The end of the semester marks the end of the semester, which means that it has been a year since Locke came to college.

Even ordinary people are starting to hear about the economic turmoil in Europe, and some people who think they are smart are rushing to put their money there.

Not to mention the risks, the real predators have already completed the layout, quietly waiting for the development of the situation, and after the incident, you can taste the biggest piece of the cake.

Soros also started from this battle, which made him and the reputation of the Quantum Fund reach the ears of ordinary people, but among the many predators, he is only the most ordinary member of them.

It's just the need to publicize the quantum fund, plus the other bigwigs behind the scenes also need one person to take the blame in front, this time sniping the glory of the pound, and the success is exclusive to him.

Since there are still two or three months, the year-long layout is about to bear fruit, and Locke also needs to make some preparations in advance, mainly how to spend the money he earns, and then avoid taxes reasonably.

"I set up a charitable foundation and invested in an orphanage to take in homeless children."

LOCKE SAID TO MAX, WHO WAS DRIVING NEXT TO HIM, "I WANT TO ASK YOU TO BE THE DIRECTOR OF THIS ORPHANAGE." ”

"Me? Are you serious? "I've never done anything like this, and I don't have enough work experience to run an orphanage," MAX said. ”

"Listen to MAX, management requires enough experience, but in fact, this matter is simpler than you think, and I will arrange someone to take care of the financial aspect.

You just have to think about how to take care of those children's lives, I know you love children, that's what you're good at, isn't it?

I just want to help those poor kids, you are responsible enough and someone I trust.

And this job pays well enough, and it doesn't delay you to go to a community college to study, I have seen a lot of paintings in your house, you should like to draw a lot......"

"Thank you Locke, but I need to think about it." MAX was thrilled by what Locke said, or rather that she loved this kind of work in the first place.

For Locke, doing so is a way to promote himself and successfully avoid taxes.

Listening to MAX's tone, Locke knew that she was inclined to agree, and was continuing to persuade him, when he noticed that a Ferrari behind him was driving crookedly, which made him frown.

There are a lot of drunks driving in the United States, and even because there are more drunkards, it is very common, and looking at the blue Ferrari swaying left and right in the back, the driver must have drunk a lot.

"Be careful MAX, there should be a drunkard driving behind ......"

"Bang!"

Locke was just about to remind Max to be careful, when he felt a huge force, and the Ferrari behind him directly rear-ended Locke and MAX's car.

"Damn what's going on!?" Because of the seat belt, neither of them is in danger, but the advantage of MAX is too prominent, and the chest is strangled painfully.

When the car stabilized, she unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door, and angrily came to the window of the Ferrari behind her, patted the window, and said:

"Open your cousin to the old lady, how much did you damn guy drink, why didn't you go to hell directly......"

"Sir!" At this time, a car behind also heard the side, and several bodyguards came over and said to Locke, "It's okay, sir." ”

Now Locke will be followed by bodyguards when he goes in and out, but in order not to affect his life, most of them will keep a certain distance, and now that they find out about the situation, they immediately catch up.

"Nothing, notify the police and the ambulance first, and then I'll leave it to you here."

Locke confessed, came to MAX, and saw through the car window that the guy inside had passed out, not realizing what was happening.

"Okay MAX, don't worry about such a drunk, let's go back first, I'll arrange someone to deal with it here."

Locke grabbed MAX and persuaded him that there was really no point in staying and arguing with such an alcoholic.

"Die, Bitch." MAX kicked the car one end before being pulled back into the car by Locke and leaving.

Locke thought it was just a small episode, but a few hours later, he received a call from Damon: "Locke, the drunkard who rear-ended your car yesterday is in big trouble." ”

"Big trouble?" Locke frowned slightly: "Is he a relative of a billionaire, or the son of a politician?" ”

"No, they're from Mexico." Damon said in a deep voice, and then introduced the identity of the other party.

The drunkard's name was Gabriel Cordiz, a family of peddlers on the Mexican side, the youngest son of the Cordiz family, who controlled thirty percent of the flour market in central Mexico.

This guy usually does things carefully, is ruthless, and is generous to his subordinates, as the leader of the traffickers, there are basically no loopholes to catch.

This guy usually likes to stay in his lair, his only hobby is racing, and from time to time he will use a fake identity to participate in racing in the Americas.

The reason why it appears here has something to do with Locke.

Because Damik, a big dealer in New York, was killed by Locke and Damon's father and daughter, the price of flour in New York suddenly rose by five or six percent, and many flour suppliers were eyeing the business here.

Gabriel had come to New York to supervise his men's business with some local traffickers.

He was also very careful when he came to New York, using a fake identity, and he didn't show up when he was talking about business.

Yesterday, he had just finished talking about business in New York, and when he was celebrating with his subordinates, he drank too much alcohol for a while, and drove out for a ride alone, which resulted in a rear-end collision.

Gabriel's side was naturally arranged, but he came out for a ride relatively suddenly, and by the time his men found him, he was already unconscious and sent to the hospital.

Before the bodyguard could confirm the identity of the other party, he met Gabriel's men who rushed to the hospital, and because he was in a hurry to the hospital, the gun hanging from his waist was found by the bodyguard, and the two sides clashed.

The hospital was already manned by police, and the clash quickly caught the attention of the police, and before Gabriel's men could rescue them, the hospital was surrounded by police.

Gabriel's men escaped from the hospital by grabbing the hostages, but Gabriel, who was still in a coma, was not so lucky and was caught by the police.

Two of Locke's bodyguards were killed and wounded, and the police checked Gabriel's identity and finally recognized each other, and then the other was locked up overnight at the New York Police Department.

Shortly after Damon's call, Martha, the leader of the New York Crime Squad, approached Locke and asked him about the previous night.

(End of chapter)