I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 738 Resource Regeneration Company (I'm Back)
"Oh!"

Li Chenghao hit his knee lightly, severely injuring Jason's abdomen.

"vomit!"

Jason didn't even have time to change the position of his hands, and his internal organs were overwhelmed. Without even a chance to scream, he bent down and vomited a mouthful of acid water.

Ah Hao grabbed the dreadlocks on his head, and asked in a flat tone: "I'll give you another chance to speak."

"vomit!"

Jason spat out another mouthful of sour water. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ah Hao lift his leg again, waved his hand quickly, and said fearfully, "Bastard, fuck your mother!"

Zhang Guobin heard it from a distance, raised his eyebrows, and was very surprised.

Li Chenghao was stunned for a moment, but he didn't beat him again, but asked with a look of surprise: "You can speak Chinese?"

Although some half-bloods in San Francisco can speak Chinese with Chinese students, there are still a small number of white people in North America who can speak Chinese.

There are even fewer niggas who can speak Chinese.

Jason explained again: "No, I learned a little bit from my friends..."

"Oh……"

Li Chenghao stretched the ending sound clearly, and suddenly showed a ferocious expression, and strangled the nigger's neck.

"boom!"

He pressed the nigger against the wall with one hand, and hung it up directly, with killing intent in his eyes: "You can speak Chinese, but you are still so rude, messing around, it's not good to be rude."

"Uh...uh..." The black ghost didn't have the strength to resist at all. The blue veins on the neck and jaw were bulging, the veins of the bones were clearly visible, and the place where the five fingers were pinched was deeply sunken, and the cartilage could be broken with a little more force.

Even if the nigger couldn't resist, he still had the desire to win. He kept waving his hands, as if he wanted to explain something.

Li Chenghao saw that there were only fear, fear, remorse and other emotions in his eyes, and he thought that it should be enough, and slowly let go of his hand.

"Cough, cough, cough."

The nigger landed on the ground, took a deep and long breath, gasped a few more times, and quickly said, "I'm polite, I'm polite."

Li Chenghao looked back at the boss.

Zhang Guobin nodded slightly.

He just looked at the black ghost and sneered: "Do you understand what you just said?"

"I know."

"I understand." The black ghost said in Chinese with a southern accent, "thank you, welcome."

Li Chenghao froze for a moment, and asked, "Do you know Chinese?"

The nigger wronged Baba: "Sir, I learned Chinese from my friend, who is of Indian descent."

"I understand."

Li Chenghao said sincerely: "You have learned Chinese from your enemy, and this is the first time you are polite to a Chinese."

The nigger looked at him in bewilderment.

Li Chenghao patted him on the cheek: "Speak English, remember to be polite next time, otherwise, I really can't help but kill you."

"Yes, sir, I speak Chinese now. Excuse me, what can I do for you?" the nigger trembled, obediently, and said with pain on his face.

Li Chenghao smiled and said, "You bumped into me, but you still asked me if I was okay?"

"Now, I want you to apologize to me."

The nigger took out two handfuls of change from his pocket without hesitation, knelt on the ground, and raised his hands above his head: "Sir, don't kill me, the police will arrive at the scene within half an hour after you kill me, you, you ..."

"Sir, please don't kill me!"

The police in the tourist area will not drive so little that the administrative efficiency is pitiful for a black man.

The black ghost howled his head and cried, he was really scared to cry.

Li Chenghao looked at the two handfuls of scattered US dollars, the largest one was no more than ten US dollars, and there were many coins in it, adding up to one or two hundred dollars.

It's really pitiful.

"Do you think I'm here to rob?"

He was a little puzzled.

Jason was also puzzled: "According to the American street rules, if you surrender now and send money, the other party will not kill people if they accept the money..."

His hands were trembling, he was very nervous, and he began to diverge his thoughts. Under the eyes of the evil tiger, he said tremblingly: "You, do you want me...to take you shopping?"

"Shopping?"

Li Chenghao was a little surprised again.

Jason seemed to have guessed it right, and said firmly: "It is the kind of independent shopping in the mall without spending money, the shopping method that you Chinese envy the most."

Li Chenghao is really interested: "Is it possible to shop in North American malls without spending money?"

"Da da."

At this time, Zhang Guobin put his hands in his suit pockets, with a straight back, stepped forward step by step on pointed leather shoes, looked condescendingly at the nigger on the ground, and said aloud: "Shopping without money is robbery. Those who like looting are Chinese supermarkets."

"Because they think that there are many black households and smugglers among the employees of Chinese supermarkets. As long as they don't kill people, Chinese businessmen are generally willing to settle down."

