"Soon, James. Our most important investor is running out of patience."
"Our mysterious investor," James added. "You're acting like someone has a dagger pressed to his throat."
Wilson Fisk could never allow United Construction Company to remain merely a construction contractor. He wanted to become a developer and real estate tycoon, which would inevitably bring him into conflict with Manhattan's old-established Real Estate Companies. Fortunately, he had seized an opportunity—the plummeting stock prices of New York Real Estate Companies—and obtained a vast amount of funding from his backers to acquire those shares. The September 11 attacks were a psychological scar on Americans. Now, that scar had been compounded by the Battle of New York, Emperor of Latveria's speech at United Nations Headquarters, and the dozens-of-meters-tall War Engine destroying Wall Street.
Under the guidance of certain individuals, Wilson Fisk had cleverly used numerous shell companies to repeatedly acquire large stakes in military-industrial, pharmaceutical, and food company stocks. He intended to hold those shares for the long term, because he foresaw the endless wars to come. Weapons, medicine, and food would become hard currency that would only keep appreciating. Yet he was merely The Hand for many people of social standing. The conflicts between Republican Party and Democratic Party state legislators would, through the mediation of investors, ultimately turn into cash flow pouring into Wilson Fisk's wallet and projects. Their money coexisted peacefully, creating wealth together.
"I don't understand why you're in such a hurry, Fisk." James Wesley adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and leisurely scribbled on his memo. Much of United Construction Company's rise to its current gray-area position was due to him, as well as Wilson Fisk's lofty ambitions, which kept him from being satisfied with merely becoming a gang boss controlling several neighborhoods. James Wesley did not look up, but