Chapter 38: A Cold Sweat

"Mr. Li, the director is waiting for you." Someone led the way.

"Haha, Mr. Li." Grant could be seen standing in front of the office door from a distance, waiting for him with the wooden door wide open.

"Mr. Director, you are too polite." Li Zitao didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his throat, so he left the bodyguard outside the door and walked into the office alone.

Grant closed the door, turned back to his seat, and his face became serious, "Mr. Li, my people found a group of Italians of unknown origin. They came from Sicily."

When Li Zitao heard Grant mentioning "Sicily," Li Zitao's heart moved, and the first thing that came to mind was Paul's warning and Luciano's gloomy face.

"Bringing a gun?" Li Zitao asked, putting down his top hat.

"It's not an ordinary gun." Grant said mysteriously.

Bending down to take out two long poles wrapped in cloth from under the table, Grant opened it and said: "Mauser G98, a precision rifle made in country D, killed many enemy officers remotely in World War I,

The Weiworth rifle, made in Country Y, is even more accurate. It set a record of killing an enemy from a distance of 800 yards in the Civil War. "

"..." Li Zitao broke out in a cold sweat, especially when he heard the news that someone shot the enemy with a "Weiworth rifle" from 800 yards away.

With such two precision rifles, the other party would never come to hunt.

From Sicily, aiming at Chicago, with two advanced precision sniper rifles, Li Zitao admitted that he was a little bit adrift.

He underestimated the technology of this era, and lacked knowledge and love for the military. He never thought that there would already be a sniper rifle at this time.

"Director Grant, where are they?" Li Zitao asked with a chill behind his back.

"I locked them up, and I asked my subordinates to teach them some lessons, very serious ones." Grant said expressively.

"Let them go." After pondering for a moment, Li Zitao stood up.

"What?" Grant thought he had heard wrong.

"I said, let them go, of course not now, it will be ready in half an hour." Li Zitao opened the wooden door, paused in his footsteps and said softly: "Let's have dinner together tonight."

"Of course, it is my honor to receive your invitation." Isn't Grant waiting for now?

Walking out of the police station, the cold wind blew, and his brain regained its calmness and sharpness. Li Zitao clearly realized that his background was still too weak.

If it weren't for Grant, he didn't know if he would still be able to enjoy the hundreds of millions of dollars that would soon belong to him.

A brand new life has just begun, and he has never had time to enjoy the feasting and feasting, how could he just leave like this.

"Multiple friends, many paths, Li Zitao, you still have a lot to learn." Clenching his fists, he got into the car and left, Li Zitao went straight back to District 22.

"Samod, take a few people to the police station, and a good friend brought us a big gift." After handing over the matter to Samode, Li Zitao stayed in the room and waited for his news.

Two hours later, Samode came back, took out a piece of wrapped sackcloth from his pocket, and opened it in front of him.

"It's been handled very cleanly. They should have reached the beach on the east side by now." Samode said calmly, putting away the cloth bag.

"En, thank you for your hard work." Although the immediate trouble was resolved, Li Zitao knew that the future godfather would not stop there.

"Nucky, I think you need some help..." After hanging up the phone, Li Zitao's eyes showed the cold murderous intent that once made Wang Dagou terrified, and he became angry.

"George, I'm in some trouble now." Sitting face to face with George Johnson in the room, Li Zitao looked at him and said directly.

"Boss, what kind of trouble is it?" George was a little restrained.

He knows that he is no longer a soldier, but he also has the pride of being a soldier,

If Li Zitao's request required him to break his oath, George would have a hard time doing so.

But he also doesn't want to lose his current life. The stock market crash sweeping across the United States is getting worse and worse, and bad news can be heard in newspapers and radios every day.

George doesn't know how to support his family if he loses his secure job, a veteran who wants to make $500 a month, go to hell!

That's right, with Li Zitao spreading his wealth, everyone's salary has been greatly increased, including those who only need to train every day.

The monthly salary of each instructor has risen from $100 to $500, the monthly salary of chefs has risen to $250, and the monthly salary of doctors is now $600.

The doctor was extremely grateful for being 'kidnapped' here. If it weren't for this wonderful fate, he might be kicked out of his house now with all his belongings.

There are also students of S.H.I.E.L.D., who can receive a training subsidy of 100 dollars a month, which makes their enthusiasm for training even higher.

There were layoffs, job losses, bankruptcies everywhere, wages were going up here, and of course George didn't want to leave.

"I need you to take someone to Atlantic City. While protecting a person, you may need to solve some troubles." Just when George was struggling, Li Zitao said his request.

"No problem... I obey, BOSS." George first stood up excitedly, then saluted, and his expression became relaxed.

He thought what kind of request Li Zitao would make, and the atmosphere was so tense, it turned out that it was only trouble brought by the mafia.

