Long Ao Marvel

Matt Murdock wanted to prepare some materials about Danny Rand, and Luo Zhijian, who was proficient in English, stayed in the law firm to help him. After Hogarth and the others left, Liu Zheng returned to the teahouse on 46th Street.

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Mrs. Gao was no longer there, and the tea room upstairs was empty. Liu Zheng asked the black guy who greeted him last time: "Where is Mrs. Gao?"

Brother Xiao Hei spoke very fast and babbled a lot, but he couldn't understand a single word.

Liu Zheng grabbed him by the collar, lifted him off the ground, and shouted angrily: "I know you can speak Chinese, tell me where she is!"

"Does a dignified dragonborn only attack the weak?"

Suddenly a clear voice came from the hall.

Liu Zheng recognized the voice, and when he looked back, he saw that it was indeed Xiaocha. It seemed that she was very good at Qinggong. He didn't know when she came.

"Xiaocha, I have something very important to ask Mrs. Gao, please tell me quickly."

"Madam has something very important to deal with right now, no one is allowed to disturb her." Xiaocha flatly refused, still looking like she was being honest.

"Little tea..."

"Don't call me by my name!" Xiao Cha interrupted Liu Zheng's words rudely and said in a cold voice, "Don't think that just because you are the grandson of my wife, you are qualified to direct the Hand to do things. In my eyes, you are worthless.

.”

Liu Zheng stopped talking. No matter what, he would never get angry with a little girl. Since this way didn't work, he would think of other ways.

Seeing Liu Zheng leaving without saying a word, Brother Xiaohei spoke to Xiaocha in embarrassment: "Miss, this..."

Sure enough, he can speak Chinese.

Xiaocha waved his hands, still staring in the direction Liu Zheng left: "I will handle it, you have nothing to do here, go down."

"yes..."

...

While Liu Zheng and others were seeking countermeasures to rescue Danny from prison, on the other side of the Rand Group, the Meacham brothers and sisters were also experiencing a major crisis.

The group's board of directors voted to expel them both.

There were no legal loopholes, it was just a simple vote. The number of votes quickly reached the required number, and they had no basis for rebuttal.

With a soft "click" sound, a middle-aged black man in a suit opened the door to the conference room and walked in, sitting down at the table opposite the two of them.

He is Lawrence Wilkins, chairman of the board of directors of Rand Group, and the initiator of this expulsion proposal.

"Before we get started, would you like anything? How's the coffee? I just bought a new espresso machine."

Wilkins looked at the Meacham brothers and sisters with a smile as a winner.

"Stop acting, Wilkins. We have nothing to talk about, let's just get business done. Finish the conversation quickly so we can clean up the office." Joey Meacham coldly rejected him.

But Wilkins didn't feel dissatisfied. He had been waiting for this day for a long time, so what did it matter if he just let the two young people dance around for a while?

"All your things have been packed. Of course, the things belonging to the Rand Group cannot be taken away." He took out two thick stacks of documents and placed them on the conference table. He reached out and pushed the Meacham brothers and sisters, "The box

It will be handed over to you, as long as you sign this termination contract."

Ward Meacham mocked: "Haha, do you want to use our gadgets as a threat?"

Joey added: "Not only our personal belongings, but I also want to display all the photos of my parents on the wall."

"I said it's no problem. As long as you sign the contract, you can get the things." Wilkins was in a good mood and agreed generously. "In addition, you will find that this is a very generous severance package. Every

One hundred million per person is enough for you to spend a lifetime."

Ward lazily reached for the contract, flipped it over casually, and said with a smile, "That's a good number. We paid Danny this much in the first place."

"It's ironic, isn't it?"

Joey didn't touch the contract in front of him, but glared at Wilkins: "Be proud of yourself now, you won't be able to laugh when I sit on the other side of the table."

"Miss Meacham, it's not my fault. You can only blame yourselves. Bringing Danny Rand back to the company was a major decision-making mistake, and you two cannot escape the blame." Speaking of that Danny Rand

Rand and Wilkins were in a bad mood.

Come, "Fortunately we didn't offer him a position, so we saved a severance package."

Ward laughed nervously: "Yeah, it's really a blessing among misfortunes."

Joey argued: "Danny may have caused the company to lose a little money, but his style has improved the public image of the Rand Group, which is enough to make up for the early economic losses."

"Danny Rand is a bad guy who has been isolated from the world for more than ten years! He has no business sense at all. Whether it is about the Kala-azar drug or the Staten Island class action lawsuit, he has acted recklessly several times! He even

You don’t even know where your butt should sit, but you still deserve to be the leader of the company?”

"The drop in stock prices is only temporary. As long as our reputation is maintained, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future..."

Wilkins was a little irritated. He waved his hand to interrupt Joey's words and said flatly: "No need to say any more. There is no room for negotiation in this agreement. You both have to sign it, otherwise you will get nothing."

Joy was silent for a while and seemed a little discouraged. She picked up the contract on the table and said, "Can you give us some time? We need to discuss it again."

"Okay, but don't make me wait too long." Wilkins thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. He placed the pen in front of the brothers and sisters, stood up and left the conference room.

When Joey saw Wilkins going out, he stood up from the sofa and walked to the window alone to sulk:

Her brother is obviously an expert negotiator, but he made no achievements in the negotiation just now. How could she be able to speak against the old fox Lawrence Wilkins on her own!

Two big warm hands touched her shoulders, and Joey shook them off angrily.

"Okay, Joey, why are you angry?"

Joey turned around and glared at her brother: "Why are you so calm? You want to sign, right? How could you just give up your father's property like this!"

There was no anger or unwillingness on Ward's face, only a hint of relief, which she couldn't believe.

