Hearing the noisy shouts around them, George and Andre were a little confused, "Could it be that the strength of this new boss is very strong?"

"George, Andre, hurry up, are you scared?" Li Zitao stood shirtless in the field, his shoulders shrugged and moving.

"BOSS, we're not going to release water. André threw down his shoulder bag, took off his coat and stood beside George.

"That's great. Li Zitao grinned.

"Too arrogant, George, teach him a lesson. Andre lowered his head and gritted his teeth and shouted at his companion beside him.

"That's right, we have to let him know that he is not facing miscellaneous fish, but the elite army soldiers of country M. George said through the same gritted teeth.

The two have decided to teach the new boss a profound lesson, even if it offends him and loses this high-paying job.

The idea is very beautiful, but the reality is often cruel, and after a long day of ear-to-ear discussion, the two GIs who decided to teach the new boss a good lesson.

At the beginning of the battle, the brutal K· O。

A squat sweep, George's body leaned to the left, Li Zitao bounced forward like a cheetah, and his shoulder slammed into George's chest.

The other party's limbs opened weakly, his upper body curled up and flew out, and he let out a painful muffled snort from his mouth.

The stunned Andre only had time to raise his arms to block him, and a heavy hammer slammed into his arm.

As he flew upside down, he seemed to hear the moans and wails of the bones in his body, and for the next two days, he didn't even have the strength to hold a spoon.

"It's not bad, keep up the good work. patting George and Andre, who were struggling to stand up, Li Zitao's eyes swept to the right.

The remaining 16 GIs there were going to eat, and just when they saw the scene that had just happened, and looking at the expressions on their faces, Li Zitao felt that they had begun to doubt their lives.

A fight made the 18 thorns who had just arrived become good babies, and when they saw him again, everyone's eyes had completely changed to awe.

"Li, I heard that you offered them a monthly salary of 100 US dollars, and I think they are very grateful to you. On the phone, Dwight's somewhat lazy voice came.

"I'm just doing what I can, and besides, you're the one who introduced you, aren't you?" Major. Li Zitao made no secret of his intention to make friends with each other.

"Hehe, do you need me to say thank you again?" Dwight laughed.

"Of course not, we're friends, aren't we?" Li Zitao said tentatively, his body sitting on the sofa involuntarily straightened up.

“...... Yes, I think we can be friends. After a moment of silence, Li Zitao got the answer he wanted.

"So my friend, is there anything you need my help with?" Li Zitao didn't realize that the other party called, in order to deliberately thank him.

"I have 500 good players here, and I want to ask if you can eat them?" Dwight had just finished speaking, and the sound of rough breathing could be heard from the microphone.

"Give me some time, how many of you have, I want them all. Li Zitao gritted his teeth, his facial muscles tightened, and his right hand swung forward violently, looking devouring.

500 veterans, as long as they can get the satisfaction of these people, Li Zitao is very sure that he can win the friendship of the army, and even get a medal belt.

"I'll get them there by August...... I'll be to Chicago myself if I have time, Lee, you still owe me a cup of coffee. ”

Dwight's tone became much more enthusiastic, and he explained the possibility that he might come to Chicago in person.

"I will prepare the best coffee beans and look forward to your visit. After a simple greeting, the phone was hung up, but Li Zitao couldn't calm down.

Before August, there were more than 20 days left, which was enough time to prepare.

"Lao Huang, go find the best coffee beans you can find, and tell Paul, no matter where it comes from, I will see it on the table in half a month,

In addition, 500 people's living quarters were built near the training ground, with a wooden structure and a cold-proof layer inside, which did not need to look good, but to ensure space and warmth. ”

Lao Huang meticulously wrote down his requirements in the notebook, and he was not surprised by the fact that he was building a house.

Now the kitchen next to the training ground and the room where the coach lives are all built by him with the neighbors of District 22, 5 US dollars per person every day, and everyone is in full swing.

"Boss, these are no problem, but ......" put away the wallet book, Lao Huang looked at him expressionlessly and said, "We have no money." ”

With the news of Paul's spread, more and more Chinese gathered in the 22nd district, and everyone volunteered to help them build a new house and integrate into this big family full of vitality.

Don't look at Li Zitao who has nothing to do all day, he doesn't seem to care about anything, but whenever a new Chinese family comes to District 22, he will talk to each other in person.

Is there any difficulty in life, whether anyone in the family wants to join S.H.I.E.L.D., does he need capital to start a small business?

In this area alone, Lao Huang roughly calculated, there were almost 20,000 US dollars, otherwise how could 50,000 US dollars be gone so quickly.

"Click!" Li Zitao seemed to hear the sound of heartbreak, there was no money, no money......

"That should be enough. He took out the brand-new check in his pocket, which was the $66,000 check that Nuki had given him, the only income he had received in three months.

