Chapter 26 Is It that Simple to Make Money?

Hearing the noisy shouts around, George and Andre were a little confused, 'Could it be that this new boss is very strong? '

"George, Andre, hurry up, are you scared?" Li Zitao stood shirtless in the field, shrugging his shoulders and moving his body.

"Boss, we won't release water." Andre dropped his shoulder bag, took off his coat and stood beside George.

"That's great." Li Zitao grinned.

"It's too arrogant, George, teach him a lesson." Andre lowered his head, gritted his teeth and growled at his companion beside him.

"That's right, we have to let him know that what he's going to face is not a trash fish, but an elite M country army soldier." George also gritted his teeth.

The two have decided to teach the new boss a profound lesson, even if they offend him and lose this high-paying job.

The idea is beautiful, but the reality is often cruel. After whispering and discussing for a long time, the two soldiers decided to teach the new boss a good lesson.

When the battle just started, the cruel KO ushered in.

Squatting down and sweeping his legs, George's body leaned to the left. Li Zitao jumped forward like a cheetah, and his shoulder bumped into George's chest.

The opponent's limbs opened weakly, his upper body curled up and flew upside down, and he groaned in pain.

The stunned Andre only had time to raise his arms in front of him, and a heavy hammer hit his arm.

When flying backwards, he seemed to hear the groans and howls from the bones in his body, and for the next two days, he didn't even have the strength to hold a spoon.

"It's not bad, keep working hard." Patting George and Andre who were struggling to stand up, Li Zitao's eyes flicked to the right.

The remaining 16 soldiers there were going to eat, just saw what happened just now, and from the expressions on their faces, Li Zitao felt that they had begun to doubt life.

A fight turned the 18 thorns who had just arrived into good babies. When they saw him again, everyone's eyes had completely turned into awe.

"Li, I heard that you offered them a monthly salary of $100. I think they are very grateful to you." Dwight's thick and lazy voice came from the phone.

"I'm just doing what I can. Besides, you introduced them, didn't you? Major." Li Zitao made no secret of his intention to make friends with the other party.

"Hehe, do you need me to say thank you again?" Dwight laughed.

"Of course not, we are friends, aren't we?" Li Zitao said tentatively, his body sitting on the sofa straightened involuntarily.

"...Yes, I think we can be friends." After pondering for a moment, Li Zitao got the answer he wanted.

"Then my friend, what can I do for you?" Li Zitao didn't realize that the caller was deliberately expressing his gratitude to him.

"I still have 500 masters here, and I want to ask if you can eat them?" Dwight just finished speaking, and the sound of heavy breathing came from the microphone.

"Give me a period of time, as many people as you have, I want them all." Li Zitao gritted his teeth, tensed his facial muscles, and swung his right hand forward violently, with a look of devouring people.

With 500 veterans, as long as he can get the satisfaction of these people, Li Zitao is very sure that he can get the friendship of the army and even get a medal belt.

"I'll get them there by August... If I have time, I'll go to Chicago myself, Lee, and you owe me a cup of coffee."

Dwight's tone became a lot more enthusiastic, and it explained that he might come to Chicago in person.

"I will prepare the best coffee beans and look forward to your visit." After a few simple greetings, the phone was hung up, but Li Zitao couldn't calm down.

Before August, there are still more than 20 days left, enough time for preparation.

"Old Huang, go find the best coffee beans you can find, tell Paul, no matter where it comes from, I will see it on the table in half a month,

In addition, a residence for 500 people will be built near the training ground, with a wooden structure and a cold-proof layer inside. It does not need to be beautiful, but it must ensure space and warmth. "

Lao Huang meticulously wrote down his requirements in his notebook, and he was not surprised by the construction of the house.

Now the kitchen next to the training ground and the room where the coach lives are built by the neighbors in the 22nd district, and each person is 5 dollars a day. Everyone is working hard.

"Boss, there are no problems with these, but..." Putting away his wallet and notebook, Lao Huang looked at him expressionlessly and said, "We have no money."

Following the news of Paul's departure, more and more Chinese people gathered in the 22nd district, and everyone spontaneously helped them build new houses and integrate into this big family full of vitality.

Don't look at Li Zitao doing nothing all day, as if he doesn't care about anything, but whenever a new Chinese family comes to District 22, he will chat with each other in person.

Are there any difficulties in life, does anyone in the family want to join S.H.I.E.L.D., and do they need capital to start a small business.

For this aspect of expenses alone, Lao Huang roughly calculated that it would be nearly 20,000 US dollars, otherwise, how could the 50,000 US dollars be gone so quickly.

"Crack!" Li Zitao seemed to hear the voice of heartbreak, no money, no money...

"This should be enough." Taking out the brand new check in his pocket, it was Nucky's check for $66,000, his only income for three months.

