Chapter 270 Old Joseph's Trap?

After lunch, the ores in the port are also handed over, and they will be stored by the sports pioneer and the skunk laboratory first.

After accompanying Lian Qinglin to the headquarters of the Blue and White Chamber of Commerce to settle the settlement, Li Zitao arranged for him to stay at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel before returning home.

"Is it all here?" In the storage room, Li Zitao saw the so-called 'congratulatory gifts. '

20 cm high, Baizi Guanyin made of white jade, mother tree Dahongpao in a red glaze porcelain vase, and two landscape paintings by Master Zhang Daqian himself.

There is also an inscription, a hundred years of good cooperation, signed, Chairman Hong.

None of these attracted Li Zitao's attention. All his thoughts were on the handwritten letter in his hand. As expected, he was invited to go back to China to have a look.

Li Zitao stayed in the study until late at night, and then wrote a reply letter, to the effect that "I am busy with business, it is difficult to get away, but I am concerned about my hometown, and I am willing to make a contribution—"

Along with the letter, someone handed it to Lian Qinglin, and a check for 1 million US dollars.

In addition, in the conversation with Lian Qinglin, Li Zitao also explained that he is in the three northeastern provinces, and in the future it will be installed in Hualian department stores across the country.

Although Lian Qinglin felt a little regretful, he didn't say anything more.

With Li Zitao's status and status today, and in a capitalist empire, he can only be coaxed with good words.

Otherwise, if people don't like you, what can you do?

After solving the issue of congratulatory gifts, Li Zitao stayed at home.

Norma and Eric were picked up. Lao Huang is also the one who takes care of the family now. He always asks him to take care of the two little ones. Li Zitao is also embarrassed.

What's more, now that there are enough servants in the family, the two little ones can be well taken care of without him bothering.

In his free time, Li Zitao personally took them everywhere, walking the dog, teasing the birds, and taking Xiao Jin to the park to let the pigeons watch how it preyed. The days were pleasant.

By the time Roosevelt's call was received, it was already the end of April.

Old Joseph Kendy agreed to meet him, New York, Rickselton Hotel.

Li Zitao set off on the second day, and the six bodyguards, including himself, just reached the maximum passenger capacity of the plane.

The cubicle was finally used. The sound from inside made the bodyguards twitch their mouths, but kept quiet and closed their eyes.

When she went in, Lily was wearing black stockings, but when she came out, the stockings were gone, and there was a mass of black debris in her hand.

"This is a new gift for you." A gold card from Wells Fargo Bank, Li Zitao stuffed it into the slit of her chest before getting off the plane.

Maybe it's because she looks so much like the goddess Collins Tausi, and that healing innocent smile makes Li Zitao always care about her.

"Boss, do you need to check the surrounding area?" After the last incident, after the bodyguards arrived at the hotel, they all looked at the tall building opposite with a bit of vigilance.

"En." Li Zitao nodded without saying a word, opened the door and entered the room.

Leaving two bodyguards guarding the door, the other four left the hotel and walked towards the building with a suitable angle.

The meeting time with Joseph Kendy was at 3:00 p.m., and Li Zitao had already arrived at the hotel at 12:00. He believed that Joseph Sr. should be in a certain room of the hotel at this moment.

But neither of them was in a hurry. Li Zitao stayed in the room until 2:55, and then arrived at the coconut tree restaurant on the 9th floor under the escort of bodyguards.

Old Joseph sat in the corner, far away from the window, and it seemed that he was also on guard.

"What do you want?" Sitting down, Old Joseph was as polite as an old friend, looking at him with a smile on his coffee cup.

"Gin, add ice." He said something to the waiter beside him, waved away the bodyguard, and the two sat alone at the table, looking at each other in silence.

"I didn't do that." In the end, Old Joseph spoke first.

Perhaps he was also afraid that Li Zitao's gunman hidden somewhere would inadvertently shoot him through the forehead.

"The matter of Kendy Manor has nothing to do with me." Li Zitao leaned back in the chair, crossed his hands, and said with his elbows resting on the table.

"My housekeeper died. Little Joseph and my other two children were raised by him. They are very sad, as well as the guards and maids."

Old Joseph showed a sad expression, like an ordinary old man, feeling the cruelty of life.

"Four of my bodyguards died. On the train, a killer disguised as a robber almost killed me." Li Zitao leaned forward and looked at him sharply.

The cold and heartless eyes made old Joseph's heart sink, wondering what he meant?

"Is he here to declare war? Or, he has made some preparations?" Old Joseph looked out the window.

Before Li Zitao's bodyguards searched the surrounding high-rise rooftops, his people had already stayed there, just to prevent the Los Angeles incident from repeating itself.

"There is a Chinese saying that harmony makes money. I believe that you did not do those things." Li Zitao withdrew his gaze and leaned back again, no longer looking aggressive.

"Thank you for your trust. I think this must be a conspiracy. There are people behind the scenes who want to start a war. I will find them." Old Joseph heaved a sigh of relief.

"Remember to inform me when the time comes, and I will wring his head off and use it as a toilet." Li Zitao smiled ferociously, and Old Joseph looked away guiltily, with erratic eyes.

"Let's toast to peace and friendship." Li Zitao raised his glass and said with a bright smile.

After gulping it down, Li Zitao asked him if he would leave together. The two of them really had nothing to talk about together.

After receiving a refusal, Li Zitao left the restaurant with his bodyguards, leaving Old Joseph sitting at the dining table, thinking with a changing expression.

"Is the matter really over like he said? How much does he know about this matter? Is there any other handle in his hands?

Also, how can I get rid of this bastard that makes him hate it to the bone! "

When old Joseph was thinking about these questions, it would never have occurred to him that what he was looking forward to would come so quickly that he was unprepared.

boom!

The melodious sound of the violin in the restaurant could not suppress the crisp sound, and then piercing screams and shouts came from downstairs: "BOSS has been shot, catch them—"

"How could it be?" Old Joseph hurried to the window. When he saw the figure downstairs who was carried by the bodyguards to retreat into the hotel, his pupils couldn't help shrinking into needles.

"Who? Who did it, and what does he want to do?" Old Joseph's instinct told him that this matter would cause big trouble, but he couldn't think of the key to the problem for a while.

Until he looked up and saw on the opposite rooftop, a guard in a coat was knocked to the ground, holding a sniper rifle in his hand.

Old Joseph remembered that face very clearly. He personally brought the other party to New York and ordered him to search the security of the surrounding buildings.

His most loyal guard captain, Pajero Friend.