Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 181 The local gangs are so rude!

The 1928th year of the Republic of China, , Brooklyn, New York.

Brooklyn in the late 20s was not as notorious as it later became. At that time, under the false prosperity of the American economy, everyone was busy making money and making more money and had no time to think about these things.

In a 150-square-meter apartment that had been prepared long ago, the lights were on and the house was fully equipped with air conditioning, fans, radio, sofa, refrigerator, bathroom, and kitchen.

The lights came on, and before Qian Bol could make the so-called introduction, Wang Yi was already rudely inspecting his room.

"Sure, you've installed an air conditioner for me? You've even prepared Coca-Cola for me. That's great, Lao Qian, you're really thoughtful."

Wang Yi opened the refrigerator very skillfully. As he was well-trained, he didn't need a bottle opener. He just turned his palm on the bottle cap, and with a slight sound, Wang Yi used his skill to throw the cold Coca-Cola towards Qian Bol who was standing at the door.

Then he opened the window to let in some air, then closed it and turned on the air conditioner. With the humming sound of the machine, a wave of cold air began to fill the entire room. Wang Yi lay on the sofa, drinking the familiar Coca-Cola in his memory, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

“Is this really your first time in New York?”

Qian Bo'er drank Coke and looked at Wang Yi lying on the sofa. His frown and facial expression said it all.

It's understandable that Wang Yi was not overwhelmed by the grandeur of New York, because, as he said, an old friend in the United States had already called him. But what if you recognized the air conditioner at first glance when you turned on the light and knew how to operate it?
He could understand refrigerators, after all, some high-end hotels in the Republic of China concessions were equipped with refrigerators. But air conditioners were only available in some shopping malls and movie theaters in the United States, and only in some wealthy families. Schools were even less likely to have them, and the Republic of China did not have the conditions.

Add to that the expression on Wang Yi's face as he lay on the sofa holding the Coke bottle, the sourness of drinking a bottle of ice-cold Coke after a long journey, that aftertaste, this is not something that only people who drink Coke for the first time will experience.

Moreover, their Behemoth Group also has shares in the Coca-Cola Company. Knowing that they plan to open up the Coca-Cola market to the Republic of China in the 30th year, it is impossible for Wang Yi to drink Coke. Moreover, Wang Yi's expression also tells Qian Bo that he has drunk it more than once.

But all the information showed that this was Wang Yi's first time in New York.

"It's true. It's my first time setting foot on New York soil."

"But you sound like a real New Yorker."

“I’m very adaptable.”

"An irrefutable answer. Then this is your place to stay. We have reserved it for two years. If you need anything, you can register at the front desk downstairs, or call them directly and someone will come up to serve you. Have you driven a car before?"

"No, I've seen it, but I've never driven it. It's not as fast as my two legs can run."

"You can try. The cars here are no different from those exported to your country. They are faster. In addition, there is a Citibank checkbook in your room. All your expenses during your stay in the United States will be covered by our Chamblee family."

Qian Bol took a bunch of car keys out of his pocket and threw them towards Wang Yi, who grabbed them.

“Is this also included in the scope of the benefits you provide?”

"This is a personal benefit I provide to a friend. You being a guest of the consortium is different from being a friend of mine, Chamblee. As a friend, my advice to you is to stay. You acted very calmly, but you really like this kind of world.

Also, don't go out at night. Although this is a wealthy area with good security, it is not true that people don't pick up things on the road and leave their doors unlocked at night, especially for you Chinese."

After saying this, Qian Boer closed the door gently and left.

Only Wang Yi was left leaning on the sofa, enjoying the air conditioning and shaking the Coke in the glass bottle, wondering what he was thinking.

At the same time, in the conference room on the top floor of the Behemoth Foundation building, several senior directors and technical leaders were also holding a meeting in a closed room.

The content of the meeting was that during the day in the basement, Wang Yi single-handedly crushed a team of seven people, including Qian Boer, who belonged to the Behemoth Group, an alien organization.

The whole process of Wang Yi crushing the seven-man team was played in the form of film. None of these directors were aliens, but the resources they controlled were enough to crush any alien, including Wang Yi.

But the problem is that the cost of crushing other aliens is completely not on the same level as the cost of crushing Wang Yi.

Wang Yi's overwhelming victory and the various methods he demonstrated in the process completely exceeded their understanding of the group of aliens.

