"Boss"

As soon as he got out of the elevator door, he saw Carl standing at the top of the stairs waiting for him, Li Zimu smiled, his mood was much better when he saw Carl, and the original previous emotions disappeared.

"Didn't you say don't call me boss when no one is around, let's talk about it when I go in," Li Zimu nodded and said, Carl was one of his few old friends.

However, the latter did not change his words, and still stood straight at the elevator entrance, with his left hand stacked on top of his right hand, looking respectful, which is a kind of respect for the elders by the younger generation in Huaxia. In his eyes, Li Zimu is a god sent by the Creator.

"Sitting, what are you doing standing, how about it, you're still used to staying in France, right?" Li Zimu said with a smile looking at his suit and leather shoes, he sent Karl to deal with the affairs of France for him some time ago.

"It's not bad, the matter over there has been settled, and all the industries under the name of Xili Company have been transferred to the name of Mu Lin" Carl said respectfully, a few months ago he received a call from Li Zimu to deal with the acquisition over there, and now the matter has been completed.

"I don't really care about this, this time I asked you to come all the way here, mainly to let you deal with a little matter," Li Zimu said as he poured him a glass of red wine, he was still very relieved about Carl, as a smart Jew, he didn't say anything about business.

"I would like to listen to your orders" Carl raised his head and glanced at Li Zimu, stood up and said respectfully, as he expected, the Li Zimu in front of him had not changed at all compared to the meeting two years ago.

Thirty-five years, a full thirty-five years, he has changed from a twenty-year-old young man with strong blood to a fifty-five-year-old man, and the plum wood in front of him still has not changed in the slightest! Sure enough, the people around the creator are immortal and immortal.

"Don't be so restrained, you are one of the very few people who know my identity, just treat me as an old man, we are friends, not a relationship between superiors and subordinates, masters and servants" Li Zimu shook his head and said, I haven't seen this guy for two years, how can he still have the same personality as before, and he won't listen to what he says.

"You are the god sent by the creator to save me, Carl will definitely follow you all his life" Carl said respectfully, even his voice trembled a little, as early as thirty years ago, he swore in the name of Allah that he would never reveal Li Zimu's true identity, even if he died, he would always protect him.

"It's not that serious," Li Zimu smiled with a wave of his hand. Most Jews are very contractual, and once they have sworn an oath, they will prove it with deeds.

As a true believer in Judaism, Karl's belief in the creator can be said to be respectful from the bottom of his heart, and in his eyes, Li Zimu is the god around the creator.

The reason why Li Zimu is so relieved of him is not because he is Jewish, but because of his own qualities.

As for Carl, he didn't know Li Zimu until he was twenty years old, but in reality this was not the case, and Li Zimu had been watching him since he was fifteen years old and lived in the dilapidated house next to the garbage dump.

The State of Israel in 1976 had just experienced defeat in the Fourth Middle East War and was forced to sign disengagement agreements with Egypt and Syria.

Originally living in the Sinai Peninsula, Karl was forced to leave his homeland with the army because of the war, which caused him to become a homeless orphan.

Karl was only fifteen years old that year, there were wars everywhere, and it was a problem for everyone to even protect themselves, who could care about such a little child?

As a result, the homeless Carl had to fill his stomach by picking up the leftovers from the garbage cans every day.

It was at that time that Li Zimu found such a little child, when he had just arrived in Jerusalem from the United States for a few months, and he had come to stay for a short time to deal with some things, but in the end he simply stayed, and the result was five years.

Every afternoon, he could see a tattered kid looking for something to eat in the trash can outside his villa, this man was Carl who was a teenager forty years ago.

Later, Li Zimu would cook a little more every time he cooked, and put it on the outside wall in a bento box, and Carl would come over every day to get it, and the two had never met, but it lasted for more than half a year......

Later, Li Zimu had something to go back to the United States for a month, and considering this homeless little beggar, Li Zimu asked his subordinates to recruit him into the factory he had just opened.

By the time he returned, Carl was already a full-time employee, and he didn't have to go out begging anymore. He originally thought that this was the end of this matter, but what he didn't expect was that this teenager would come to stay outside his villa for a while every day after work.

However, although Li Zimu knew about it during this time, he did not choose to meet him, and it was not until a few years later, a week before he was ready to leave Jerusalem, that he decided to say a few words to this interesting little fellow.

Li Zimu was surprised to find that Carl was actually very smart, probably because the Jews had a relatively high IQ, but not only that, he also found that Carl had a unique talent for business.

Karl was indeed very smart, and when he saw Li Zimu coming out of the villa and walking towards him, he immediately decided to follow Li Zimu and swore in the name of Allah that he would always follow him. If it weren't for Li Zimu, he might have starved to death on the streets.

Li Zimu is still a little confident in looking at people, he thinks that the little guy in front of him is a talent, and he knows it from the time he has appeared outside Li Zimu's villa every day in the past few years.

In this way, Carl followed Li Zimu to the United States, when he was twenty years old, which was the age of college, and Li Zimu paid him to study at Stanford.

Ten years, it took Li Zimu a full ten years before he decided to tell Carl his identity, because he felt that this little guy was a tight-lipped person, and he just needed someone to take care of things for him.

Thirty-five years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Carl really did not disappoint Li Zimu, not only did he take care of some of the properties he handed over to him in an orderly manner, but he also never exposed Li Zimu's identity.

For Li Zimu, he has never been married in his life, looking at the respectful middle-aged man sitting in front of him, Li Zimu felt a little guilty, in the past few decades, what the latter has done is completely for him, and even at the expense of giving up his life.

"After you do this, you can retire, and it's time to do something you want to do" Li Zimu said with a soft sigh, he really owes this little guy too much.

"Since I was born, I was destined to serve the boss, this is the will of the Creator" Carl stood up excitedly and said, Li Zimu is his faith, and he is a faithful believer of Li Zimu all his life.