Chapter 95: The Dust Settles

"Yellow people don't deserve to be with Jiabao at all. I want to fight you!" Looking at the second-year middle school boy whose ears were red and his pupils were red with hatred, Li Zitao put down his fork helplessly.

He has always felt that such plots rarely occur in reality, and only in novels and film and television dramas.

Unexpectedly, today he was slapped naked in the face again.

"Charlie, he's just an excited movie fan." Seeing Li Zitao stand up with his sleeves rolled up, Greta pressed his wrist worriedly.

She wasn't worried about Li Zitao, but about that angry little fan.

Greta has personally experienced his strength and endurance. Lifting her with one hand is like playing with him. A person who can lift piles for 2 hours in a row, don’t you think it’s scary?

Not to mention that he still has three gunshot wounds on his body. Although this has nothing to do with strength, can ordinary people have such wounds?

"Hey, it's not about right or wrong, it's about racial dignity." Li Zitao's face became serious for the first time, and he hated the contempt in the other's eyes.

Therefore, he felt that he should teach the other party an unforgettable lesson.

"Ah~~" Seeing that the goddess was looking at him worriedly, the second-year boy suddenly rushed forward as if he had drunk Erguotou plus Red Bull.

Li Zitao was still tidying up his cuffs in an orderly manner, as if the cuffs could make him pleat.

Until the fist was less than a finger away from his face, amidst the exclamation of everyone, Li Zitao lowered his shoulders, tilted his head chicly, and sent the most gentle greeting with his knees.

puff~~~

Everyone clearly heard the sound of the egg yolk cracking, and then the middle school boy, who was still looking murderous just now, hugged his crotch with both hands with a pale face, and fell to the ground with his legs limp.

"Sorry, I was distracted." Li Zitao said apologetically.

Very generously, he took out a stack of US knives, about a thousand US dollars, and stuffed them into the pockets of the two-year-old boy. Li Zitao enthusiastically ordered the bodyguards to take him to the hospital by car.

After he watched the two bodyguards lead each other away, he bowed slightly to the surroundings in a gentlemanly manner; "I'm sorry to disturb everyone's meal, I invite you to eat today."

"Thank you to our friends from Huaguo." People smiled and applauded.

"I think I recognize who he is, the wealthy Chinese businessman who initiated the Academy Awards."

"It's him, he gave a speech at the first Oscar."

"I heard he is a very rich man."

"He looks so handsome and has a good figure."

"Is he so handsome, or is the money in his pocket so handsome?" The women laughed and teased.

Hearing the whispers all around, Li Zitao just wanted to say 'mmp~~'

Finally someone remembered his identity.

Or it should be said that these people finally stopped treating him as Garbo's background wall, and started to look at his face squarely.

After toasting with everyone, Li Zitao continued talking and laughing with Greta to enjoy the dinner, without being affected by what happened just now.

Even Greta, although she was worried about the safety of the fan, but he is an adult and should be responsible for his actions.

And isn't he already taken to the hospital!

Eating, sleeping, and drilling holes, Li Zitao lived happily all day long.

In the middle of the night, a phone call from Eisenhower wiped out his good mood.

"The Ministry of Defense does not agree to the proposal to issue national defense license plates." This was the answer Eisenhower brought to him.

"They are worried that the entry of capital into the defense field will cause uncontrollable changes in the national system, and your S.H.I.E.L.D. is too aggressive." Eisenhower was also a little helpless.

In his opinion, those generals are idiots. Don't they understand that it is because of this person's skin color that they are the best to control?

Once he attracts public opinion when necessary, he will instantly become a public enemy of the United States. At that time, it will not be the Ministry of Defense, the Army, or Congress that will stand opposite him, but a country.

"These damned idiots." Eisenhower hung up the phone cursingly.

Although Li Zitao had expected it,

But when he got the exact answer, he was still a little bit disappointed.

As for Eisenhower's calculations, he naturally had no way of knowing.

Besides, even if he knew, he wouldn't care. Who in this world would lend a helping hand to you for no reason other than your old scalper and old lady?

It would be a great mercy not to step on you when you fall into the well.

The proposal was commissioned by Eisenhower, who was once the principal of the West Point Military Academy and was now submitted by MacArthur, the commander of the Philippine Garrison. He spent 4 nights preparing documents and materials alone.

That is to say, unless someone more influential than MacArthur comes forward, the Ministry of Defense can reconsider this matter, or produce some new changes.

And this is only the first hurdle, and those members of Congress need to get it done.

"It seems that there is no need to think about it in the short term." Li Zitao nestled on the sofa, feeling disappointed and relieved at the same time.

Although he didn't get an ideal answer, he finally got a clear reply, and he could focus more on other aspects first.

The next day, Greta just woke up and got dozens of design drafts.

"These are the clothes I designed. After the patent is registered, someone will give it to you." After answering the phone last night, Li Zitao, who was not sleepy, drew these designs casually.

Doing so would allow him to clear his mind and calm his mind.

Now, he is in a good mood, ready to go back to Chicago to do a big job.

