Marvel's Outlaws

Joey stared at a painting that was almost all white. Skye felt very bored. She turned to look at something else. To be honest, she felt a little regretful. She didn't understand the reason at all. She couldn't understand these paintings at all.

Joey also didn’t understand, especially oil paintings, the painting methods, styles, factions and other messy things in them. The most important thing was that he didn’t understand the artistic conception at all. If it was a Chinese painting, he could still appreciate it.

"Isn't it surprising that such a simple painting is hanging in a gallery and the asking price is so high?" When Vanessa came over, her heels made contact with the ground, and the sound they made was very clear. Joey had heard it all morning arrived, but he kept focusing on painting and never looked back.

"It's not surprising. Some people need and like it, so it has its value. At least it can reduce taxes, and it may appreciate in value in the future. From an investment perspective, the painting is a good choice." Joey did not comment on the painting. How, but from a business perspective.

"Indeed, you like this one." Vanessa is a woman with great taste. From the moment Joey and Skye walked in, she knew that this young man was very wealthy, but his female companion was very ordinary.

It is easy to judge from the aspects of clothing and temperament. Because it is winter, Joey wears more, but the high-priced clothing, even though it does not look very stunning, is very reasonable and in line with current fashion. Skye's clothes were too cheap and the combination was very casual. The combination of the two looked more like a rich boy trying to pick up girls.

But it's strange, why don't you spend money to pick up girls? Although Joey is handsome, the female companion's clothes are not luxurious, and Vanessa does not continue to analyze. What she cares about is selling her works.

"I don't like it. It's too monotonous and not suitable for decorating my apartment. But I want to see what I can see from it. It's a pity." Joey shook his head. He really couldn't see anything.

Wilson Fisk can see the loneliness in it, but Joey can't, because he's not alone. Neither soul is alone. Such a monotonous painting cannot resonate with him, so it has no value at all. He turned to look at Vanessa, "I need color to embellish it."

"Then please follow me." Vanessa took Joey to see another painting. The color was very bright, with blue as the main color, and some messy lines drawn out by using white space. Although Joey didn't understand, he looked at it. It's still very comfortable to wear.

"Yes, this one can make me feel a lot better, that's it." Joey decided to buy it.

He didn't have any other ideas, but simply thought it was good. Although his rented apartment was well decorated and decorated everywhere, the decoration of the bedroom was too simple. This was left to the tenants. Decorated by myself.

Vanessa smiled, "If it makes you happy, then it's worth it, thank you very much."

Skye came over and said, "You want to buy a painting?" Vanessa took the painting down, and when she went to pack it, Skye asked, "You're not attracted to her, are you?"

Joey turned to look at Skye, then smiled jokingly, "You're jealous."

"Tch, don't you understand?" Skye asked again.

"I really don't understand, but the color of my bedroom is too monotonous. I haven't had time to think about how to decorate it. I saw a painting that made me feel comfortable, so I bought it. Your guest room also has no decoration. Do you like it?"

"no"

"Forget it, but I really don't like this woman. I like you like this. Are you satisfied?"

"Humph." The arrogant Skye turned and left. Joey went to pay the money, then took Skye to pick up the car, and the two returned to the apartment.

During a gun battle, all major media were chasing the news and questioning the police. The FBI began to put pressure on the 15th Precinct. Roll Franklin also had a phone call with the director of the bureau, and was very dissatisfied with the speed of police support.

The branch director was now in a state of panic. He made a phone call to Wilson Fisk, "You are crazy. I told you not to stay in my jurisdiction. We are already on the edge. Why don't you leave before taking action?"

Wilson Fisk listened to the other party's roar and listened calmly without saying a word. After the other party vented his anger, he said: "I'm very sorry. I can't control them. I'm deeply sorry for causing such a situation."