"Jesse. Li Zitao put the documents in his hand together and put them beside his hand.

"BOSS, ah~" Jesse, who hurriedly ran in, kicked his toes on the table leg.

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

With tears in his eyes, Jesse walked out of the office with his feet on his crutches, and Li Zitao raised his head with a face full of helplessness in capital letters.

Li Zitao has prepared two franchise stores for the Golden Arches, one is in the city, which provides indoor places for rest and leisure gatherings.

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

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

Combining fast food and children's paradise as a whole, and quickly conquering the next-generation market, Li Zitao feels that his idea is really genius.

That's right, in this era, these are his designs, 'what a genius idea,' Li Zitao thought happily.

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

The optimistic, cheerful, and strong people of the United States are no joke.

He had already planned the early arrangements, and left the rest to Ben and Lao Huang to do, Li Zitao returned to District 22 and saw the map that was full of circles.

"The brains of the Chinese are smart, and this place is chosen. "Looking at the addresses marked with circles on the map, every single one is on an artery or in a busy area.

Those suburban roads are good to say, anyway, they are all desolate land, bought for money, built into a drive-in restaurant, and a large parking area is set aside next to it for car owners to stay and rest, and business has to queue up properly.

But these shops in prosperous areas are not easy to find, Li Zitao doesn't want his compatriots to work for the landlord, and all shops are better to buy rather than rent.

It can be regarded as hiding a future wealth for these compatriots, and even if their children and grandchildren do not want to join the business in the future, they can eat and wear without worrying with a shop in the prosperous section.

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

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

On October 28th, Halloween was approaching, and the streets of New York were filled with propaganda as merchants wanted to use the holiday to increase sales.

But they also know that it was all in vain, and that the festive atmosphere has long been overshadowed by the clouds of unemployment and bankruptcy.

The impact of stock market crashes and bank bankruptcies is becoming more severe, and banks are becoming a new thing in some economically backward and remote towns.

Walking down the quiet street, George tugged at his clothes with his hands, trying to warm his body.

Winter has arrived, and wealthy families have bought coal and are ready for a warm winter.

There are also working families who retreat and choose dry firewood to survive the winter, because there are too many families rushing to buy it, and the price of dry firewood is also skyrocketing.

"How long are we going to wait?" asked Leybold with a huff in her neck.

They had been in New York for nearly 10 days, and the whereabouts of the bastard on the opposite floor had long been in their hands, and Leybold couldn't figure out what George was waiting for?

"Come on, we'll leave tonight. George stomped his feet, it was so cold that his feet were already numb.

"I think the fire in the barracks is already dry, damn it, I really want to go back soon. Ryan scolded with a smile, he missed the stable life in District 22.

"Of course, the boss will have everything ready for us. George also had a yearning smile on his face, and the fire was lit, which was really missed.

However, before he goes back, he has to solve some minor troubles for the boss first.

High salary, 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 of this comes from the boss.

And the bastard who was on the opposite floor wanted to ruin it all, thinking of this, a trace of violent killing intent flashed in George's lowered eyes.

George doesn't want to be a thug, but that doesn't mean he has a crush on the mafia, especially the bastard on the upper floor opposite, whose opium is bringing disaster to thousands of families.

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

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

Leaning against the wall and looking around, Ryan, who looked like a hooligan, spat on the ground and swaggered through the crowd towards the opposite side.

At the same time, George and Leybold also spread out to the sides, following the crowd crossing the street to the opposite side.

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

His already unclean clothes were stained with cream, caused by his deliberate quickening of pace and touching the sandwich in the other person's hand.

"Hurry up and get out of here, hillbilly, or you're going to look good. The other party threw away the sandwich in his hand, and with some annoyance, he opened the corner of his shirt, revealing the pistol pinned to his waist.

"Hey, hey, there's a gun......" Ryan sneered and stepped back, his raised right hand lowered, and he touched it back, the pitch-black muzzle of the gun aimed at the other man's head.

"Now, I have a gun too, let's talk about clothes, bastard......" Ryan shouted arrogantly as Ryan took two steps forward and pointed a gun at the other's head.

This is a slum in New York near the suburbs, and it is normal to draw a gun, and the people around them see this scene and run quickly with their waists and mouths closed to avoid irritating the gunman or being injured by stray bullets.

"What's going on. Bale, who was sitting in the car, stepped down, his hand in his shirt already gripping the handle of his gun.

"This Bichi soiled my clothes, and he tried to scare me with a gun. Ryan grinned and pressed hard against the muzzle of the other man's head, "And now?"

"Give him money and get out of here. Bale didn't want to get into trouble for this little thing, and the godfather was still waiting in the car, and he just kept his guard and looked at Ryan with an unkind face.

Because of the Maranseno matter, the godfather has been warned by the CIA, and it is not good for anyone to cause trouble at this time.

If this were not the case, Baller would kindly invite the other person into the car and let him know who he was facing.

At this moment, Bale did not notice that George and Leybold appeared behind him like ghosts, and they slipped into the car behind him with a light and silent movement.

"Who are you? Seeing the two strangers jumping into the car with quick movements, clinging to his body from both sides, Luciano's face sank slightly.

"Hi, Bichi. George raised his hand and smiled to greet Luciano, then jerked his elbow up and slammed it directly into his chin.

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

Burst~

With the knife in his hand, George cleanly thrust the dagger back into his bare foot, and as Luciano rolled his eyes, Leybold let go of his hands and moved his head to the back seat.

Then the two of them opened the door and got out of the car, closed the door lightly, and swaggered to the corner and disappeared.

"Okay, that's right, Bichi. Taking the 50 US knife, Ryan put the money to his lips and kissed it, waved his hand and walked into the distance, "Don't let me touch you again, Bichi." ”

Burler looked back at the car, the back of his head leaning on the back seat reassured him, and it wasn't until Ryan's figure completely disappeared that he let go of his grip on the gun and turned back into the car.

"FK ......" looked at Luciano, who was drenched in blood and had his throat slitted by a sharp blade, and Bale, who was back in the passenger seat, roared and roared.

Two minutes later, more than 30 strong men rushed down the stairs on the side of the road, all of them fierce and vicious, roaring like an ox, and the uneasy aura spread wildly in New York City.

"Well done. At the corner of the next block, the three of them met again, high-fived each other, looked around, and quickly evacuated towards their destination.

"George, why are we here?" Ryan asked, looking at the glittering Waldorf Astoria Hotel in front of him, a little puzzled.

The evacuation plan was known only to George, and they didn't even know what they were going to do until they came to New York.

"Follow me. He led the two to the alley across the street from the hotel, where a Buick was parked, and George opened the trunk with the key he had already gotten.

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

"Well, now we just have to wait for the big stars to arrive, and then we can go back to the barracks, roast over the warm fire, and enjoy the food...... How about another drink?"

Hearing the noise in the distance, George smiled indifferently, and around the corner, William Dever, who was in high spirits, was walking towards here with generous steps.

"I'm going to miss New York. Waving his arms again, William Dever returned to the car with a big smile.

The three Georges, who were guarding the car, got into the car, and the car drove away from the parking lot under the eyes of everyone, and two police cars held it one after the other at the door, heading towards the airport.

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

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

"So what are you waiting for, let's go back to the party!" William Dever, who has been in the limelight lately, is becoming more and more like a politician, and his words are contagious.

If Li Zitao hears his speech, he will definitely consider making him a glorious 'life mentor' after retirement.