American Super Rancher

Chapter 963 Chen Mu's Idea

"Boss, you..."

After coming to Qin Xu's side, Chen Mu looked at the punk lying on the ground, and couldn't turn his head around.

I called you here to deal with things. You cleaned up these people, but what will you do next?
"Haha, Brother Chen, don't worry."

Seeing Chen Mu's appearance, Qin Xu knew what this guy was worried about, so he couldn't help but smiled and comforted him:
"Someone will help us solve the trouble soon, so let's temporarily suspend work here."

"What? Shutdown?"

Chen Mu opened his mouth in surprise when he heard the words, his expression was a bit incredulous.

"Well, all construction sites are shut down, and all conflicts are temporarily avoided."

Shrugging, Qin Xu didn't explain why, but smiled and said:
"Brother Chen, you can also take a rest for a few days, you must be exhausted during this time."

"It's okay to be tired, but it's true that there are too many things."

Nodding his head, Chen Mu was not in the mood to be happy about his upcoming rest, he asked with some worry:

"Boss, are those two stores going to close? If they do something, they will definitely not let our two brand stores go."

"This one……"

Qin Xu hesitated a little now, he didn't think about it so much, he just felt that he was temporarily avoiding the edge of the Powell family.

"Brother Chen, do you have any good suggestions?"

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Xu turned his attention to Chen Mu beside him, wanting to hear his opinion.

"Boss, I think we should continue to work, just slow down the progress."

After thinking for a while, Chen Mu looked around again, and then said:
"Anyway, boss, your purpose is to delay the time. Let's start working together on multiple sides, so that even if they want to start, they have to consider which one to start first."

"That's fine."

After pondering for a while, Qin Xu scratched his head again as he looked at the punk lying on the ground.

"Then what about these guys? You can't let me handle it every time, can you?"

"This is easy to handle." Chen Mu smiled and said with a glance at the punks who fell on the ground:
"I've found out just now that these guys are just punks from the neighborhood, and they only came to make trouble after receiving money."

"what do you mean?"

Qin Xu's eyes lit up a little. For him, problems that can be solved with money don't seem to be too much of a problem.

Ahem, of course, he just thought about it.

"Boss, that's what you think."

Smiling and nodding, Chen Mu followed Qin Xu to the car, rubbed his thumb and index finger together, and said:

"We just need to discuss with the nearby guilds, I believe they will be happy to help us solve this trouble."

"Then, here comes the problem." Sitting in the car, Qin Xu spread his hands helplessly.

"Excuse me, does anyone know where I can find these guys nearby?"

"This one……"

Chen Mu is a little dumb, if you ask him to find a nearby high-end club, he will definitely find one.

But, you asked him, a three-star chef, to find a gangster?
He really can't do this kind of thing.

"Boss, I think I should know."

Erica, who had been silent on the co-pilot, turned around at this moment and said with a smile:
"I have dealt with them a few times during missions before, so it shouldn't be a problem to find them."

"Um, have you ever dealt with them?"

Looking up and down at Erica, Qin Xu couldn't help admiring a few times.

"It seems that the American soldiers don't enjoy it as much as the rumors say."

"What do you think?"

Rolling her eyes, Erica ignored Qin Xu, turned around and began to show the driver the way.

Soon, under Erica's command, a group of people came to the entrance of a small bar that looked a little messy in the western suburbs of Boston.

The dilapidated solid wood signboard hung obliquely on the beam of the bar door, and there were some messy wires hanging on the signboard.

Apparently, it was a neon sign for lighting at night.

The few letters painted with black paint on the signboard also fell so badly that Qin Xu could no longer see what he wanted to express.

"Uh, Erica, are you sure it's here?"

Looking at the bar signboard in front of him, which seemed to be about to fall in the wind, and then turned around to look at the somewhat barren land around him, Qin Xu cast suspicious eyes on the female bodyguard beside him.

No matter how you look at it, this place doesn't look like the place where gangsters stay?
"Why not?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Erica asked back, then went up and knocked hard on the closed door.

"Yes, but it's not like that on TV."

Cursing his lips, Qin Xu followed behind, his face full of doubts.

Aren't they all on TV? Those underworld bosses are all in neat suits, and they come and go with bodyguards, beauties and luxury cars.

Seemingly understanding what Qin Xu was thinking, Erica said helplessly while knocking on the door of the bar:
"Boss, you also know that it was staged on TV, how could it exist in reality? Do you really think the FBI is a vegetarian?"

"That's right, they all eat meat."

Shrugging his shoulders, Qin Xu also felt a little stupid. Thinking about the mad dog before, didn't he also live in a remote area?
It seems that those mafia and the like are really rare in reality.

"Squeak..."

With a crisp sound, the dilapidated solid wooden door of the bar was opened from the inside, and a big white man in a ripped denim suit came out from inside.

"Knock what, it's not open yet, let's walk around..."

While yawning, the big white man waved his big hands impatiently, as if trying to repel flies.

"Claire..."

Looking at the big hand dangling in front of her with a black face, Erica gritted her teeth, and said with a hint of chill in her tone:
"If you move your hand again, I guarantee it will no longer belong to you."

"What the hell... uh..."

Before a swear word could be uttered, Claire stopped talking in time after reacting, and stood there with a stiff face, one hand still raised high, as if it was about to wave it down at any time.

"Hey, you're quite courageous, come on, hit."

Turning her eyes away to the big hand raised in mid-air, Erica's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, looking very cold.

"Uh, Ellie, Erica, you're joking, how dare I fight you."

Smiling and taking two steps back, Claire quickly withdrew her big hand raised high, and at the same time couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from her forehead, as if she was grateful that she had just escaped a catastrophe.

"Hmph, don't talk nonsense, let me ask you, where's Ike?" She curled her lips, Erica didn't mean to tease this big guy, and asked directly.

"Ah, boss, boss..."

Claire, who was still glad that she escaped, now hated herself a little.

When I get off work today.Why do I want to be lazy and sleep here? It would be great if I wasn't here at this time.

(End of this chapter)