Of course, it is his personal income, Paul's side often 'hires' S.H.I.E.L.D. to solve some minor troubles and escort goods for him, and the income Li Zitao keeps on the books of S.H.I.E.L.D., which is regarded as daily circulation expenses.

After becoming a poor egg again, Li Zitao has never had a moment like now, hating why time passes so slowly.

"Ben, ...... my money?" dialed Ben's phone and chatted with him for a while, knowing that his 1.165 million had become 1.27 million, Li Zitao hung up the phone with satisfaction.

Although the money represented only a string of zeros and numbers before it reached him, he was greatly satisfied.

In 1929, 1.27 million US dollars, all of this belonged to a Chinese black worker who came to this world and only had 3 months, who could have imagined all this.

"I love 1929. Standing in front of the low window, Li Zitao admired his own territory with intoxicated eyes. ’

He will build patches of luxury residences here, he will make this place a paradise that everyone yearns for, and he will make every Chinese person's pockets bulge, even unable to hold the earned, fragrant, inky Franklin.

......

Just when Li Zitao was imagining the future, Shlomo Ben Itzkic, who had just finished work, came home from work at Chicago's only stock exchange.

At this time, stock exchanges, including Wall Street, were open from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. every day.

The exchange was filled with the ringing of telephones and the 'click, click' of typewriters.

Each stock can only be traded once a day, and more often investors stay on the exchange just to get first-hand information.

After all, in this era when there is no Internet, computers, smartphones, and various apps, staying on the exchange is the fastest, most convenient, and error-free way.

"Hi Shlomo, how's the harvest today?" walked out of the exchange, and familiar investment managers greeted each other.

"Not bad, Rush, what about yours?" said Ben as he lifted the brim of his hat slightly, leaning forward slightly.

"Haha, I'm Rush Jeff. The young man next to him laughed, patted him on the back and said in his ear, "Haven't you picked a supplementary ticket for yourself? ”

"No, no. Ben smiled and waved his hand in decline.

He used to pick suitable investment stocks for himself, but when he found that as the stocks climbed, his sanity began to follow the ups and downs of the stock price, so he did not hesitate to sell those stocks and never participated in it himself.

Maybe he gave up the opportunity to get rich, but no one can guarantee himself eternal victory except God, and he didn't want to be corrupted by greed one day.

Stocks, in essence, are undoubtedly the same as gambling, and they will always be operated by the bookmaker, and people's greed will be infinitely magnified, and he does not want to become destitute one day.

Compared with the ups and downs of life, Ben prefers the current small wealth that is safe, with a relatively wealthy life, stable income, savings, and a beloved wife.

"Oh, Shlomo," Rush Jeff looked at him with a wrinkled face, "you're only 30 years old, how can you be as old-fashioned as my grandfather." ”

"Rush, being personally involved in investing will make you lose your judgment and sanity, there have been obvious changes in the stock market recently, have you noticed?"

"Isn't it normal for there to be changes? The stock market changes every second, and that's why we can pick up a lot of money in it. Rush Jeff said as he stopped, bent over and stretched out his arm, and fished lightly on the ground.

With his palm curled in front of Ben, Rush Jeff said mysteriously, "Look, making money is such a simple thing. ”

Shaking his head helplessly, he knew that this colleague who worked for Chase National Bank had lost his due sharpness and judgment under the huge benefits.

However, he still needs to communicate with his friends on Wall Street before he can make a clearer judgment about the recent changes.

But it was certain that the stock market was not as calm as it seemed, and that something was happening that he didn't know was happening.

All he needs to do is to figure out these things and the turmoil and changes that may be caused behind them.

"Honey, you're back. "When I got home, my gentle wife had already prepared dinner, and Joanna's ancestor was from country F, which made Ben who had married her always feel proud.

"Honey, I need to make a call first. After hugging and kissing his wife, Ben came to the study with his briefcase.

After World War I, thanks to the economic boom in the United States, the stock market climbed wildly, and Ben's family moved from the suburbs to what is now South Chile Street.

Before 1912, it was Chicago's original Chinatown, where most of the Chinese guilds and immigrants gathered, and Chinese with pigtails can be seen everywhere.

However, with the construction of the new federal government building, the Chinese soon moved from here to the 22nd block, Everwood Street and Shermai Road, and South Chiler Street became a new affluent area.

"Bob, I'm Ben, I need some news......" Seeing her husband holding the phone in the study, constantly writing and drawing, Joanna, who was ready for dinner, gently closed the door.

Covering her food, Joanna turned on the radio, tuned into her favorite program, picked up the scarf she had just started in the knitting basket, and ticked it off as she listened to the radio.

She wanted to knit a warm scarf for her husband before winter came, and the high-end scarves hanging in the store were not to her liking.