"Joanna, maybe we should have a child." Thinking of Li Zitao's promise and the child, Ben's heart suddenly became hot.

Why did he reject Li Zitao's proposal? Even if everything he predicted happened and the stock market crashed, it was not his fault.

As a manager who has been engaged in stock trading for a long time, he knows very well how crazy and greedy the stock investors in the United States are now.

Let alone a little-known person like him, even if a big shot like Morgan Jr. comes forward and says that the stock price will fluctuate, all he can do is bring disaster forward.

This is a torrent of disaster brought about by the huge inertia of the market and capital expansion, and no one can reverse its emergence.

Americans all over the United States have incredibly firm confidence in the stock market and believe that the bull market will continue, just like the United States, which is immersed in excitement.

So he doesn't need to feel burdened or guilty at all. If he wants to count, he can only be regarded as a lucky speculator.

Rather than letting that money evaporate and disappear in the stock market, why not use it to improve your life? I couldn't help but ask myself.

It took less than 2 seconds for these thoughts to flash through Ben's mind. When he came to his senses, Joanna was still in a daze.

She thought her husband had been stimulated in some way, otherwise why would he have mentioned such a weird idea of ​​having a child in such a dangerous environment?

"Ben, are you okay?" Joanna put his head on her chest, comforting her husband's 'fragile' heart.

"My dear, I'm fine. There will never be a better time than now." Ben stood up excitedly, and with Joanna's surprised look on his face, he shouted to the door: "Hey, I want to be alone with Mr. Li.

Let’s talk.”

When the two met again, it was already 10 o'clock in the evening. Li Zitao rushed to the club from District 22 again, and the meeting venue became his office.

Although Li Zitao rarely comes here, the largest room is still reserved as his office.

But every time he saw the big round bed in the center of the room, he would think of the proverb "If you have something to do, do it as secretary, and if you have nothing to do, do it as secretary"~~

"Mr. Li, can you tell me your prediction in detail?" Sitting on the leather sofa provided by the donor, Ben picked up the wine glass and drank the top brandy from the Ganba region of country F in one gulp.

"Of course." Seeing Ben's somewhat excited performance, Li Zitao was equally happy.

"The Dow Jones Index fell by more than 80%..." Li Zitao's eyes were distracted and he was lost in memories. As soon as he finished his first sentence, he was interrupted by a violent cough.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Ben put his hand on his throat and waved to Li Zitao, who was about to step forward. After a while, he gasped and recovered.

"Li, do you know what you are talking about?" Ben was so frightened that he stopped calling him "sir" and asked by his first name.

"Of course I know what I'm talking about. Have you forgotten what I said during the day?" Li Zitao smiled sarcastically, raised his right hand and formed an 'o' shape with his mouth.

"Boom!" As his raised right hand fell, Ben's eyes became dull again.

The Dow Jones Index fell by more than 80%. Oh my God! Is God going to abandon the United States?

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible." Unless you are truly living in this era, you would never be able to understand Ben's mood at this moment.

If Li Zitao's prediction is true, what does it mean?

It means that the financial system of the entire United States, and even the world, will be brutally baptized like a Category 12 hurricane, which means there are millions of bankrupts.

Bodies will fall like dust from the top of the building one by one, banks will go bankrupt, order will be chaotic, factories will close one after another, and refugees will occupy every city and every street.

People will come out of their homes, like wandering ghosts, looking for any chance to survive.

"Ben, can you imagine the wealth this represents?" Li Zitao's voice was like a devil, arousing the greed and desire for wealth deep in Ben's heart.

"...Gudong, if what you say is true, then the wealth we will get is...hundreds of millions." Ben's voice was as sharp as the villain witch in the movie.

And he also changed the previous 'you,' to 'we.'

"And you can get it." Li Zitao looked at his performance with satisfaction.

"Millions? Millions of dollars?" Ben swallowed his saliva again involuntarily.

"Yes, you can live a wealthy life, go to various high-end places, and everyone will compliment you and look at you with awe. Maybe you can buy another Rolls."

Rolls-Royce has become the epitome of high-end luxury cars in this era. People are accustomed to calling it "Royce", and "Rolls" also represents a wealthy life.

Rolls-Royce, founded in Country Y by Charles Rolls and Henry Royce, has been hailed as "the best car in the world" not long after the birth of the first Silver Ghost.

"Ross!" Ben's voice was full of yearning.

