party's threat seriously at all.

The other party looked at Lester's nonchalant look, and his anger grew stronger. He gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "You will regret this." After that, he turned around and strode away. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty room, full of anger and unwillingness.

Lester looked at the other person's back as he left, and the mockery on his lips became stronger. He shook his head slightly and put the playing cards back into his pocket. He knew that these people would not give up easily, but he also believed in the ability and decision-making of his boss Fisk.

Besides, if threats really work, then why do we need to use force? Wouldn't it be enough to just talk nonsense?

The man left the room angrily.

However, as soon as he opened the door, he saw another guy with an angry face, walking in angrily. The corridor was full of people, most of whom had recently received notifications that their company had inexplicably lost Hexing shares, or their own laboratory had inexplicably lost some important patents.

The man's face became extremely ugly, and his gloomy look was like the sky before a storm, depressing and full of anxiety. He stood there, his eyes revealing deep helplessness and anger, knowing very well that his threat was nothing to the San Fisk Company.

After all, the other party was so bold as to provoke so many companies and forces at once, so how could they possibly take their seemingly tough but actually weak threats seriously?

However, he would never allow his years of hard work to go to waste. When he thought of this, he felt an indescribable pain and unwillingness. You know, he had worked hard for this project for many years! He gritted his teeth and persevered through those days and nights of struggle, countless setbacks and hardships. He had endured humiliation and persevered in the face of various difficulties, just to make this project a success. However, he didn't expect that just a little carelessness would result in him giving up a quarter of the profit. How could he accept this?

He slowly turned around and glanced at the people in the corridor who were also angry. Some of them were talking in low voices, while others were silent, but everyone's eyes were full of anger and unwillingness. A sense of common hatred surged in the man's heart. He knew that they were all treated unfairly by Sanfisk Company just like him. However, he also knew that these people each had their own calculations and interests. In this cruel struggle for interests, it was difficult to truly unite and form a powerful force.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that anger would not solve any problems, but would only make things worse. He had to keep a clear head and find a way to deal with it. His eyes became firm and he began to think carefully about his next move. He couldn't just sit there and wait for death. He had to take tougher measures to let San Fisker know that he was not to be trifled with.

He began to think about what kind of power he could use, maybe unite with other damaged companies to put pressure on Sanfisker. If everyone united, the power would definitely be stronger, and maybe Sanfisker could be forced to make concessions. Or he could look for legal means to see if he could find a breakthrough.

After a brief hesitation, the man began to look for his common allies in the corridor. He walked through the crowd with a slightly anxious pace, his eyes were sharp, and he was eagerly searching for those equally determined and angry faces. It seemed as if there was a flame burning in his heart, driving him to find those who could fight alongside him. Soon, he found many like-minded people. They all had similar anger and unwillingness on their faces, as if they were a group of enraged lions, ready to counterattack the enemy.

They gathered together, whispering about strategies to deal with St. Fisk, with a glimmer of hope in their eyes. Although the glimmer was weak, it was like a spark, with the potential to start a prairie fire. Although their voices were low, they were full of power, and every word was like a bullet, ready to be shot into the heart of the enemy.

However, someone soon came out to pour cold water on the idea. The person who spoke was a middle-aged man dressed like a British gentleman, or an elderly man. His hair and beard were a little gray, but he had a bow tie around his neck and looked very gentle. His voice was steady and powerful, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.

"You probably don't know how the San Fisk Company became rich? Or you probably don't know what Hell's Kitchen was like before. Hell's Kitchen used to be a notorious place of chaos, with gangs rampant. It's no exaggeration to say that it was the most chaotic place in New York. Fisk was the best among them. He killed people and set fires, and did everything. It only took a short period of time to clean out the entire Hell's Kitchen. Do you think he is a good man? A philanthropist? Please, he is a butcher, a butcher with blood on his hands. If I were you, I wouldn't fantasize that the law could punish him."