"I just want to give up. Is it so difficult for you to accept it?"

"Of course! Are you crazy? Not long ago, you tried every means to prevent Danny from coming back and taking control of the company, but now you come to tell me that you don't want any of this anymore?"

Ward tilted his head, looked at his sister who was about to go crazy with a half-smile, and suddenly said: "You know, I have often recalled the last summer vacation that the two of us spent in the Hamptons with my father."

Joey said nothing, turned around and faced him with the back of his head.

"Do you remember what you said you wanted to do when you grew up?"

"What does that have to do with this!" Joey went crazy.

"...Raising horses. You keep talking about it." Ward said to himself, "I sometimes think that if dad didn't tie our inheritance rights to the work of the Rand Group, maybe

You are now the owner of a horse farm."

Joy didn't understand what Ward meant by mentioning this. She couldn't remember many things from her childhood, but this memory was still deeply engraved in her mind. Looking back now, she would understand because of her innocence and cuteness when she was a child.

A smile, but nothing more.

"I can't. I was only 9 years old at the time. It was just a stupid daydream."

"Maybe, but that's your daydream." Ward poked Joey's shoulder with his finger, "It's not dad's."

He glanced at the termination contract on the table, then looked back at Joey seriously: "This is an opportunity for us to stop living the life he appointed for us and write our own destiny."

An inexplicable look flashed in Joey's eyes, he paused, and said slowly: "I admit, working at the Rand Group is indeed not my first choice."

"Yes! Of course, I don't want to either." Ward thought he had convinced his sister.

"...I had just left law school at that time, and no one here thought highly of me. Of course, I did not understand business operations, and they had the right to think so." Joy lowered her head, and Ward couldn't see her expression, so he could only

Seeing her shoulders shaking, "This job is not as easy for me as it is for you... So I worked hard to understand the business, often working overtime until late at night on the case at hand. Later, I won

Respect from colleagues.”

"You're right. Part of the reason why I want to stay is the connection with my father, but the other part of the reason why I want to stay is for myself." She turned around and faced her brother, speaking loudly.

Said, "Because of my achievements and achievements, I have won the status I deserve. How can I be willing to give it up to others!...I will not let go just like that, and I will never give up easily!"

Ward was a little touched, and he found that he could no longer look at his sister with the old eyes. Joy Meacham, the sister who followed him and cried behind him when he was a child, and followed his lead in everything, has grown up.

But so what, they still can't win...

...

The next morning.

New York's Locomotive Lawn Park is located at the end of 61st Street, beside the Hudson River. It used to display the first retired old train in New York State for people to take pictures and play. However, it later gradually decayed due to disrepair and was eventually removed.

Fortunately, this park has been completely preserved.

The view here is wide and the scenery is beautiful. When you look up, you can see New Jersey across the river. It attracts a large number of tourists every day for leisure and exploration.

Joy Meacham finished today's morning run on the Hudson River Greenway. She chose an unoccupied bench and sat down. Her pet golden retriever was also lying on the side to rest. She leaned over and gave her pet dog

Combing her hair, she occasionally looked up and looked around, as if she was waiting for someone.

After about 20 minutes, a figure walked towards us from a distance. His steps seemed not very fast, but his speed was not satisfactory at all. After a while, he arrived in front of us.

The unchanging black jacket, jeans, small leather boots, long black hair tied back randomly, coupled with thick black eye shadow and a decadent look that never wakes up, all kinds of features come together, except

Private Eye Jessica Jones, and no one else.

"You're late again. But... forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything." Joey sighed helplessly and moved to the side to make room for her.

Jessica sat down on the bench, took out a sandwich from her pocket and started eating by herself without saying a word. Joey knew her way of doing things, so he just waited patiently.

After she finished eating the sandwich in her hand, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, took out a large stack of printed photos from the bag she carried with her, and handed it to Joey.

Joey flipped through the pages one by one, the smile on his lips getting colder and colder.

"Is all this true?"

"How lucky, yes."

"It's even more unsightly than I imagined. More than half of the members of the board of directors are here. All of them are sanctimonious during the day, but secretly they are stealing the company's money or sleeping with people who are not their spouses. They know who they are but not what they know.

.”

"Hey, it's not a common thing." Jessica sneered. As a senior private detective, she has seen too many people like this.

Joey was very satisfied with the materials in his hand, took out a wad of money in an envelope from his bag, and handed it to Jessica.

"You are the right person, Jessica Jones. As long as you don't drink, you are definitely worth the price. You deserve this... By the way, it's so rare that you don't smell of alcohol."

Jessica took the money without counting it, weighed the weight, and stuffed it into her bag. Now that the transaction was completed, she was no longer in the mood to chat with a young lady like Joey, so she got up and prepared to leave - now there is

Now that she has money, she can't wait to have a few drinks.

"Hey, wait!" Joey shouted from behind, "I have another job for you."

For the sake of reward, Jessica stopped.

"I want you to help me investigate two Chinese people, look." Joey walked up to Jessica, opened his phone and pulled out a few photos, "He...and him, one is named Liu Zheng, and the other is named

Luo Zhijian. Especially this one named Luo Zhijian, I want to know more about him."

How could Jessica not know these two people? She looked at Joey suspiciously and asked, "Who are they and what do they have to do with you?"

"Well... you don't need to know this, you just need to help me find out their information." Joey became a little shy as he spoke.

Although Jessica is also very interested in Liu Zheng's origins, she will not investigate her friends. Moreover, the John Raymond case has been bothering her, let alone during the investigation.

He also provoked the New York Police Department task force. Misty Knight is not a simple person...

"You should go to the embassy about this matter. I can't help you."

Jessica said coldly and left without looking back, leaving Joey alone and stamping his feet in anger.