"Mr. Li, I think we need more manpower... and a more thorough plan." The greed in his eyes disappeared instantly, and Ben stood up from the sofa, as if he had turned back into the calm and wise financial manager.

"Of course, this is exactly why I need you." Li Zitao came forward with a wine bottle, added wine to his glass, raised his glass and said with a smile: "cheers."

"Cheers." Putting down the wine glass, Ben's brain was spinning rapidly, "We need to have the most accurate information, an informant from the exchange, 1 to 2 statisticians, tax and legal lawyers, and... this

Everything needs to be kept as confidential as possible.”

"I need to increase my remuneration. 1% cannot satisfy a team like this." He looked at Li Zitao, neither humble nor arrogant, and made his request.

"That depends on your performance, Ben." Li Zitao did not refuse. If he could build a prototype of a 'think tank' for himself and find outstanding talents, Li Zitao would not mind giving him greater benefits.

"Before September, I will bring the people in need to you, boss." When he said boss, Ben's nerves completely relaxed.

From now on, he will be on the same ship as Li Zitao. Li Zitao is the captain of this sailing ship that is about to set sail. As for where his position is.

Ben knows very well that it depends on his next performance.

"Welcome to the get-rich-quick-get-rich-quick plan." The code name was so straightforward and embarrassing that Ben couldn't help but smile bitterly, but in the bottom of his heart, there was also a blazing flame brewing.

After the discussion between the two ended, Li Zitao said that he could take his wife home, but for his safety, he still needed certain protection.

I didn't refuse, I just saw this as the new boss's regard for me.

With Ben joining the team, Li Zitao felt a little more at peace in his heart. He still stayed at the training ground every day, mingling with his subordinates and supervising their training.

Just every few days, you will get news about Ben's whereabouts. Since the last separation, he has been traveling through various cities every day.

Either I am looking for certain people, I am inquiring about certain information, and I am always paying attention to changes in the stock market.

As for the few stocks belonging to Li Zitao that he was responsible for, Ben also kept an eye on them. For him, it was just a incidental matter in the process of paying attention to the market.

On July 31, the phone rang again. After Li Zitao put down the phone, he went to the full body barracks under construction that night.

A total of 10 barracks were built, arranged in a trapezoidal pattern to the south of the training ground. The houses there had been demolished, and Li Zitao gave each household a compensation of US$100 per acre of land.

The market price of land here is US$35 per acre, which makes every relocated family satisfied.

With the help of their neighbors, they were able to build a new house on new land and leave a considerable savings. All they had to pay was some food.

In this era, the United States is in the prosperous stage of converting public land into privatized land. With the help of William Dever, everything is as simple as that.

"It won't be long before we need a bigger site." Li Zitao said with emotion as he looked at the already crowded place.

"Boss, we can complete the construction of the last barracks in two days." Huang Fang led Li Zitao to visit each barracks.

Each barrack can accommodate 50 people at the same time, with side-by-side row beds, clean and brand-new bedding, and a small cabinet at the head of each bed for placing personal belongings.

In addition, there are public shower rooms and public toilets between the 10 barracks. In order to prevent trouble from the women's association, women's shower rooms and toilets were specially built.

Don't underestimate the Women's Association at this time. Being targeted by them is a very troublesome thing, especially for those old women who have nothing to do and just want to make trouble all day long.

However, it is their efforts that will change women's social status. This is undeniable.

"They will arrive tomorrow. There are 491 people in total. Damn it, our chef team should be expanded, as well as the kitchen." Li Zitao said with some annoyance.

"I will arrange that some of the compatriots nearby work in restaurants, and I will ask them if they are willing to change their jobs." Huang Fangfang began to record in the notebook again.

After this group of veterans joined, the number of S.H.I.E.L.D. special agents reached an astonishing 1,500, and even Li Zitao was surprised.

If it weren't for William Dever's care, he might have been thrown into prison long ago.

However, after Wang Dagou conducted a "gentle" and "unique" special training on those bastards who belonged to the Capone Group.

This group of bastards who once committed all kinds of evil have become Chicago's most law-abiding citizens, maintaining the city's law and order every night.

This is what William Dever was happy to see. After the Capone Group was taken over, there was chaos for a short half month, but in the next half month or so, the security of the entire Chicago skyrocketed like a rocket.

The Chicago Tribune, New York Times, and Los Angeles Times have all reported to varying degrees. Even the Washington Post mentioned that Chicago's security is changing. People no longer have to worry about bullets and bullets popping up from corners at any time.

mafia.
Chapter completed!