Just as they were concentrating on revisiting the battle video that they had watched with their naked eyes during the day, there was a knock on the door. Qian Boer, who had returned from Wang Yi's residence, opened the door, walked in, and sat behind his father as an eavesdropper.

"Doctor, tell me what you think." One of the directors also looked at an energetic white old man.

"Incredible, incredible. From the video and the on-site instrument detection, I can now confirm that the power he controls is indeed related to gravity and electromagnetism. He is even in direct contact with these two forces. It is really incredible. It turns out that there are humans who can control such great power! I only have one opinion. At all costs, let him stay here! In the United States! I want to live!"

The old man looked a little crazy, gravity and electromagnetism!

Electromagnetic force is easy to deal with, at least it can be expressed through current equipment. But gravity is everywhere, but it is difficult to capture and apply it in practice. As a result, there is now a young man who can control the gravity around him at will.

He really wanted to open Wang Yi's brain and see how he did it.

"Okay, Doctor, we are not fools. We all know that it is very valuable. The problem is that no matter how good something is, it has a price. If we can't afford it, then it is not ours no matter how good it is."

"No, you don't understand. Our current application of electromagnetic force is too superficial, because we need too much experimental data and time to verify one conjecture after another that exists in the theory. But he can help us shorten this process. Even if he doesn't know the principle and just uses it as a matter of course, it is a help to us. There is a saying in China called "copying the gourd and drawing the gourd", and that's it!
Do you know what this means? It means that as long as we find a breakthrough point from the data he shows, we can move our current era forward by at least 30 years! 30 years! As capitalists, you should understand what it means to master the technology of the next 30 years in advance! "

In a capitalist country, there is indeed a bit of black humor in being pointed at by a scientist and called a capitalist and not refutating.

But as capitalists, they understand how much profit there is, enough to drive them crazy. But they did not expect to get such an answer from this scientist, because in their view, Wang Yi is just a very powerful alien, nothing more.

No matter how powerful an individual is, how can he fight against the rapidly developing industrial civilization?
"The question is, do you think the other party will cooperate with us like this?"

"This is not something I should consider. That's what you should consider. I just told you about the value of this Alien King Yi. As a new Alien, he is very valuable. Even if we treat him as a powerful bodyguard, he can gain more benefits for us through his strength. This country is not the only Alien organization in the world, Behemoth."

The directors in the meeting room were all silent, because the doctor had touched upon the most practical point. It was hard to say whether they could master the technology of the next thirty years in advance, but the Buddha was in the hands of Behemoth. If they could let him take action once or twice, they could make Behemoth, the alien organization, the only one in the United States. They would just pass on the boring business war mode of hostile takeover and commercial competition.

"Let's listen to Qian Bo'er's opinion. He can talk to this alien king. Qian Bo, tell us what you think."

All the directors turned their eyes to Qian Boer who was listening in. Qian Boer's old father nudged his son with his elbow. This was a good opportunity for his family to show off.

"Let me first tell you about some of his experiences in the Republic of China. First of all, I have to make one thing clear to you. There is another young monster like him in the Republic of China, named Zhang Zhiwei.

He had a contest with Zhang Zhiwei in 1925, and he lost.

In the conference room, the information provided by Qian Boer became so clear that a pin drop could be heard.

They are capitalists, not fools. Using their capitalist thinking, they understand that a monster like Wang Yi actually has a competitor who can compete with him in the Republic of China? !
"We all know that in the alien cultures around the world, there are legends about so-called gods. In that land with the longest history, the older generation of aliens have a generally accepted saying that if anyone in this era can become a god, it can only be Zhang Zhiwei and Wang Yi who is now with us.

We cannot understand what kind of existence God is, but you all saw his fight with us, and we did our best to prevent him from using his full strength. I don't know what the board of directors wants to do, but my personal suggestion is that before we think clearly, it is best to treat him as a friend.

Perhaps becoming a god is just a legend. With our resources and the army, we may be able to deal with him, but before that, I can't guarantee how many of you can continue the meeting here, including me. Because there is one thing he is better than those aliens in the Republic of China that we know, that is, he does not reject the use of hot weapons in combat. "

Silence, silence is the theme of the Behemoth Foundation meeting room tonight. They know Qian Boer. Maybe his words are meant to flatter the king, but there is no need to lie to themselves when it comes to their lives and property.

