Chapter 9 The Intruding Bergman

"It doesn't matter, as long as there is a lawn to lie down." Li Zitao was not happy to find these people.

At the cost of a lot of money, he needs these people to create more value for him.

There will never be love and hatred for no reason. Giving is relative, and they have to pay their loyalty and life for the opportunity to pay a knife and eat a full meal.

If you can't, then I'm sorry, please leave, Li Zitao is not rich enough to support a group of idlers.

40 minutes later, surrounded by flying dust, a manor separated by a wall appeared in front of him.

Except for a 2-storey villa in the entire manor, the yard is full of various vegetables and lawns, which do not exist at all.

The manor is looked after by an elderly widow who is also the manor housekeeper, Jacob.

"Move the table to the side, the ground, the corner, find a place to live, Jacob, help me find two cooks, starting tomorrow, these people need a lot of supplements every day."

Seeing that Jacob didn't quite understand, Li Zitao changed his words: "They eat a lot."

"Okay, sir." So Jacob understood.

That night, the bread stored in the villa was stripped away. These young people who seemed to see hope for the future found a random corner, shrank their bodies and fell asleep.

For them, this kind of life is normal, there is a shelter from the wind and rain, that is their home and hotbed.

"Come with me." At midnight, Wang Dagou called the middle-aged man during the day and took him to the second floor.

"Sir, do you have any instructions?" Seeing Li Zitao sitting in the study, lighting an oil lamp and closing his eyes, the other party asked nervously.

"What's your name?" Li Zitao asked casually with his eyes closed.

"Huang Fang, you can just call me Lao Huang." After all, he is old, and he speaks and acts with a bit of tact.

"Old Huang, I think you can read and speak English?" Li Zitao asked tentatively.

"I know some, I, I have done translation." Huang Yifang said.

"Oh?" He opened his eyes in surprise, and Li Zitao said with a smile; "Then how did it become like this?"

With a bit of anger on his face, Huang Fang said in a low voice: "It's not those damn foreigners, they don't give us Chinese a chance to work at all, it's okay to bully people, and they insult me ​​every day as a yellow-skinned monkey,

Pigs are slaves to their white people, son of a bitch, if they didn't have wives and children, I'd have to give them all my life, a bunch of dirty white people. "

"Yes, they are a group of white-skinned people with dirty hearts, and in the eyes of the sun never sets, the entire United States, including the upper class, are the so-called upstarts.

Crude, greedy, condescending, disgusting, dirty in means, and shameless. "

Hearing what Li Zitao said, Huang Yifang seemed to have found a comrade-in-arms of the same camp, and exclaimed excitedly: "Yes, that's right, they are a bunch of shameless Bichi."

"Haha, that's why I came back to you." Li Zitao gave a hearty smile, looking at him with a serious face and said, "Now, I will take you and grab it from these vulgar and dirty white-skinned men. It's our cake, what do you think?"

Hearing Li Zitao's long-standing fear that he wanted to fight against the white people, Huang Yifang shuddered and asked timidly, "First, sir, do you really want to fight against the white people?"

"Yes, not only did I fight against the white people, I also killed the white people myself." Li Zitao sat back on the chair and looked at him calmly.

"Ah?" Huang Fang opened his mouth wide and looked at him in disbelief.

"What about the white people? Do they have three heads and six arms, seventy-two transformations, or do they not die if they are shot?" Li Zitao said as he should.

"Yeah, but it's full of white people here,

This is their country. "Huang Yifang said a little shaken, but he was thinking, 'Yeah! If the white man was shot, he would still die.'

"But they also took it from the Indians. How many white people came to this land? How many Indians?

But the whites, with their ambition, robbed this fertile land from them and established the Commonwealth of America,

Now, why can't we take a piece of our own turf from white people. "

Li Zitao naturally knew that the refugees on the Mayflower were able to occupy this land not because of their ambition, but because of the support of the capital empire behind them and a large number of advanced weapons.

But he doesn't know about these ordinary Chinese immigrants!

For example, the current Huang Yifang, even if he used to be a translator, he has never studied the history of the United States, so his eyes lit up at this moment.

Inside, Li Zitao saw the ambition and desire he wanted.

"Are you proficient in accounting?" Li Zitao wanted to find someone who would be in charge of the accounts first. As the saying goes, the three armies will go before they move their food and grass. A person who is proficient in finance is very important to any force.