"It's better than going to rob a luxury store and being shot to death by the police." In the 90s, "zero yuan purchase" had not yet formed a trend, and it was generally considered a crime among North American citizens.

Different from the madness of "zero yuan shopping" after the 10s, the number of participants and influence of the current "zero yuan shopping" are not large enough, mainly because luxury stores that meet the requirements have not bloomed everywhere, and the global second-hand luxury goods market is not sound. It is difficult for an industry to develop without a market.

The government has also taken an active crackdown and an active law enforcement attitude, so that the nigger's zero-dollar purchase may lose his life.

Robbing cash, drinks, and merchandise from Chinese supermarkets.

It makes people richer.

Li Chenghao grinned grimly and said, "Hey hey, it turns out this is the way to shop, then I can collect money for the boss again."

"You, what do you want?"

Jason saw the new Chinese man with several armed bodyguards, and he felt dangerous in his eyes.

Zhang Guobin raised his hand to stop Li Chenghao's next move, bent down to straighten Jason's collar, and said softly: "I don't need anything, I just want to make friends with you."

"it is good."

Jason hurriedly said: "I am your friend, no, you are my eldest brother."

Zhang Guobin nodded, held his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Since you are friends, then do me a favor and take me to see your boss."

"I don't have a boss."

Jason cried and said, "I'm just a homeless man, and I make a living by buying the scraps picked up by other homeless men..."

"The person who just took away your goods is considered your boss." Zhang Guobin smiled a little stiffly, and said, "Tell me, who is the largest waste recycler in Honolulu."

"Baggs!"

Jason said aloud: "The Mexican has been doing business in Mexico more than ten years ago. He started his business by selling hemp leaves. Later, he was defeated by his opponent in Mexico and fled to Honolulu with the money. He is a well-known Mexican businessman. Five years ago A resource recovery center was built."

"It is now the largest waste recycler in the state of Hawaii, and has a near monopoly in the market in Honolulu and adjoining cities."

Zhang Guobin nodded, raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Investigate the businessman named Bags."

"Understood, Brother Bin."

The target boy took out a mobile phone, squinted at the nigger, and dialed a phone: "Check out Baggs, Honolulu is a junk business."

"receive."

The Grand Council has a huge network of contacts in Honolulu. If you need to check a person, you can directly retrieve the police files. If you want to have afternoon tea with the governor of Hawaii, you can also arrange a restaurant immediately.

three minutes.

"Beep beep." The call back sounded.

Target Boy picked up the phone and pressed the answer button: "Bags was born in the slums of Monterrey, Mexico. He had his first criminal record at the age of 8. He became the boss of a local gang at the age of 23. He now lives in Lyon Hills, Honolulu."

"Seven years ago, I smuggled into North America and started to get in touch with the waste recycling business. Now the company is not small and has been laundered, and there are still some gangsters from the time of crime by my side."

"Now he's at the Leon Cigar Bar, smoking cigars and drinking red wine with some business people."

"Any more?"

The person on the phone shook his head: "Not anymore."

"This is not a nice guy."

The target boy hung up the phone and looked forward: "Bingo, Baggs is at the Leon Cigar Bar. He lives in Leon Mountain City. He is not a good person."

To put it bluntly.

Mostly other information, such as who Baggs was with and how many bodyguards he had.

None of this matters.

Zhang Guobin smiled and said, "Understood, I have a lot of blood debts."

"Ahao, get ready, we're going to smoke cigars and drink red wine too!" He waved his hand and turned to leave.

Li Chenghao glanced at the black ghost coldly.

Jason sat on the ground, his psychological fear completely outweighed his physical pain, and he could find out what Baggs was doing with just one phone call.

What kind of big shot did he accidentally run into just now?As for whether to provoke the other party, Jason is no longer considering it, because he is not qualified to provoke the other party at all, and what the other party does is purely based on his mood, just like bypassing his life now.

Bags is a middle-aged man in a suit, with a pot belly, gray temples, and a round nose.

At this moment, in the VIP box of the cigar bar, he raised his legs and used a cigar cutter to gently cut off the cigar head.

After burning until it was red, he stood up and handed the cigar respectfully to a black man in front of him: "Mr. Paster."

The black boss named Pastor took the cigar, sat carelessly on his seat, took a deep breath and showed satisfaction.

The owner of the scrap recycler who monopolizes the state of Hawaii, in the party at the cigar bar, he didn't shout and drink, and he was full of domineering boss demeanor.

On the contrary, he was cautious, courteous and thoughtful, and played a low role to the real estate developers, freight bosses, and bankers in front of him.

