Chapter 44 Art Comes From Life

"Jessie." Li Zitao put the documents together and put them beside him.

"Boss, ah~" Jesse, who hurried in, kicked the table leg with his toe.

"..." The corners of his eyes twitched unnaturally, Li Zitao lowered his head and picked up the document, "Give it to Mahathir."

Jesse, who was tearful and limping, walked out of the office. Only then did Li Zitao raise his head, with helplessness written all over his face.

Li Zitao has prepared two kinds of franchise stores for the Golden Arches. One is in the city, providing indoor places for rest and casual gatherings.

The other is a grab-and-go drive-thru restaurant. You can order and pay in the car, drive forward or turn around to bypass the restaurant, and you can take your own food away, which is convenient and fast.

In addition, he plans to build McDonald's Kingdom Park in major cities across the United States, including New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Houston, Philadelphia, Detroit, and San Francisco.

Combining fast food and children's playground into one, quickly conquering the next-generation market, Li Zitao thinks his idea is really a genius.

That's right, these are all his designs in this day and age, "What a genius idea," Li Zitao thought happily.

These flagship stores will make McDonald's the first choice restaurant for children, and even many young people will be interested in it. Don't underestimate the childlike innocence of young Americans.

The optimistic, cheerful, and strong American people are no joke.

He had already planned the previous arrangements, and left the rest to Ben and Lao Huang. When Li Zitao returned to District 22, he saw the map full of circles.

"The brains of the Chinese are smart, so this place was chosen." Looking at the addresses marked with circles on the map, every place is in an important road or a bustling area.

Fortunately, those suburban roads are all desolate land anyway. They were bought with money and built into a drive-thru restaurant. A large parking area was designated next to it for car owners to stop and rest.

But these shops in the bustling areas are not very easy to find. Li Zitao does not want his compatriots to work for the landlord. All shops are best purchased rather than leased.

It can also be regarded as hiding a fortune for these compatriots in the future. Even if their children and grandchildren don't want to join in the business in the future, they can rely on a store in a prosperous road to have enough food and clothing.

"Brother Dog, let all the owners come to the meeting." Li Zitao shouted to the door.

Lao Huang will stay at the club recently to help the secretaries adapt to the working environment as soon as possible, and now only Wang Dagou is staying in charge of the 22nd block.

On October 28th, Halloween was approaching, and corresponding publicity appeared on the streets of New York. Businessmen wanted to use the festival to increase sales.

But they also know that all this is in vain, the festive atmosphere has long been overshadowed by the cloud of unemployment and bankruptcy.

The fallout from the stock market crash and bank failures is getting worse, and in some economically backward backwoods towns, banks are becoming new history.

Walking on the quiet street, George pulled his clothes with his hands, trying to keep himself warm.

Winter has come, and wealthy families have bought coal to prepare for a warm winter.

There are also working families who make a second choice and choose dry firewood for the winter, because there are too many families snapping up, and the price of dry firewood is also skyrocketing.

"How long do we have to wait?" Lei Bao shrank his neck and asked in a white breath.

They had been in New York for nearly 10 days, and the whereabouts of the bastard upstairs across the street had long been within their grasp. Leybold couldn't figure out what George was waiting for?

"Hurry up, we're leaving tonight." George stomped his feet. It was so cold that his feet were already numb.

"I think the stove in the barracks has lit dry wood. Damn it, I really want to go back soon." Ryan cursed with a smile. He missed the stable life in District 22.

"Of course, BOSS will prepare everything for us." George also had a yearning smile on his face,

A burning stove, that was missed.

But before going back, he had to solve some small troubles for the boss.

High salaries, a stable life, being able to live with former comrades-in-arms, and family members don't have to worry about the disaster that is happening, all these come from the BOSS.

And the bastard who was upstairs on the opposite side wanted to destroy everything. Thinking of this, George's downcast eyes flashed a murderous intent.

George doesn't want to be a thug, but it doesn't mean he has a good impression of the mafia, especially the bastard upstairs opposite. His opium is bringing disaster to thousands of families.

"Boss, he's out." Leybold turned his back to the street to prevent the other party from discovering his prying eyes.

"I see, Ryan." George put his hands in front of his mouth, gasped and stomped like an unemployed man waiting for a job opportunity.

Leaning against the wall and looking around, the rogue-like Ryan spit on the ground, swaggered through the crowd, and walked towards the opposite side.

At the same time, George and Leybow also spread out to both sides, and came to the opposite side with the crowd crossing the road.

"FK, bastard, you stained my clothes." Ryan had already quarreled with the other party, waving his hands excitedly and shouting.

