"BOSS, from now on, you need to worry about your personal taxes. Sanirle blinked and said with a gloating smile.

“......”？？？

When he learned from Sanille that the personal income tax he needs to pay next year is nearly 100 million US dollars, Li Zitao clutched his chest and couldn't breathe in pain.

"You should be glad this wasn't 10 years ago, but in 1917 the tax rate was 67 percent, and in 1918 it was even more horrible at 77 percent. ”

In order not to further stimulate the boss, Sanirle ignores the inheritance tax that scares people to death, of course, this is also related to the fact that Li Zitao is far away from it.

"How did Morgan and Rockefeller come into being? What kind of shady curtain is this, is it discrimination against people of color, is it legal injustice or moral degradation?"

Li Zitao suddenly felt hopeless about this world, and was even more glad that he did not appear in that era, with a tax rate of 77 percent, this is not heaven, it is hell, right?

"Morgan and Rockefeller, any family in the United States, their wealth has been accumulated over the past hundred years and accumulated over time, and you ......"

Sanille's gaze became complicated, he became rich overnight, Li Zitao's experience can really be explained by these four words.

From nothing to a worth of more than 100 million, this magical Chinese teenager took 5 months.

If there was a miracle in the United States, it was born before her eyes, and she had the privilege of being part of the miracle of dreaming.

"Boss, you're a miracle. Sanielle said with a confused look.

"Let's go! I need a drink right now to soothe my bleeding heart. After getting out of the car and raising her right arm, Li Zitao led her into the three-story red brick Chinese restaurant in front of her.

"Welcome to the two of you, do you have a reservation?" The friendly Chinese face greeted him, and he was obviously a little surprised when he saw the combination of Li Zitao and Sanille in yellow and white.

In this era, it is absolutely surprising to be able to see a white woman holding a yellow-skinned Chinese man than a three-legged monkey.

"Charlie Lee, I have a predetermined place. Following the young man in a coat, white socks, and cloth shoes to his seat, Li Zitao looked at the decoration full of hometown atmosphere.

It is run by the Mei family, a well-known member of the Chinese trade union, and its address is at the junction of Yonghuo Street and 23rd Street, where Mei's foothold is based.

The choice to meet Grant here was entirely to satisfy Li Zitao's curiosity, and he wanted to see how beautiful the Mei family, which is famous in the United States.

The other party rejected Lao Huang's wooing many times, even after he accepted Paul.

Perhaps his radical style is somewhat inconsistent with the Chinese philosophy influenced by Confucianism for thousands of years?

"Hi, Mr. Lee. "On the third floor, the space between the tables has opened up a lot, and only a few people are sitting in their seats, whispering and tasting food.

"Call me Charlie!" After sitting down, Li Zitao pointed to Sanielle beside him and said, "This is my friend, Sanielle...... Grant, Chief of the Chicago Police Department. ”

"It's an honor to meet you, beautiful lady. Grant lifted his ass off the chair and bowed slightly.

"I'm equally honored, Director Grant. Sanielle smiled, she didn't wear a lady's dress today, so naturally she didn't have to take off her hat and bend her knees.

After the politeness was over, the Chinese brother stepped forward appropriately and put the menu in front of the three of them, in duplicate, one Western food and one Chinese food.

"Let's have some home-cooked food, do you have any wine from Huaguo?" asked Li Zitao casually looking at the menu.

"Yes, the 10-year-old daughter red, and the sorghum wine, the degree is higher. The little brother deliberately lowered his voice and said.

"That's all. Li Zitao closed the menu.

Sanirle ordered herself a Boston lobster, bread and cheese, and Grant asked for a steak.

"Your wine, sir. Two jars with large heads were brought to the table.

The top is a cover made of straw living mud, and the little brother holds a small hammer in his hand, and knocks the mud on the spot with a paper pad, and then retreats to the side.

"Interesting method, BOSS, is this a wine from the East?" Sanille looked at the paper envelope on the wine jar with great interest, and unconsciously licked the corners of his mouth.

"That's right, it's from my home country, let's try it together. Learning what he saw on TV, he pierced the paper seal with his fingers, and the corners of Li Zitao's eyes twitched unconsciously.

Mdzz~

knew that the TV series was unreliable, and his hands were all stuck in the wine.

Lifting the wine casually and pouring three bowls, Li Zitao pulled his hand back when the two of them were not paying attention.

"It was fragrant and had an earthy smell. Sanielle held the edge of the bowl in both hands, put it in front of him, sniffed it, and took a sip.

"Cheers. Li Zitao didn't pay attention to her, his thumb clasped the inner edge of the bowl and lifted it, touched Grant, who was a little clumsy, and drank it all with a clumsy bang.

The taste of the daughter's red is not as good as expected, it is a little soft, and the aftertaste is a little sweet, Li Zitao is not very adaptable, so he opened the sorghum wine again.

"Charlie, the wine of the East, was great. Li Zitao drank sorghum wine, and Grant and Sanirle fell in love with their daughter Hong, and said that they would buy a few jars to take away.