As for a powerful alien who is not averse to combat with hot weapons, they don't want to find the bed covered with grenades when they lift the quilt at night.

Or, while you are sleeping, a time bomb is buried under your house without anyone noticing, turning your entire family into Thanksgiving turkeys.

"As expected of a family that started out as a munitions company, will your family provide him with explosives and guns?"

"Does the United States need these? But if he asks our family for them, I can personally provide them to him for free. This is a good opportunity to promote Qianboer Military Industry."

A director who was at odds with the Qianbol family was about to say something sarcastic, but Qianbol talked him back and he didn't know how to respond.

Qian Bo's taciturn father also gave his son a thumbs up. This is what we should do when we start out in the arms business, using guns to solve problems.

"In that case, let's not think about how to control him for now. Just treat him as a friend. We in Behemoth still have a little money. But Doctor, I'm very interested in your proposal just now. I hope you can come up with a plan as soon as possible. I'm really looking forward to what it feels like to master future technology in advance."

One of the directors with more say set the guidelines for this meeting, which also gave a direction to the directors of the Behemoth Foundation who gathered here for the meeting. The directors did not express too many opinions and all looked at the only senior technical executive in the meeting room.

"Nikolas Tesla."

"what?"

"If I want to do this, I need to invite Nikola Tesla to New York. It was he who discovered the electromagnetic force. Only he knows how to unlock the treasure of Wang Yi, this alien."

"That person is not easy to invite, but we will handle it. If there is nothing else to say, just treat it as our Behemoth Foundation has invited a senior security consultant. With him, at least we can speak louder when negotiating with other old friends in the future.

As for Wang Yi, I think the prosperity of the United States will impress him. It is more lively here than the Republic of China and more like human civilization. "

The meeting of the Behemoth Consortium was over, and Wang Yi was not in the residence arranged for him by Chamberlain. He was wandering on the streets of New York at night in a suit, wearing the appearance of John Wick, carrying a Coke in one hand and a suitcase in the other.

He was thinking about how to use his other identity to gain capital in this country. His only advantage at the moment was that he knew that next year, that is, October 1929, maybe November or December, starting with the Black Tuesday of the Wall Street stock market, the country would enter a long period of depression.

He didn't have much time left. He needed to use the face and identity of John Wick to gain capital from the Great Depression within this year, and then bring the capital back to his country to support the war of resistance.

Before his death, Mr. Li told him that it would be better for him to pretend to be a good person abroad, so that when the time comes, even if the Japanese are in the enemy-occupied area, they will not dare to attack him at will, and they can even support Mr. Li and others under the Baldy's nose.

But he himself wanted to be that tiger skin, which would be easier to operate.

All of this, in the final analysis, can be summed up in one sentence: Stepunk cultivated, and the Golden Buddha on the Jade Throne paved the way.

"Damn it, I didn't know there was such a weird law as Prohibition here. Don't these Americans think it's a bit of black humor to put Prohibition together with drug trafficking, arms trading, and population? But am I joining the game too late now? The market has been divided up.

And there's penicillin, yes, that's penicillin. I remember that this thing seemed to have been discovered in the 1930s. How come it became in short supply only during the mid-to-late World War II and the Civil War?
Hiss, is this technical difficulty so high? And with my identity, I can’t use the human magnetic field, otherwise it will be too obvious. Can I only rely on the three levels of reverse life and golden escape flow to open up the market? "

Wang Yi was talking to himself in Chinese, thinking about his next plan.

On a night in the United States, Wang Yi's behavior, while carrying a box in his hand, was indeed a very stupid thing to do.

Or rather, he did it on purpose.

"Bang bang bang!"

Without any warning, when Wang Yi passed an alley, several figures rushed out from behind Wang Yi. A fist hit Wang Yi in the back of the head, followed by seven gunshots, all hitting Wang Yi in the back.

Wang Yi cooperated and fell to the ground. The box in his hand fell to the ground and was knocked open, spilling some Benjamin.

Several people simply picked up the box and laughed at Wang Yi's fallen body.

"This guy is an idiot, let's go and drink tonight!"

With laughter, several people walked into the alley carrying boxes, opened the manhole cover and entered the sewer.

Wang Yi then slowly stood up, took off his jacket with seven bullet holes, shook out the bullet heads, and said leisurely: "This local is too unethical."

(End of this chapter)