"Yes, I have worked in a convenience store before. Although I haven't learned this knowledge, it's okay to settle accounts." Huang Yifang raised his head and said.

"Well, then you will be responsible for the accounts and purchases first. Here is 200 dollars. These days, the meals for the little guys will be arranged by you." Seeing the other party's moved look, Li Zitao stood up. Finger said: "Be sure to keep them full. The meat is mainly beef and chicken. I need them to train their bodies to be strong."

When Huang Yifang left with confidence, Li Zitao leaned on the chair tiredly, thinking about the money he had.

The 89ers’ settling expenses cost him $890, and they just gave Huang Fang $200. Now they only have $915, and that’s not to mention their original $10.

"Money is not enough!" Training is one aspect, but so is the weapon.

In order for these people to form combat effectiveness, they must be equipped with weapons and have sufficient ammunition for them to practice target shooting.

Otherwise, when it really comes in handy, he will carry a gun 'da da da' with a shuttle of bullets and draw a circle around the opponent, and the person hasn't even scratched the skin. Isn't he going to be pitted to death?

"I rely on my parents at home, and my friends when I go out. My good friend William, I'm afraid I will trouble you again." Thinking of William's face that was about to cry when he left, Li Zitao wondered if he would push too hard. .

"How about robbing a bank?" In the United States at this time, robbing a bank was a normal thing, and some small banks would be robbed every three days.

The safe business is in full swing. Only people with a little wealth will buy a safe for their home, and they would rather keep it themselves than put it in the bank.

But after thinking about it, he still decided to give up. It was too risky to do so. If he was found out in the future, he might become a handle in the hands of the enemy at any time.

The United States will soon become stronger, making war money, stepping on the heads of the dwarfs and allies, and going straight to the sky, and the laws will become more and more perfect. Li Zitao does not want to be approached by FBI agents one day.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, "Help, help! Anyone? Open the door, open the door..."

The iron gate of the manor was slammed, and a hurried female voice entered his ears, causing Li Zitao to stand up, insert the pistol on the table into his back, and walk downstairs.

"Sir." As soon as he came downstairs, he met Jacob with an oil lamp.

"I'll take a look, you go to rest first!" Li Zitao didn't want to be a scumbag who abused the elderly and had to take care of such a large manor.

"Oh, thank God, sir, someone wants to kidnap me, can you let me in, please." Li Zitao just walked out of the room with the oil lamp, when the woman outside the iron door hurriedly asked, walking with both feet. Walking around, showing how anxious she was in her heart.

"Wait." Li Zitao stepped forward and saw the appearance of the woman who visited late at night.

How to describe, beautiful, holy, like a princess loved by nature, even if her face is full of panic at the moment, it does not affect this beauty.

"Sir, sir, can you please open the door?" Seeing Li Zitao standing inside the door in a daze, Ingrid Bergman almost went crazy.

This weekend is really crazy, she just wants to come to Chicago, enjoy the scenery of the city, and visit by the way. Founded in 1890, she became the leader of higher education and research in the United States in 1894, and now there are many students Xin Xin yearn for University of Chicago.

But what she didn't expect was that she was chased on the street, and Fang Yan wanted to kidnap her, just because a jerk named Jack Gunn took a fancy to her while driving.

Oh my god, is this really the American metropolis, the city of Chicago?

Thinking of this, Bergman's previous expectations and affection for America completely disappeared. Fortunately, now he has encountered a manor, and after the silly young man opened the door, she let her escape smoothly, "I hope those guys won't find it here."

"My name is Charlie Lee, and I'm the owner of this place, please come in." Holding the oil lamp, Li Zitao made a gesture of invitation.

The woman who suddenly appeared was so beautiful that he was already guessing whether his identity was discovered. The other party sent this woman to use the beauty trick to test his identity.

"Hello, Charlie, my name is Ingrid Bergman, and my friends call me Lili." Bergman was full of gratitude for the boy who rescued himself in times of crisis, "Although he looks a little dull, silly. ’

"Welcome to the manor. You must have been frightened and tired. I will take you to rest." Because of doubts in his heart, Li Zitao decided to observe this woman.

If the other party is a thorny rose sent by the Capone Group, he may have to be ruthless, choose to kill the flower with stubbornness, and then find a way to transfer it.

"If that's the case, this face of a fairy who doesn't eat fireworks on earth is really a pity." Seeing Bergman walk into the room and close the door, Li Zitao sighed with some regret.