After three rounds of drinking, Li Zitao put the bowl on the table, and the drink was no longer so urgent, and Grant also mentioned his predicament, "Charlie, everything is Capone's fault, you know, when that madman is here, no one dares to go against him." ”

Of course, no one dared to oppose him, because those who opposed him were either dead or sunk in the sea, but this definitely did not include Grant.

Even if Capone was a mad dog, he would never dare to kill the police chief, and this chief is also the chief of the Chicago Police Department, the second largest city in the United States.

"Alright, Grant, it's food time. Seeing the little brother coming up with a plate, Li Zitao already smelled the familiar smell of sour vinegar.

Sweet and sour fish, squirrel, spicy crayfish, sheep's head stew, and a bowl of noodle consommé are really interesting specialties.

Sour, sweet, spicy, a sheep's head stew, and only two swollen white eyes on the white sheep's head.

In the last bowl of clear soup noodles, white noodles floating in the yellowish soup and sprinkled with shallots, 'What do you mean?

"Haha, Mr. Li, you are far away!" Li Zitao was fooling around, wearing a black Tang suit and a white apron, and the middle-aged man walked over with his fists clenched.

"This is our chef and the boss, Second Master Mei. The little brother next to him introduced.

"Go, this is the United States, what is Mei Erye, Mr. Li can just call me Mei Er. Second Master Mei pretended to be annoyed and patted the little brother down, and said politely after letting him leave.

"Second master, let's sit down!" Li Zitao didn't mind, this dress, this title, it was very interesting, a bit like a mansion.

From Lao Huang's Chinese family, Li Zitao learned some about the Mei brothers, who were the first Chinese to set foot in Chicago.

In the 70s of the 19th century, the Mei brothers arrived in Chicago and wrote a letter inviting their compatriots in San Francisco, their fathers and fellow villagers to settle in Chicago.

By the 80s, there were more than 50 members of the Chicago Mei family, and more than 400 Chinese people had also made their homes here.

In the early 90s, there were more than 600 Chinese in Chicago, and the first Chinese community was formed, which is the affluent neighborhood where we now live, South Chiler Street.

Opened a Chinese handmade laundry, grocery stores, restaurants, and formed a Chinese trade union, and the Mei brothers firmly surrounded the Chinese.

By the beginning of the 20th century, South Chiler Street had become a Chinese hub, with more than 1,300 Chinese scattered throughout Chicago meeting here on weekends.

Meeting with family and friends, gathering with friends, enjoying authentic Chinese cuisine, relaxing at a stall, or sipping cigars and opium, has already become a Chinatown.

When there is a New Year or a major celebration, the Chinese people from all over Chicago will gather on the streets of Nanchiler, wearing handmade silk dresses, white socks, and platform shoes, to celebrate together.

Later, there was the famous "Chinese Exclusion Act", the Chinese in California suffered unfair treatment, and the Qing government boycotted the trade of the United States, which caused the dissatisfaction of the wealthy in Chicago one after another.

Rents on South Chiler Street continued to rise, and the Chinese in Chicago suffered unjustifiably, and with the construction of the new federal government building here, the Chinese withdrew to the current 22 blocks, Everwood Street and Shermai Road.

Of course, there are other reasons for this, such as the two major Chinese trade unions, the previous enmity between An Liang and Xiesheng, the previous enmity between the Mei family and the Tang family, and the pressure brought by the federal government, and the story in it is enough to write a long novel.

"I don't know if Li Sheng thinks the food fits?" Second Master Mei pulled a stool from the side and sat down at a certain distance from the dining table.

"It's been a long time since I've seen my hometown's food, but just looking at it is satisfying. Li Zitao smiled, pointed to his head and said, "Spiritual." ”

"Yes, it's hard to leave the homeland, if it's not a bad time, who wants to leave their homeland!" Second Master Mei said with some emotion.

"Looks like business is doing well here. Li Zitao held the fish with chopsticks and tasted it slowly, and he couldn't see it at all as he said, 'I haven't seen hometown food for a long time.' ’

"It's okay, it's all taken care of by some old friends. Second Master Mei smiled modestly.

"Jews. Li Zitao looked up and looked around.

"Yes, they are all regulars, the father brings the child, the child becomes the father, and then the child comes. Second Master Mei's eyes flashed with pride.

The Mei family has been in business in Chicago for half a century, and the connections and resources they have amassed are no joke.

In today's climate, the Chinese restaurant, known as Globe Restaurant, is busier than the fine dining restaurants on Michigan Avenue and Roosevelt Road in the heart of the city.

"The second master doesn't seem to welcome me?" After learning the routines in the old movies of the sixties and seventies for a long time, Li Zitao's frame couldn't stand it, and her mother was too tired to talk.

"How can it not be welcome to open the door to do business. Second Master Mei clenched his fist towards the west.

"Why did the second master say that Anliang's people were not allowed to come to District 22. Li Zitao put the chopsticks on the table, and the atmosphere was a little stiff.

"Haha, who said this, Anliang Chamber of Commerce and Industry, just to let everyone have a place to communicate, can you still order others. Second Master Mei smiled a little reluctantly.