"Are you leaving?" Greta was still calm and calm.

"If you miss me, you can find me in Chicago!" Li Zitao smiled and blinked.

When Li Zitao left in the car, Greta, who was standing by the window looking down, looked away, sitting on the sofa, her eyes wandering, wondering what she was thinking.

Bang Bang Bang.

"Come in." Greta was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Miss Garbo, this is left to you by the BOSS. In addition, if you have anything to do in Hollywood, you can come to me, and I will solve all the troubles for you."

The smartly dressed Aimo pushed the door open, left a check and business card on the table, and left as quietly as when he came.

"1 million, is this considered a mistress?" Looking at the amount on the check, Greta's heart began to fluctuate again.

"Did you call Sanil?" Li Zitao asked the monk in the front row.

"I have already asked, she will go to the airport to meet us." The monk said.

"Well, how is the situation in the Los Angeles branch?"

"The road surface is being repaired, and the lawn is being shipped from all over the country. The training camp will be completed soon." The monk responded with ease.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is the only industry that think tanks are not allowed to interfere with.

All the management is in the charge of Wang Dagou, Lao Huang and the instructors, and the monk is the first student to enter the management.

"Monk, do you want to be in charge of the Los Angeles branch, or follow me?" He had always had this idea, and now he gave the choice to Monk.

"I want to follow you, boss." The monk grinned.

"Understood, you boy, you are useless." Li Zitao pointed at him and cursed with a smile.

He also hopes that the other party will stay. There must be someone he can trust by his side, and the monk is a member he can trust.

Meeting Saniel at the airport, and returning to Chicago on a flight that was still buzzing, Li Zitao's demand for a "special plane" became more determined.

On the periphery of the tarmac, the little elk was waiting there with 3 cars.

When she saw Li Zitao, her cute eyes lit up obviously.

"Let's go to the club first." Li Zitao said as he patted the little elk's buttocks. This movement was too skillful and he couldn't change it.

"Boss, I think you need to pay attention to your image, your identity is different now." In the car, Sanier said helplessly.

"Okay, I'll pay attention." Li Zitao replied without sincerity, leaning on the little elk's lap.

"Have you considered who will manage the Golden Arches?" Seeing that Li Zitao didn't take it seriously, Sanil didn't say much, she was just a subordinate.

"What do you think of Lawrence?" Once the management rights are released, the Golden Arches will need a qualified leader, and Li Zitao thinks Rockefeller Jr. is very good.

He is a shareholder of Golden Arches, although it is only 5%, but Li Zitao believes that in the end he will be proud of it for the rest of his life.

"It's completely feasible. With the help of Rockefeller's reputation and increased publicity and influence, I believe we will soon be able to cover all 49 states in the United States."

He said before that he was not doing his job properly, but now it is us, and a woman can change her face faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Just do it, get him out of the musty room, it's time to fulfill his shareholder obligations." Want to reap the rewards?

It's impossible in this life, let's work honestly first!

"Where are those lands?" Sanier asked another problem.

Nearly 200,000 acres of pastures and land are spread across five states. Just thinking about it gives me a headache. Li Zitao is a little skeptical that he was out of his mind when he bought these.

"Establish an independent Li's real estate service and tourism company, and merge KFC and Decos under it. As for management..."

Li Zitao scratched his head and said speechlessly, "All states are recruiting."

This is how he considered the use and future planning of these lands.

If you can find mineral deposits or oil, everyone will be happy. If you find nothing, you can use it to raise beef cattle, horses, or grow vegetables.

The remaining unsuitable places are used to develop various resorts, such as the 26,000 acres of land in Arizona, which is located near the famous copper mine corridor.

There are many tourists there every year, and Li Zitao can build a resort nearby that integrates rock climbing, extreme off-roading, camping, adventure, and mining experiences.

The copper mine corridor is surrounded by strange rocks, which is definitely an ideal place for a dead boy.

Of course, first of all, he has to wait until he wins JEEP to develop the civilian-level off-road that was popular all over the world in his previous life, and it is also the most tossed off-road.

At the same time, build some beer houses, serve as a rest and transfer station for miners, or circle a unique golf course?

Anyway, the place is big enough, who stipulates that golf cannot be played on bare stones.

By the way, the first five copper mines acquired by FSC are located in the copper mine corridor.

After returning to the club and having a brief exchange with Ben, Li Zitao found that everything was going on in an orderly manner.

McDonald's franchises are in the initial review phase until 50 spots are selected in each state.

The acquisition of several aircraft factories is about to finalize the price and wait for the signing.

Jeep and Shunfeng had just made initial contact, and the other party did not express any resistance.

Think about it and know that only when someone competes can they increase their value. Although they need to be sold due to poor management, it does not prevent them from selling at a good price.

Who has trouble with money?

So he turned around twice and found that Li Zitao, who was fine, was going back to District 22.

Suddenly, Sanier blocked him in the office with a serious expression, Li Zitao almost knelt when he opened his mouth: "Boss, I'm pregnant."