Marvel: Superman's Survival Guide

"Mr. Fisk?" Link looked surprised, "How could you not remember that card game changed my life?"

After the two shook hands, Link asked: "Mr. Fisk is also here to buy oil paintings?"

"I bought one before. The works here are really good, and I very much agree with Mr. Lin's point of view." Wilson Fisk didn't speak fast, "The value of art lies in people."

"Mr. Lin doesn't want to be a policeman anymore?"

Link nodded and said, "Yes, that trip to Las Vegas made me a multimillionaire. How could I still be a police officer, especially at the West Central City Branch?"

"And that time I discovered the advantages of psychology, and I resigned when I came back."

"I just sold my old house and bought a new apartment. With the salary of a police officer, it is difficult for me to decorate it. It is better to change my career directly."

Link took out a business card and handed it to the other party, "I am now a professional gambler. I have recently participated in some card games in New York, and I am somewhat famous in terms of technology."

"I admire Mr. Lin's psychological attainments." Fiske said, "I have the opportunity to learn from him again."

"I didn't have any idea about this at the beginning, and I didn't leave any contact information for a few of them, especially Lady Alexandra. If I did it again, I might not be able to win against her." Link said with a regretful tone.

Fix said: "That lady doesn't like public places. She only shows up when there are business discussions. I will mention you to her next time I see her."

"This is still my business card. I admire Mr. Lin's talent very much."

"Two gentlemen, why don't you let me discuss business first?" Vanessa said from the side.

She did not interrupt the two of them before, but joined in at the right time after the two had basically finished their conversation.

"Of course!" Fisk immediately took a step back.

And Link also said: "I like this painting very much, can you deliver it?"

"Of course, please come with me to register your address and delivery time." Vanessa made an invitation gesture.

Link walked over with Jessica on his arm, and Trish followed. Fisk had no doubts at this time.

This man was not here for him. He looked at Link's business card. It only had his name and phone number on it. This man had indeed become a multimillionaire, but it was undeniable that there was no need to be a frontline police officer.

Link took out his check book and signed a check. The price for this painting was thirty thousand US dollars.

Link left the address and then said: "It will be delivered at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

"No problem, it will be delivered on time." Vanessa would not show her expression because she sold a painting, "Does Mr. Lin need anything else?"

"I haven't finished visiting it yet, but it seems that Mr. Fix is ​​waiting for you, so let's come back next time." Link said with a smile: "Please let me know if there are new works. I just bought one."

“Also, please recommend it, especially its artwork.”

"No problem, this is my business card." Vanessa exchanged business cards with Link, and then sent them out of the gallery.

Turning around, Vanessa came to Wilson Fisk and asked, "Did he buy it for your sake?"

"No, Mr. Lin's psychology is very good. If it weren't for me, he might still browse other works." Fisk said, "I disturbed your business."

"It doesn't matter. He left his business card and wanted me to recommend some colleagues." Vanessa smiled and said, "This is the first time I have seen someone select artworks from a psychological perspective."

Fiske had his own understanding, saying: "Just like the one I bought, a truly good work will be deeply rooted in people's hearts."

…

Link didn't talk in depth today. When doing intelligence work, you have to be careful, patient, and especially not impatient, and it was fun.

After coming out, Link sent Jessica to Trish's car, leaned against the passenger window and said, "Come back as soon as possible, I will miss you."

Jessica's face turned red and she said, "I will."

The two kissed lightly, and Link took a step back, waved goodbye to them, then returned to his car, started the car and left.

When he got home, he took out his confidential mobile phone and called Colson to report the situation.

"I met Wilson Fisk today. He is pursuing the female art dealer in the gallery." Link said.

"Very good, this is a good start, what are you going to do next?" Colson asked.

"I bought an oil painting. That woman has good artistic taste. I told her today that she needs more art for decoration at home." Link said his plan, "In addition, I asked her to give me Recommend other art dealers.”

"I'm going to start with her. After all, I am now a multimillionaire."

"But my artistic quality is not very good. If there are any experts in this field in the bureau, let them go to the gallery to have a look first and then give me some professional advice."

"No problem. You paid for it yourself after all. I can't let you suffer any loss. I will send someone to take a look first." Coulson is more understanding. After all, Link spent real money.

If it's not worth buying it, then Link is really spending money to go to work. Link joining SHIELD is purely a personal hobby or curiosity.

However, his personal ability is still very outstanding. He is one of the most suitable candidates for this mission.

Previously, Natasha was considered to go, but Wilson Fisk would not look at beautiful women differently, and his private life is extremely monotonous.

Originally, SHIELD would not care about people like him, and it was not within their business scope, but his power suddenly expanded, which made SHIELD pay a little attention to it.

At the same time, it was also a test for Link. After all, ordinary intelligence collection could not see Link's potential clearly.

...

Jessica and Tracy returned to Tracy's house. Jessica had a room here, and they had lived together before.

"Jessica, are you really going to move there?" Tracy asked, "Is Lin a playboy?"

"No, I haven't lost my mind." Jessica shook her head and said, "It seems that what he said is true. He used to be a policeman. I saw some photos in his house."

"Some photos of him graduating from the police academy and wearing police uniforms, and the big guy I met tonight also confirmed his words."

"He didn't brag."

"At the same time, there are no traces of women in his house. I am still very talented in this aspect."

"But now I am considering finding a career of my own. Do you know how much money he spent on me today?"

"Nearly one million US dollars!"

"He asked you to work?" Tracy asked in surprise.