Three Hundred and Twenty Ninth Chapters Fall Short

Pumpkins and Halloween, the phrase "trick or treat" is probably familiar to everyone who has watched American dramas.

But in the 20th century, in 1931, the activity was not really popular.

Especially in the context of the Great Depression, some young people with financial difficulties gathered in an organized way to target the community to commit vandalism and crime.

According to last year's statistics, in some big cities, the pumpkin festival caused losses of more than $100,000 to a single community.

"We need to make some preparations." Li Zitao didn't want to spoil the children's fun, provided it was safe.

It feels bad to go with an exaggeratedly prepared cape, stash a submachine gun, and pretend to be an adult accompanying a child.

"It's like a soldier lurking into the enemy's camp. You've ruined the festive atmosphere." Adelaide complained with a wry smile.

"At least they don't know yet." Nunuzui to Zhenghuan's child running ahead, he still thinks these precautions are necessary.

Because Li Zitao found out that the mounted police on the road hadn't appeared for a long time under the condition of celebrating the "Neil lawsuit".

It may be that a large number of people gathered in the city center or other places, and the mounted police were transferred to maintain law and order.

It also means that the safety factor here is reduced. After experiencing several shootings, the sense of crisis is always with him.

Although the deadliest one came from his self-directed and self-acted.

But from a normal person's point of view, he should be vigilant enough to appear normal enough.

Wearing masks and cloaks, I followed the children to each house to ask for candies.

Thanks to the rich people or upper-middle-class people living here, the atmosphere is very harmonious.

Except for some people who were surprised when they saw Eric.

Fortunately, this is the North. In the South where slavery was abolished, the Native Land Act, or racial segregation, prevented blacks from entering white communities at all.

"Eric, you should say thank you." Adelaide shouted into the house from outside the lawn at the door.

The point is more than just 'thank you,' she was clarifying a fact to the staring crowd, "they are my children, you should be careful what you do."

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The expected troubles did not arise, and the children had a great time.

Perhaps it is because people are immersed in the joy of 'defending freedom'.

Li Zitao is also very satisfied with this, making a protection plan does not mean that he wants to see danger happen.

It was precisely because he did not want to see danger that he made such an arrangement.

The Halloween carnival is over, and the BMW 309 series is officially on sale. He didn't pay much attention to the specific sales situation.

He cares more about the new oil fields that can bring huge profits quickly than the auto industry, which is still in its infancy.

With a depth of 2,400 meters, the drilling work encountered unprecedented difficulties.

No one has ever been able to drill to such a depth before. They have to be careful every step of the way, constantly modifying the plan and formulating new plans to ensure the safety of personnel.

Once there are casualties, countless human rights organizations may jump out, chanting various banners and making it impossible to continue the drilling operation.

Every second of delay is a serious loss to him.

Don't forget that he is still a heavily indebted man, waiting for money to pay off his debts!

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Huaguo, Mingzhu, Fangbang Middle Road, a negotiation is underway.

"Boss Gu, I know you took the money, but Zhang Xiaolin once saved my life." Mr. Du sat in front of the Eight Immortals table, held up the tea cup and blew on the tea leaves on the surface.

"Mr. Du, you don't need me to talk about being entrusted with loyalty, right?" To this day, Gu Rumao regretted it a little.

In terms of being able to fight and kill under his command, his power is no worse than anyone else.

But now Mr. Du, Huang Jinya and Zhang Xiaolin, the three of them twisted into one rope, constantly putting pressure on him.

Don't talk about him as a "Subei tycoon,

’ Even the pearl tycoon can’t handle it!

"Everyone is gone, who entrusted them?" Mr. Du covered the teacup and looked at him with a smile.

Mr. Du is normal in size, and his body is so thin that few people want him to be a coolie outside.

But it happened that this man, who was as thin as a bamboo pole and looked harmless, brought him overwhelming pressure like mountains and seas, and he was overwhelmed.

"Mr. Du is asking me to do something that does not keep my word. Although I, Gu Rumao, have never studied, I still know how to write the word "Xinyi."

Gu Rumao was able to get to where he is today, not only because of his courage and fists, but also because of his reputation.

The words that are spoken, one mouthful of spit and one pit, that is the sound of the sound.

This will make him take money and do nothing, and his reputation will be greatly damaged. This is not something that money can buy.

"I will let Zhang Xiaolin apologize publicly in the newspaper, and send someone to send 10,000 silver dollars to your house. Is this the end of the matter?"

Although it was a questioning tone, Mr. Du's expression was domineering as "I have the final say on this matter".

Gu Rumao was naturally dissatisfied, but he also understood the other party.

If he continues to stick to his point of view, the final result will be a fight between the two sides, and no one will have a good life.

"...Okay." Gu Rumao nodded and agreed after deliberating over and over again.

Even though his face was terribly dark, he really couldn't bear it anymore. Before he took over this matter, he never thought that Mr. Du would defend Zhang Xiaolin to such an extent.

Moreover, he sent three waves of people before, trying to take the opportunity to kill Zhang Xiaolin when he was out.

Who knows that every time at the end, none of his people came back.

There were rumors that Zhang Xiaolin could fight before, but now it seems that the rumors are not true, "The blame can only be blamed on the uselessness of the people under him."

"Happy." Mr. Du clapped his hands, and Zhang Xiaolin, who was hiding behind the screen, came out.

Just as he was walking past the window, there was a 'bang' gunshot, and Zhang Xiaolin's temple was pierced by the bullet, and his resentful eyes froze.

Boom.

The corpse fell heavily on the ground, like an invisible man's knife before, it could block Mr. Du, and his men quickly closed the window.

"This, this is not someone I arranged for." Gu Rumao said in surprise.

"I know - let's go first." Mr. Du smiled a little ugly, but he still let someone take Zhang Xiaolin's body and quickly left from the teahouse.

"Sir, do you want to chase?" Xiaodao sat in the co-pilot, looking around vigilantly.

"Forget it." He rubbed his temples a little tiredly. He was thinking about how to save Zhang Xiaolin before, but now he is thinking about how to swallow up his property and territory.

He wanted to keep Zhang Xiaolin, not only because he had saved his life, but also because of Huang Jinya and some people.

He did everything he could do, personally meeting with Gu Rumao to negotiate, and taking care of Consul General Y. The up and down management costs were also not small.

But a bullet from the opponent made his efforts fall short. This Chinese Marquis was much more ruthless than he imagined.

The next step is to see if the police can find anyone. If they can't find anyone in the end, he has to consider whether he needs to call.