After failure, none of the people who can make a comeback is a fool. Those who fail in the underworld and turn to do business in the underworld are the elite among the elite.

"Baggs, the loan you applied for last time has been approved, and it will arrive within half a month." A white banker said aloud.

Baggs looked happy, quickly raised his red wine glass, and said with a flattering smile, "Thank you, Mr. York, I will transfer that share to an overseas account."

York nodded calmly: "The account from last time will do."

Waste recycling is also a sunrise industry in North America. If the company's procedures are compliant and the documents are sound, it is easy to apply for large bank loans.

York's status in the bank cannot guarantee the approval of every loan application, but he is qualified to get stuck in a large loan halfway, occupying a fat water level that must be managed. He likes this kind of small boss in a sunrise industry the most.

When Baggs fled to North America, overseas bankers had tens of millions of dollars in black money, and there was not much money left after laundering.

I can't do big business such as real estate, shipping, and automobiles at all, and I don't want to start a small business for retirement. After focusing on the waste recycling business, I relied on my subordinates to solve a few problems, and started to contact several bosses to cooperate with each other. resources, the business is getting bigger and bigger.

Several bosses have also reaped a lot of benefits from the waste factory of Bags. Real estate developers can undertake the expansion project of the factory, and freight companies can undertake delivery orders... Unknowingly, Bags has also accumulated a lot in North America. Popularity, but he has the lowest status among the big bosses.

Because, if the business of Baggs wants to continue to expand and develop, it cannot do without the help of several bosses.

Since the initial capital chain is not enough, he still faces the risk of breaking the chain and going bankrupt at any time, and several bosses have left his business, and there are still many ways to get money.

This made Bags unable to hold his head up in front of several people, but the group of fierce men under Bags was also his confidence that was different from other bosses.

The big bosses need a helper to solve troubles, and at critical moments, they can also help to top the bag.

This time, Baggs hadn't even finished smoking a thin cigar, when a series of gunshots suddenly sounded at the door of the cigar bar: "Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Da da da, da da da."

He sat on the sofa and got up suddenly, his reaction was faster than the others present, and his expression was calmer than most: "Who did you offend?"

But when the sound of a submachine gun sounded, Baggs couldn't sit still, and immediately ran to the back door of the cigar bar.

The other bosses just came back to their senses, and their expressions were a little flustered.

"FUCK!"

"Who did it, it couldn't have been me, it couldn't have been you, Pastor!" cried York.

Only the board of directors and the FBI came back to find him, and there could be no killer.

Pastor yelled, "Shet!"

"Shut up, you!"

Li Chenghao unlocked the electronic lock of the back door from the outside, swaggered open the door, and looked at Baggs in front with a smile: "Hi, Mr. Baggs."

"How did you know this place!" Baggs was shocked.

First, he was shocked by Li Chenghao's big chest muscles, second, he was shocked by his complexion, and third, he was shocked by his appearance.

Li Chenghao shrugged his shoulders and said aloud, "Because I like smoking cigars."

"It's a pity that your subordinates don't seem to welcome me. I hope God and heaven welcome them. Now, they have gone up." He lowered his head and glanced at his watch.

Outside, the gunfire went off.

Baggs retreated step by step to the corridor, and turned his head to see that a well-mannered young Chinese man in a black suit and tie was already sitting on the sofa, with his legs up and his cuffs rolled up, ready to taste a cigar.

Pastor and York stood by with their hands tied.

Everyone stared at a submachine gun in the back.

They looked at Baggs angrily.

Baggs looked innocent and bewildered.

After Zhang Guobin took the cigar, he took out a business card from the inner pocket of his suit, waved his hands and flew to Baggs, saying, "Newly printed business card."

"The first one is for you."

Baggs spread his hands on his business card, took a look at it, and stared: "Zhang Guobin, chairman of Dagong Resource Recycling Company?"

Zhang Guobin picked up a glass of red wine and nodded: "Do you know who Zhang Guobin is!"

　Sorry, the update is only resumed now. It was supposed to be updated yesterday, but I forgot to wear my glasses
　　The wedding has been busy these days. In the first three days, I slept for a total of ten hours. I slept for two or three hours a day. I was busy with the arrangements, receptions, and ceremonies. I slept for more than ten hours yesterday.

　　I didn't drink much in the past three days, but the dozen or so authors drank every day, except for those who didn't drink, and some of them had three or four games in a row.

　　At the last gathering of 21 authors last night, a certain author drank at least 50 bottles, completely enthroned, poured 1 Platinum, and two masters on the spot.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)