Chapter 89: Private Detective

The phone on the desk rings, jingles, rings.

The black phone, no caller ID, and the number keys are distributed on the body, Han Chudong doesn't like dial phones very much, which is troublesome to use, and it is easy to dial the wrong number.

I thought there was something going on in the sales training class, but after hearing the voice on the other end, the expression on his face became a little strange.

quickly put down the receiver, brought the wallet and small number book, and told: "Billiards will be played next time, I have something important to do now, remember to go to dinner together in the evening, and think about how to introduce yourself in advance." ”

The army didn't ask much, and replied, "Okay, you go and get busy, I'll go with the watermelon head, and come to us when I'm done." ”

"OK, if you're busy, it's over, remember to go to dinner together in the evening, and meet the people in the training class first......"

It was similar to what Han Chudong expected.

A few days ago, the storm electrical appliance was smashed, and it was clear that the license plate numbers of the two cars had been told to others, but in the end, the matter was pressed down and quietly.

The little yellow hair surnamed Li didn't have any.

Han Yigun revealed some inside information at home, saying that one of the Jeep cars belonged to his boss, and that Li Sir was so bad that everyone knew about it, how could he check himself.

In their profession, there is only one way to do a stable job these years, and no matter how unhappy the people under their rule are, it is okay to coax the white bosses well.

Chinatown is like a small walled city, no one pays attention to what happens, and although it is not far from the city hall, it is like a place outside the law.

Take roads, for example.

In the early years, the road was repaired, and it was cut off directly when it was built in Little Tokyo, and if you suddenly bumped continuously while sitting in the car, you could know that you had entered the Chinatown area without looking around.

No one cares about it, investors don't want to come, and the streets are still in the same old style as they were decades ago at the beginning of the century.

The so-called Chinatown is synonymous with a small area with several streets and tens of thousands of Chinese living here, which is more appropriately described as "Chinatown".

In addition to it, there are small Tokyo, Little Seoul, Little Rome, and so on, and various groups like to live together with each other.

The city of angels by day and the city of devils by night.

This statement has been around in Los Angeles for a long time.

In addition to some wealthy areas and middle-class communities, there are also large chaotic areas with poor public security, and there are a lot of guys like Li Sir who only make money and don't do anything, otherwise there would not be so many people trying to squeeze into this industry.

Han Yigun is still a little conscientious, but it may also be because the two generations of the Li family have pressed him and not given him too many opportunities to make money.

Speaking of which, Han Chudong was originally more marginal, relying on his seniority to be relatively old, so he picked up such a position now, and he didn't have much ambition, but it became a good thing, he belonged to the category that had better popularity, but didn't have much right to speak.

The sulking smell of the store being smashed is still there, and the call I just received has something to do with it.

The day before yesterday.

He unexpectedly saw a newspaper advertisement for a private detective, claiming to be the most professional detective in all of Los Angeles.

I went to the phone booth with the idea of trying it out, and after saying the appeal, I negotiated the price, which was 8,000 US dollars.

The deposit was two thousand US dollars, and the other party promised that he could find a full amount of black material, and he didn't even see the face, and sent the cash directly to a certain address through the mailbox.

There's no better way to do it, you can't play in person.

After thinking about it, he had to spend 2,000 US dollars to test the water, and Han Chudong was even mentally prepared to waste this money.

The phone call was from the other party, and he was asked to meet at a café in the center of the city, and the time was set for half an hour later.

Leaving the Mango Toy Company and driving off, I was a little nervous, but the other party told me that the café was opposite the police station, and each other could rest assured, so Han Chudong was not too worried.

If you have any ideas, you don't need to meet in a crowded place at all.

When he came to the café called Black Cat, the door was opened, and there was only one male Jew in a white suit and a white hat.

Taking a deep breath and walking over, Han Chudong sat down and asked, "Al Madax?"

"That's right, you're younger than I thought you would, I ordered you a cup of black coffee, and I'm in for a treat. ”

The private detective, who had his name printed on the advertising space of the Los Angeles Times, looked handsome, and after shaking hands with Han Chudong with a smile, Al Madask asked:

"I hope you have already brought the balance of the payment, according to your requirements, this material is enough to break him, provided you find the right agency, I recommend the Federal Tax Service.

If you pay a little more, I can even get a friend to help me investigate in advance through my connections, and your idea is to bring down this guy as soon as possible, isn't it?"

Han Chudong still had a lot of cash in his hands, and the merchants had wholesaled magic balls from him before, and all of them used cash to trade.

didn't speak, first pointed to the brown paper bag, revealing an inquiring look.

Waiting for the other party to nod, he picked it up and opened it, there were a lot of passbooks and title deeds documents, the surname was "Lee", raised his head to look at the private detective, and asked with a strange expression, "You stole his safe?"

The handsome white man sitting across from him was more cautious and replied: "I picked up a safe from the road, and I opened it to find the owner, and it is not against the law in the slightest." ”

Admitted in disguise, I don't know each other, how long it must be right, Han Chudong read it carefully, and was surprised that there were more than 900,000 US dollars in savings, and there was even a large apartment in the center of the city.

There was also a key in the small cloth bag, which was placed with half a silver dollar, and most of it was the bank's safe deposit box.

Seeing the familiar half of Yuan Datou, he already believed that the other party had not deceived him, and made some fake things to cheat money from his hands.

He asked Detective El Maidasker again, "Help me report it, how much will it cost, give me a number." ”

"That's easy, you can do it for five hundred dollars, don't be so careful, I didn't poison the coffee, it tastes good." ”

When Han Chudong heard this, he didn't want to drink it anymore, he touched the cup with his fingers, shook his head and said, "This cup is cold, sixty degrees Celsius coffee tastes the best, since you recommend it so sir, then I'll order a new cup." ”

While speaking, he wiped the cover of Yuan Datou's silver coin and the paper cover that might have left fingerprints with a napkin, and felt that it was no problem, so he took out an envelope and handed it over, and took out his pocket, bringing more than 300 US dollars.

Leave twenty dollars for refueling, hand the rest of the money to the other party, and tell him, "Just bring this, should it be a discount?"

Mr. Al Mestark nodded briskly: "Yes, remember to call me in the future, professional, efficient, safe, I will give you the fairest price......"