The man and his new allies froze when they heard this. They stood there motionless, as if they were under a spell, their eyes filled with shock and anxiety.

The old man's words were like a blow to the head, causing them to re-examine their plans. The man frowned and fell into deep thought. The old man's words kept appearing in his mind, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He had to admit that the old man's words made sense. Fisk's methods were cruel and his background was complicated. Could the law really punish him?

But soon, the man's eyes became firm again. His eyes revealed an indomitable spirit, like a sharp sword, ready to cut off all difficulties.

“Even if he is a butcher, we can’t just give up. The law may not be omnipotent, but it is our only hope at the moment. If we don’t try, we will never have a chance.

Besides, Fisk can't be lawless forever, there will always be a way to make him pay the price." His voice was firm and powerful, full of confidence.

After hearing what the man said, the others nodded in agreement.

As for the guy with a bow tie around his neck, he didn't say anything, just smiled.

At the same time, the secretary not far away came out to speak.

"Is Mr. Hank Pym here?"

Hank Pym stood up, adjusted the bow tie around his neck, walked to the door of the room, pushed it open and walked in.

The first words he said after entering made Lester frown.

"Those people outside have united together and are ready to trip up your boss. Believe me, they have the ability to do so and will definitely make your boss feel very uncomfortable. But I have a way to make them shut up and accept the reality. You just need to let your boss meet with me." Lester narrowed his eyes, revealing vigilance and suspicion. He looked up and down at this seemingly gentle man, secretly guessing his intentions in his heart.

"Why do you think my boss would be willing to see you? How can you make those people shut up?" Lester's tone was cold and questioning.

The man didn't care about Lester's attitude. He smiled and said calmly, "Your boss is a smart man. He will understand the benefits of meeting me. As for my method, it is naturally not easy to reveal. But I can assure you that as long as your boss is willing to meet me, I will be able to solve his current predicament."

Lester was silent for a moment, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. He knew that the alliance of those people outside would indeed cause a lot of trouble for the boss, but he couldn't easily trust this man who suddenly appeared: "I need time to think about it, and I can't guarantee that the boss will agree to see you." Lester said slowly.

The man nodded slightly. "Okay, I'll wait for your news. But don't make me wait too long. Time is running out and those people may take action at any time."

After saying that, he did not leave, but sat directly on the sofa. His name is Hank Pym, and he is the chairman of Pym Technology. He is dressed in a fine suit, and although his hair is a little gray, he still exudes a calm and powerful aura. His nephew was originally a director of a technology company and held 12% of the core shares. Who would have thought that this time Stark Industries Group would make his nephew lose everything in one breath, and even lost 12% of the core shares.

Hank Pym didn't care about his nephew's life or death, but he had to get back the 12% core shares no matter what. He narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing his determination and resoluteness. In his mind, the shares were not only a symbol of wealth, but also the key to the future development of Pym Technology. He couldn't let it fall into the hands of others, especially when it was taken by improper means.

Hank Pym sat quietly on the sofa, seemingly relaxed, but actually anxious inside. He knew that time was running out, and every minute and every second could determine the ownership of the shares.

He began to think over various possible plans in his mind, thinking about how to convince Fisk to meet with him, and how to negotiate after the meeting to achieve his goals.

His fingers tapped the armrest of the sofa, making a rhythmic sound, as if he was keeping the beat of his thoughts. He glanced at Lester from time to time, hoping to see some clues from his expression and guess whether he would convey his request to his boss. However, Lester's face was still that elusive expression, making it impossible for him to judge how big his chances were.

Hank Pym took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm. He knew that in this contest, impatience would only make things worse. He had to be patient, wait for the right time, and then act decisively to gain the greatest benefit for himself.