His unclean clothes were stained with cream, which was caused by his deliberately speeding up and bumping into the sandwich in the opponent's hand.

"Get out of here, country bumpkin, or I'll make you look good." The other party threw away the sandwich in his hand, and angrily lifted the corner of his clothes, revealing the pistol pinned to his waist.

"Hey, hey, there's a gun..." Ryan sneered and stepped back, lowered his raised right hand, touched back, and aimed the black muzzle at the opponent's forehead.

"Now, I also have a gun. Let's talk about the clothes, bastard..." Ryan yelled arrogantly as he stepped forward and pointed the gun at the opponent's head.

This is a slum area near the suburbs of New York. It is very normal to draw a gun. The people around saw this scene and ran with standard movements, keeping their mouths tightly shut to avoid irritating the gunman or being injured by stray bullets.

"What's going on?" Baler, who was sitting in the car, came down, his hand in his clothes was already clenched on the handle of the gun.

"This bitch stained my clothes, and he actually wanted to scare me with a gun." Ryan grinned, and pressed down hard on the gun against the opponent's head, "Now?"

"Give him the money and leave quickly." Baler didn't want to cause trouble for such a trivial matter. The godfather was still waiting in the car. He just kept his vigilant movements and looked at Ryan with an unkind expression.

Because of Maransano's incident, the godfather had already been warned by the CIA, causing trouble at this time would be of no benefit to anyone.

If not, Baller would kindly invite the other person into the car and let the other person know who he was dealing with.

At this moment, Baller didn't notice that George and Leibao appeared behind him like ghosts, and they got into the car behind him lightly and silently.

"Who are you?" Seeing the two strangers jumping into the car quickly and clinging to his body from both sides, Luciano's face was slightly gloomy.

"Hi, Bichi." George greeted Luciano with a smile and raised his hand, then suddenly raised his elbow and hit him directly on the chin.

Just as Luciano was about to open his mouth to shout, he was hit by this elbow, and then a pair of big hands tightly strangled his mouth and nose.

puff~

Raising the knife in his hand and dropping it, George inserted the dagger back into his ankle cleanly. Looking at Luciano's upturned eyes, Lebbo let go of his hands and moved his head to the back seat.

Then the two of them just opened the door and got out of the car, shut the car door lightly, and swaggered towards the corner of the street and disappeared.

"Okay, that's right, Bitch." After receiving the $50, Ryan put the money on his lips and kissed it, then waved and walked away, "Don't let me touch you again, Bitch."

Barr looked back at the car, the back of the head leaning against the back seat reassured him, and he didn't let go of the hand holding the gun until Ryan's figure completely disappeared, and turned back to the car.

"FK..." Looking at Luciano, who was sitting on the back seat dripping with blood, and whose throat was cut by a sharp knife, Ba Le, who was sitting back in the co-pilot, growled in a low voice.

Two minutes later, more than 30 strong men rushed down the stairway by the side of the road, each of them was ferocious, roaring like a bull, and the atmosphere of uneasiness spread wildly in New York City.

"Good job." Turning the corner in the next block, the three met again, clapped each other's hands, looked around, and quickly evacuated towards their destination.

"George, why did we come here?" Looking at the magnificent Waldorf Astoria Hotel in front of him, Ryan asked with some confusion.

Only George knew the evacuation plan, and they didn't even know what they were going to do before they came to New York.

"Come with me." He took the two of them to the alley opposite the hotel, where a Buick was parked, and George opened the trunk with the key he had already got.

Three sets of brand new black clothes were placed inside. After changing, George led the two into the hotel parking lot, and the three special guards guarding a car walked away naturally.

"Okay, now we just need to wait for the arrival of the big star, and then we can go back to the barracks, enjoy the warm fire and taste the delicious food...how about another drink?"

Hearing the uproar in the distance, George smiled lightly. At the corner, the high-spirited William Dever was walking towards here with generous steps.

"I will miss New York." Waving his arms passionately again, William Dever returned to the car with a bright smile.

The three Georges who were guarding the car got into the car, and the car drove out of the parking lot under the watchful eyes of everyone. Two police cars sandwiched it one after the other at the door, and headed towards the airport.

"George, is the mission going well?" William Dever asked looking out the window.

"Of course, Mr. Mayor, your banquet boss is ready." George looked ahead without squinting. Under the escort of a police car, the journey seemed extraordinarily safe.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go back to the carnival!" William Dever, who has been in the limelight recently, has become more and more like a politician. His gestures can arouse the emotions of others, and his words are full of appeal.

If Li Zitao heard his speech, he would definitely consider making him a glorious "life mentor" after retirement.