In Atlantic City, besides the boss's friend who sells alcohol, who else is worthy of his protection, and his troubles will of course be related to the Mafia, George guessed right.

"The opponent's method is very cruel, so be careful." Li Zitao specially ordered.

"Don't worry! Boss, it's because they didn't meet me." George smiled ferociously, and began to look forward to this journey.

"Nucky will arrange everything for you. If you have any questions, please contact Huang at any time." Huang, of course, is Lao Huang, financial steward, life and work assistant, and operator.

Thinking about Lao Huang's functions, it seems a bit too much, "Did I use him as a livestock..."

"Old Huang, let Paul choose a suitable property in the city. I want to choose a building to serve as the independent headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D. In addition, we need to continue recruiting.

20 operators, 15 reception staff, young, beautiful, preferably college-educated, I think it is not difficult for now. "

Seeing Lao Huang nodded indifferently, Li Zitao continued: "Also, I need a team of lawyers, tentatively numbering 50 people, and a secretarial office, 6~10 people."

"Boss, you are really the savior of the legal profession." Old Huang put on a straight face, showing off his unique skills, flattering all manner of people.

"Ahem, none of this is important. What's important is that the secretary...you understand." Li Zitao gave him a 'knowing' look.

"Understood." Old Huang understood.

As for the secretary, Li Zitao didn't have many requirements. First, he had to be eye-catching, and second, he had to have real materials. If he wanted a vase, there were plenty in Hollywood waiting for him to choose.

However, with the economic downturn, the banking industry entered a cold winter, large-scale capital flocked to Hollywood, and the entertainment industry began to enter a period of rapid development.

Opportunities are everywhere in this era, and Li Zitao needs all of them. The first thing he should do now is to have dinner with the police chief Grant.

Thinking of two big men eating, it always feels a little strange. After thinking about it, Li Zitao asked the driver to drive the car to the club first.

"Saniel, are you interested in having dinner together?" Li Zitao pushed open the door of the think tank, and what he saw made him a little confused.

Four round tables were placed in the spacious office, and the tables were full of strange faces. Ben was standing in the middle, with a microphone in front of him, apparently about to give a speech.

"Boss, you came just in time. These are new colleagues who joined the think tank. Let me introduce you." Ben shook the speech script in his hand, and stuffed it back into his pocket calmly.

Following Ben around the room, Li Zitao suddenly discovered that his think tank has become full of talents.

The elites from top financial institutions such as the Communist Party of China and the First National Bank are standing in front of him now, sizing him up with curious and probing eyes.

"Welcome to the Aegis Think Tank. I am your boss, Charlie Lee. It is a great honor to work with you. I hope that with our joint efforts, Aegis will become a new legend and pride of America..."

No one knows what to say in the scene, but my brother is a person who has been in the forum and made a lot of jokes, Li Zitao thought triumphantly.

"Boss, do you still need a female companion for dinner?" Sanil, who was wearing a lean business attire, came over.

"Of course, Ben, you go on." Taking Saniel out of the club, she let out a long breath as she sat in the car, looking quite relaxed.

"Tired?" Li Zitao looked at her and asked.

"What do you think? My dear boss." Sanil gave him a coquettish look.

"Uh... don't forget your dividend." Li Zitao's heart twitched, it hurt so much!

Sanil gave him a blank look, and thought, "The boss is too boring, don't you know that what women need is comfort?" '

"By the way, when are you going to withdraw?" Li Zitao asked.

"Oh, my God! I finally heard you ask that, I thought you didn't care!" Sanier complained.

Although so far, they are still unable to freely enter and exit that room, but it does not mean that they cannot understand Li Zitao's itinerary.

When they learned that their boss, the big BOSS, ignored the plan of throwing down hundreds of millions of dollars and went to set up some joint fast food, their hearts collapsed.

"Leave professional matters to professional people. That's my principle." Li Zitao looked confident and confident, making Sanil's teeth itch.

"The plan is to exit from the beginning of next month. Except for selected long-term holding stocks, the rest will be cleared in batches within one month." Speaking of business, Sanil is very serious.

"What about the final profit?" Li Zitao lowered his head and pondered.

"4 to 5." Sanil glanced at the driver and replied with simple numbers.

"Congratulations, you are about to become a millionaire." Li Zitao was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand and said.

Only the team originally selected by Ben can enjoy the dividends of this feast, and there are a total of 9 people including Ben.

Based on the calculation of 400 million US dollars, they can get 32 ​​million US dollars, an average high return of 3.5 million per person, and go straight into the million-dollar club.

"Do you need me to congratulate you, boss?" Sanier said playfully.

The youngest billionaire? Or a boy who performed miracles? Or the birth of a new empire?

If he knew Sanil's current thoughts, Li Zitao would definitely suggest that she change her career, and the editor-in-chief of a gossip magazine would be more suitable for her.