Wilson Fisk was a fat man - such a simple word may not be able to accurately and vividly describe the exaggerated image.
He has a huge frame that is different from ordinary people, and a face full of flesh. His clothes and pants have to be customized by a store because no store has a size that he can wear. He can sit at the dining table by himself.
Taking up the space of two people - maybe three people.
The most amazing thing is that that kind of body shape does not give people the intuitive impression of being "fat". Instead, it makes people feel that he is very strong, like a mountain made of stacked rocks.
It is easy to imagine that when such a big man gets angry, the person facing him is like facing a volcano that erupts all the lava on your head. But what is surprising is that Fisker in his normal state looks
He seemed quite friendly.
At least that was the impression that Wilson Fisk left on Richard when he first met him. Fisk smiled the whole time, and his expression looked relaxed and not rigid. He would use polite words when the other person spoke.
He would not look at the other person in an uncomfortable way, and he would never interrupt the other person before he finished speaking.
Even though he knew in his heart that this guy was actually a criminal leader, Richard still had to admit that it was very easy to have dinner with this guy. He found that there seemed to be a reason why this guy could climb to such a position.
"Were you not from New York before?" Fisk asked, cutting a small piece of steak with a silver table knife.
Richard found that this guy's table manners were actually quite good. He had been wondering if Fisk would always hold a whole piece of semi-ripe steak and chew it directly.
"No." Richard shook his head.
"I'm a native New Yorker." Fisk said to himself while eating steak. "I have seen all aspects of this city. Its good parts...and its bad parts. Honestly
Said, the latter may be more common these days.”
Richard said nothing and waited quietly for him to continue.
"Most outsiders only see the bright side of this city. Its skyscrapers, its bustling streets, all its beautiful sides. But many people don't see its dark side...also
What it really looks like."
Fisk put down his knife and fork and looked out the window of the restaurant. Outside the window was a dark river, quiet and calm, but so deep that no one knew its origin. It seemed that any secret could be swallowed up by it.
"I have watched the changes in this city with my own eyes." Fisk said, subconsciously clenching his fists and holding the silver tableware. "I have watched it deteriorate and decay, and I have watched evil grow in it like germs.
I saw good people struggling in this city, but bad people living freely and in high positions.
This city is sick, very sick. Many people living in it are aware of this problem, but everyone invariably chooses silence, concessions and compromises. Evil becomes more and more tolerated
Increasingly rampant and lawless..."
Richard couldn't help but be dumbfounded when he saw Fiske's impassioned speech here. Fiske's appearance reminded him of those loyal ministers in ancient poetry who were passionate about serving the country with loyalty, but suffered from the rampant behavior of corrupt officials and villains.
It’s just that you shouldn’t be in the lineup of corrupt officials and villains, right? Is this the wrong role?
Listening to Fisk's passionate talk about the rampant crime here, it feels like Qin Hui's inscription "Man Jiang Hong", the painting style looks awkward.
Fisk continued: "I used to be indifferent to all this, just like everyone else. To a certain extent, this also made me a part of the accomplices and fueled the evil. This made me regretful and angry,
It's like...like there's so much evil now and I'm responsible for it."
Richard sneered.
Pretend, keep pretending, as if you are not actually responsible.
"So I've decided that I can't go on like this. It's our duty to save this city, Mr. Li. You and me, and all those who are capable like us."
"I think you're right," said Richard.
"That's why we need to make changes. In fact, you can do more in this regard than me." Fisk said, "Look, after all, I'm just a businessman, and there's nothing I can do more than
It's just about giving money. And you, you can do much more than me. All I can do is invest some money to build a school, hospital or library. But you are different, you can make people think,
Lead people's thinking so that they can make the right decisions.
This is exactly why I found you, Mr. Li. I have a series of plans for New York... an ambition, you can say. I will devote half my life to doing my best to
Make this city a better place. But I can’t do it alone, I need the support of others.”
Richard understood.
Fisk has said so much and taken such a big detour. In fact, to put it bluntly, he hopes that the Daily Planet can give him more kind words and say something good about him in the future. After all, the reputation and influence of the Daily Planet are increasing day by day.
Sker must have taken a fancy to this.
Richard raised the cup and smiled at him: "Of course. If my small newspaper can also contribute to Mr. Fisk's great plan to build New York, we will naturally be obliged to do so."
Seeing as he had paid so much money, it was natural to say a few nice words... at least until Fisker was caught by them.
Richard said that if one day his reporter accidentally discovered evidence of Kingpin's murder or something, he would not be blamed.
But for tonight, the two of them chatted quite speculatively. When Fisk mentioned the sin and darkness in New York, he hated it so much that Richard, who was deceived for a while, almost believed it. He mentioned his deep love for New York.
His emotions and determination to reform don't seem to be artificial at all, as if he is really thinking about the future of this city from the bottom of his heart.
Maybe Fisk really loves this city in his own twisted way.
However, Richard felt that the main reason why he could sit down and chat with him so happily was because the fat man bled for the newspaper.
Richard had always wanted to install a golden model of the Earth on the roof of the newspaper office, and it had to be one that could rotate by itself - just like the newspaper office where Superman worked.
That's called Planet Daily. It can be called a landmark of the metropolis. How handsome it is!
I had no money to do it before, but now it's better, and the most troublesome part of the problem has been solved.
Richard was chatting happily with Fisk when a group of guys who seemed to have bad intentions at first barged in regardless of the restaurant waiter's dissuasion. The leading man was wearing black clothes and had a long haircut.
He put on his beard, walked straight through the restaurant, and sat down at the table for two people.
Several other men gathered around him without saying a word, and all of them had dark expressions on their faces, with expressions like "Who are you going to do, boss?" written all over their faces.
"Are you Richard Lee?" the bearded man asked arrogantly.
"We know each other?"
"You can call me 'Viper'."
Richard suddenly realized: "Oh, you are the leader of those stupid guys. I'm glad to meet you."