The reason why Hank Pym is so nervous is that once Fisk relies on this 12% of the shares to inquire about the company's projects, he will find that many of the company's projects are actually losing money. It is entirely because Hank Pym strongly supports these projects, otherwise, all these projects should be stopped. But these projects can never be stopped, because Hank Pym's wife once entered the micro world because of an accident. That small world is full of unknowns and dangers, and his beloved wife is in danger of life and death there. He must save his wife no matter what, and he is willing to do everything for this.

And, kill anyone who stands in his way.

However, he cannot turn the table now, because if he completely offends Fisker, these projects will most likely be disclosed and then they will be forced to stop.

So he came here to negotiate with Fisk. He knew the difficulty of this negotiation, but for his wife, he had no choice. He had to handle every detail carefully, to win back the shares, but also to prevent Fisk from noticing the existence of those key projects. He sat on the sofa, the anxiety in his heart was like the calm before the storm, which could explode at any time.

At this moment, a crack suddenly appeared in the wall not far away, and then a burly man walked in from outside. Fisk walked into the room, and every step he took seemed to carry a heavy pressure, making the atmosphere in the whole room tense in an instant. Lester stood up from the chair, took out a Coke from the refrigerator next to him, and threw it to Fisk. The Coke drew an arc in the air, and Fisk caught it steadily, slightly twisted the cap, and made a slight "hiss" sound.

"Boss, he's the one who wants to see you." Lester turned slightly and pointed at Hank Pym.

Hank Pym looked at Fisk. They had never met before, but they had met from a distance at the Stark Industries exhibition. But only a few months had passed, and Fisk gave him the feeling of a beast from ancient times, which made Hank Pym feel terrified. Fisk's eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see through everything. He was tall and strong, exuding a majesty that people dared not approach easily. Hank Pym tried to keep himself calm, but his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

"Are you looking for me? Mr. Hank Pym?" Fisk's voice was low and powerful, as if echoing in the air.

Hank Pym cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound more determined. He originally wanted to introduce himself, but when he saw that Fisk actually knew him, he was too lazy to say any more polite words: "Mr. Fisk, I want to talk to you about my nephew's 12% shares..." Before he finished his words, Fisk raised his chin slightly and interrupted him.

"Shares? They're already mine." Fisk's tone was full of dominance and confidence. Hank Pym's heart tightened, but he didn't give up. "Mr. Fisk, I know you're a powerful man, but those shares are very important to me. I can exchange them for other things..."

Fisk smiled and shook his head. He sat down in the boss chair with disdain and took a sip of the Coke in his hand. He smiled at Hank Pym: "Mr. Hank Pym, I know what you are nervous about. In fact, I have seen your company's project report not long ago. It is no exaggeration to say that the entire Hank Pym Technology Company has been ruined by you and has long been insolvent, and you are still carrying out those complex and expensive projects... Sorry, Mr. Hank Pym, actually I will quote you a price now, and you don't have the money to buy back the 12% of the shares from me, right?"

Halfway through his words, Fisk suddenly turned his head and looked at the empty sofa not far away: "And this lady, you don't really think that I couldn't keep you last time!"

At the same time, a sudden tremor erupted not far away, and a woman with a curvy figure, wearing a tights and a breathing mask, suddenly appeared on the sofa. She took off her mask and exhaled heavily from her mouth, as if she had suffered some terrible attack.

Her eyes were filled with vigilance and anger as she looked straight at Fisk.

Hank Pym's face changed immediately. Just as he was about to make a move, Lester had a golden pistol in his hand and pointed it at his head.

Hank Pym's body froze instantly, his eyes filled with anger and helplessness. He knew that he was now at an absolute disadvantage, and any rash action could have fatal consequences.

Fisk smiled, put down the Coke in his hand, took out a calculator from the drawer, and started pressing numbers.

"Madam, you caused me to lose a fountain pen last time. That fountain pen was given to me by the Pope of Rome. It was a pure gold fountain pen. I heard that it was used to sign the surrender agreement of France. I like this fountain pen very much, so you have to compensate me. However, because it is very valuable and unique, its value is not just a pure gold fountain pen.