Chapter Forty-Nine

"No, Lawrence, I still have things to do." Li Zitao took out a business card and stuffed it into his hand, "If you encounter any trouble, please call me."

Under Lawrence's regretful eyes, Li Zitao and Ben got into the car, and the car drove steadily towards the club.

"Boss, I have reached an agreement with Samuel that the shares of all industries under his name will be purchased by the Blue and White Chamber of Commerce for 1 cent.

Next, we will absorb all the shares in the stock market, initiate delisting and privatization, and then conduct pre-reorganization reviews on all companies,

After excluding additional businesses and departments, the restructuring and integration plan will be launched, and Samuel will receive 5% of the original shares of the new group and serve as the president of the group. "

"Group president?" Li Zitao didn't expect this to happen, he thought Samuel would be disheartened and decided to ask for a sum of money to go home for the New Year!

"Yes, Samuel wants to continue to take charge of the company. I also think that under his leadership, the group can get out of the predicament faster and grow stronger..."

Samuel was able to go from Edison's personal assistant to the top of General Electric, and then to establish his own business and create an industry with a market value of 500 million dollars. His ability is beyond doubt.

"Approximately how much does it need to invest?" Li Zitao asked.

"Within 30 million, the current stock price is like waste paper. Those retail investors just want to be able to sell it, and I will do it well." Ben replied very positively.

Other plans have to wait until the end to start, but the acquisition of Samuel's property can start tomorrow after the contract is signed, and there are enough funds in the stock market.

"30 million, hey!" Sure enough, capitalists are not good things.

30 million can turn all the property into his own, but what was the condition Samuel gave him before?

100 million US dollars, 15% of the shares, FK, a black-hearted white man.

"Boss, have you decided on the name of the new group?" The car stopped in front of the club.

"Exelon, Ace." Li Zitao said casually, Fire Fist Ace, haha!

"Exelon, not a bad name." Ben smiled, waved into the club, and the bodyguards who followed him also dispersed naturally.

Ben was used to their presence, and even considered whether to ask the boss to equip each of them with suitable bodyguards after the project was over.

It feels so safe to have bodyguards around.

A large amount of money is being quietly transferred from the stock market to the First National Bank. In Li Zitao's private account, it only takes a few days for them to go home with a large dividend.

Whenever this matter is mentioned, everyone is extremely excited, while the elites who later joined the think tank can only envy and envy.

It's just that in their hearts, they are also working hard, waiting for the arrival of the next "big plan", hoping that that day will not be too far away.

It's a pity that no one knows that Li Zitao has planned from the beginning that after this operation is over, he will not touch the stock market again.

Of course, he will hand over the necessary investment to the think tank, but there will definitely be no plans like the big crash, unless he can live until 2008 in the next century.

Because apart from that subprime mortgage crisis, he was ignorant of the future stock market. Li Zitao didn't want to see his figure appear in the queue to go to the rooftop one day.

Back in District 22, Li Zitao called George into the room, and learned what happened from him, "It was clean, neat, and left no clues, well done." '

After writing out a check for $20,000, Li Zitao stuffed it into George's hand, "You deserve it."

George walked away happily with the check. He wanted to share the good news with Leybow and Ryan. The extra income of $20,000 was a lot of money.

"Atlantic City must be very lively right now." Returning to the room from the living room, Li Zitao looked at the little secretary who was lying on the bed and fell asleep,

A "well" character was wrinkled on the forehead.

The warm bed is so warm that I fall asleep, how big is this woman's heart? Doesn't she know that men can 'eat people'?

"Hehe, it's quite upturned." Li Zitao was lying down next to the little secretary, just as Li Zitao was about to get some interest back from her, when the phone rang outside the room, followed by a knock on the door.

"What's the matter?" Li Zitao sat up, if it wasn't a big deal, Lao Huang wouldn't bother him.

"It's a lady. She said that your friend Lawrence got into trouble and was kidnapped." Before Lao Huang could finish speaking, the door was pulled open.

Li Zitao grabbed his trouser belt with one hand, and walked out with his shirt tucked into his trousers with the other, "Brother Dog, bring 20 copycats and follow me."

After shouting towards the room next to the barracks, Li Zitao looked back at Lao Huang and asked, "Where are they?"

"Jack-o'-lantern." Lao Huang said.

Li Zitao looked bewildered, "What the hell kind of place is that?"

Four cars set off one after another, and two bodyguards stood on the pedals on both sides, holding Chicago typewriters in their hands openly, and looked around indifferently.

Li Zitao's arrangement is not for the sake of being handsome, but because he only has 4 cars in his hand, so it is good enough to be able to sit down.

The streets were empty. As we drove south, the street lights disappeared and the ground became potholed. Li Zitao couldn't figure out why Lawrence came to such a place.