Of course, it belongs to his personal income. Paul often "hires" S.H.I.E.L.D. to solve some minor troubles and escort goods for him.

After becoming pauper again, Li Zitao has never felt like this moment, hating why time passes so slowly.

"Ben, my money...?" Called Ben and chatted with him for a while, knowing that his 1.165 million had become 1.27 million, Li Zitao hung up the phone satisfied.

Although the money represented only a series of zero-sum numbers before it reached his hands, he still got great satisfaction.

In 1929, 1.27 million U.S. dollars, all of which belonged to a Chinese illegal worker who came to this world for only 3 months, who can imagine all this.

"I love 1929." Standing in front of the small window, Li Zitao admired his "territory" intoxicated. '

He will build a piece of luxurious residence here, he will make this place a paradise that everyone yearns for, he will make the pockets of every Chinese citizen bulge, and he will not even be able to hold the earned money, fragrance, and belts. Franklin with the fragrance of ink.

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While Li Zitao was thinking about the future, Shlomo Ben Itzkić, who had just finished work, returned home from get off work at the only stock exchange in Chicago.

At this time, the stock exchange, including Wall Street, opened every day at 11 am and ended at 3 pm.

The Exchange was filled with the ringing of telephones and the clack, clatter of typewriters.

Each stock can only be traded once a day, and more often investors stay on the exchange just to get first-hand information.

After all, in this age without Internet, computers, smartphones, and various apps, staying on the exchange is the fastest, most convenient, and error-free way.

"Hi, Shlomo, how's your harvest today?" Walking out of the exchange, the familiar investment managers greeted each other.

"It's not bad, Rush, what about yours?" Ben raised the brim of his hat slightly, leaning forward slightly and asked.

"Haha, I'm Rush Jeff." The young man beside him laughed and patted his back and put it in his ear; "Haven't you picked a replacement ticket for yourself? Shall I reveal some information to you. "

"No, you don't need it." Ben smiled and waved his hand in refusal.

He had also selected suitable investment stocks for himself, but when he found that as the stocks climbed, his rationality began to follow the ups and downs of the stock prices, so he threw away those stocks without hesitation, and never participated in it himself.

Maybe what he gave up was the chance to get rich, but except God, no one can guarantee his eternal victory, and he didn't want to be eroded by greed one day.

In essence, stocks are undoubtedly the same as gambling. They will always be traded by dealers, and people's greed will be infinitely magnified. He does not want to become impoverished one day.

Compared with a life of ups and downs, Ben prefers the current life of being a little rich, with a relatively affluent life, stable income, savings, and a beloved wife.

"Oh, Shlomo," Rush Jeff wrinkled his face and looked at him regretfully, "You are only 30 years old, how can you be as rigid as my grandfather."

"Rush, personally participating in the investment will make you lose your due judgment and reason. There have been obvious changes in the stock market recently. Have you noticed?"

"Isn't it normal for there to be changes? The stock market is changing every second, and it is because of this that we can pick up a lot of money in it." Rush Jeff stopped, bent over and stretched out his arms. Lightly scoop it up on the ground.

With his palm curled up in front of Ben, Rush Jeff said mysteriously: "Look, making money is such a simple matter."

Shaking his head helplessly, he knew that this colleague who worked for Chase National Bank had lost his due acumen and judgment under the huge interests.

However, for the recent changes, he still needs to communicate with his friends on Wall Street before he can have a clearer judgment.

But he could be sure that the current stock market is not as calm as it seems, and some things are happening that he doesn't know.

And what he needs to do is to figure out these things and the turmoil and changes that may be caused behind them.

"Honey, you're back." Back home, my gentle wife had already prepared dinner. Joanna's ancestors came from country F, which made Ben feel proud of marrying her.

"Honey, I need to make a call first." After hugging and kissing his wife, Ben came to the study with his briefcase.

After World War I, thanks to the economic boom in the United States, the stock market soared wildly, and Ben's family moved from the suburbs to the current South Keeler Street.

Before 1912, this was the original Chinatown in Chicago, where most of the Chinese associations and immigrants gathered, and Chinese with braids can be seen everywhere.

However, with the establishment of the new federal government building, the Chinese quickly moved from here to the 22nd block, Yonghuo Street and Shemai Road, and Nan Keiler Street became a new rich area.

"Bob, I'm Ben, I need some news..." Joanna, who was preparing dinner, gently closed the door after seeing her husband holding a phone in the study, writing and drawing.

Covering up the food, Joanna turned on the radio, tuned to her favorite program, picked up the scarf that had just started in the knitting basket, and tickled while listening to the radio.

She wanted to knit a warm scarf for her husband by herself before winter came. Those high-end scarves hanging in the store did not meet her wishes at all.