The jack-o'-lantern bar is located in a slum on the outskirts of South Chicago, where black people live together, and violence and chaos are its daily themes.

There are gangsters, gamblers, drug dealers, smokers, pickpockets living there...

After all, there are no good people living there. Even if they were good people, they will become villains in order to survive after only two weeks in there, because only in this way can they survive.

Not to mention it is late at night, even during the day, no outsiders will set foot here. People outside are used to calling it a slum, while the residents there call it a 'land of lawlessness.' '

No matter what your status is outside, it's useless there, unless you can kill them all, otherwise you have to obey the rules obediently.

"Hurry up." Li Zitao urged.

Buzz——

The accelerator was pressed to the bottom, and the car bumped even more. The bodyguard beside the car was holding on to the window frame tightly to prevent himself from being thrown out.

"FK, it's the white people, Finon, the white people are here..." As soon as the convoy rushed into the settlement, the screams of ghosts and wolves spread far away.

The homeless man curled up in a messy corner wrapped his body even tighter, the smoker lying in the alley retracted his legs in the middle of the road, the gambler who lost his money raised his head, looked at it indifferently, and then continued indifferently Doze on your knees.

Houses overgrown with weeds, broken windows papered, and crushed yard fences, this place is like a cemetery, lifeless and lifeless.

In front of the jack-o'-lantern bar, where half of the signboard was still lit, 4 cars drove to both sides, drove up the steps and stopped against the wall.

The bodyguards jumped out of the car, pointed their loaded machine guns at the sides, making the car an obstacle in front of them, and scanned the dark streets and alleys vigilantly.

"I'm here to pick up a friend. He's a young white man. Give him to me and we'll leave." Li Zitao got out of the car, and Wang Dagou got out of the car opposite.

There is no life around, please be quiet in the bar, except for those guys lying in the corner trying to survive, there is only the sound of "Zizi" from the neon tube.

"The white man is you or his friend?" A childish voice sounded from behind the bar, and Wang Dagou made a gesture of "I'll go and see".

"That's right." Telling him to stand still, Li Zitao said loudly, "What do you want?"

"Your friend took my things, why don't you let him tell me where the things are?" The voice on the other side changed, and the words were full of sternness.

"Okay." Li Zitao raised his hands and was about to go out. Samo, who followed him, was in a hurry, and stood in front of him and said, "Boss, this is a lawless place."

"Get out of the way, it's okay." Li Zitao said calmly.

"BOSS." Samo stared his eyes like light bulbs, and his dark cheeks flushed a little under the night light because of his excitement.

Being able to make Satsuma, who is also a black man, be so afraid, one can imagine what kind of chaos here is.

You must know that as long as you have black skin, coming to a black settlement is like returning to your own home, and the black-skinned brothers around you will protect your safety.

It's a pity that this method doesn't work here, it has its own rules, and these were told by Samo himself on the way here.

"Throw away the weapon on your body." The other party's voice sounded again, and it seemed that they were at a high place.

Li Zitao opened his coat, slowly pulled out the Colt Python revolver stuck on his waist, and threw it to the sides before walking towards the opposite side.

"Don't mess around." When passing by Wang Dagou, Li Zitao winked at him, and the tacit understanding between the two made him nod his head, showing a hint of understanding.

"I'm coming in." Li Zitao shouted standing in front of the narrow passageway between two people, and then walked inside. The first step he stepped in, he stepped on the pitch-black sewage.

Enduring the pungent stench in the air, Li Zitao walked to the first fork in the road, turned his head to the right, and saw two black men standing inside with shotguns pointed at him.

"Can you take me to see him?" Li Zitao asked in a relaxed tone.

"Xiao Ke." The older black man raised his chin towards him, and the little man put away his gun and ran over, searched him, and shook his head at Finon.

"Come here," Finon said, raising his gun slightly.

Li Zitao didn't resist either, and with his arms behind his head, he just walked in front of the other party, and was pushed inside by the other party.

The roads here are like a maze, and you often need to go through houses to continue on. These houses are full of people and basically ignore the people passing by.

"..." If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Li Zitao would never have believed that such a place existed in Chicago.

"Who said everything in America is good, you pug!" Li Zitao cursed viciously in his heart.

"Let's go." Finon pointed a gun at the Chinese in front of him, thinking cruelly in his heart, after knocking the white pig's mouth open, how to squeeze out their value.

From the very beginning, Finon didn't intend to let them go out alive. If these two people were let go, he would definitely be in big trouble, which Finon knew very well.

4 Rolls-Royces, more than 20 men with machine guns, these are not something ordinary people can have.

It's just that such a big man is willing to risk his life for that white pig, and Finon can't help guessing Lawrence's real identity.