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

"Haha, Mr. Li." You can see Grant standing in front of the office door from a distance, the wooden door wide open, waiting for him.

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

Grant closed the door, turned around and returned to his seat, 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 mention "Sicily," Li Zitao's heart moved. The first thing that came to his mind was Paul's warning and Luciano's gloomy face.

"With a gun?" Li Zitao put down his hat and asked.

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

Bend down and took out two long rods wrapped in cloth from under the table. After opening them, Grant said: "Mauser G98, a precision rifle made in China, which killed many enemy officers at long range in World War I.

The Weiworth rifle, made in China, has even more amazing accuracy. It once set a record of killing enemies at a distance of 800 yards during the Civil War."

"..." Li Zitao broke into a cold sweat, especially when he heard the news that someone used a Weyworth rifle to shoot an enemy 800 yards away.

If the other party brought two precision rifles like this, they couldn't be hunting.

Coming from Sicily, targeting Chicago, and armed with two advanced precision sniper rifles, Li Zitao admitted that he was a little distracted.

He underestimated the technology of this era and lacked knowledge and love for military affairs. He never thought that sniper rifles would already be available 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 clearly.

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

"What?" Grant thought he heard wrongly.

"I said, let them go, of course not now, but in half an hour." Li Zitao opened the wooden door, paused and whispered softly: "Let's have dinner tonight."

"Of course, it's my honor to receive your invitation." Isn't this what Grant has been waiting for?

After 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 alive to enjoy the hundreds of millions of dollars that would soon be his.

A new life has just begun. He has never had time to enjoy the feasting, feasting, and luxury. How could he leave like this?

"Many friends, many paths, Li Zitao, you still have a lot to learn." Clenching his fists, he got in the car and left. Li Zitao returned directly to Area 22.

"Samode, take a few people to the police station. Our good friends have given us a big gift." After leaving the matter to Samode, Li Zitao stayed in the room waiting for news from him.

Two hours later, Satsuma came back, took out a wrapped linen cloth from his pocket, and opened it in front of him.

"It was handled very cleanly. They should have arrived at the beach on the east side now." Satsuma put away the bag and said calmly.

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Although the immediate trouble was solved, Li Zitao knew that the future godfather would not give up just yet.

"Nucky, I think you need some help..." After hanging up the phone, Li Zitao's eyes reappeared with the cold murderous intention that once made Wang Dagou afraid, 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 this?" George looked a little restrained.

He knew that he was no longer a soldier, but he still had the pride of being a soldier. If Li Zitao's request required him to break his oath, George would have a hard time doing it.

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.

If he loses this stable job, George doesn't know how to support his family. If a veteran wants to get a monthly salary of $500, go to hell!

That's right, with Li Zitao squandering 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 increased from US$100 to US$500, the monthly salary of the chef has increased to US$250, and the monthly salary of the doctor is now US$600.

This doctor was extremely grateful for being 'bducted' here. If it hadn't been for this wonderful fate, he might have been driven out of his house with all his belongings.

Students from SHIELD can receive a training subsidy of US$100 per month, which makes them even more enthusiastic about training.

There are layoffs, unemployment, and bankruptcies everywhere outside, but wages are rising here, and George certainly doesn'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 made his request.

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

He thought what kind of request Li Zitao would make, which made the atmosphere so tense, turned out to be just the trouble caused by the mafia.

In Atlantic City, apart from the boss's friend who sells alcohol, who else is worthy of his protection? And of course his troubles will be related to the Mafia. George's guess was absolutely correct.

"The other party's methods are very cruel, be careful." Li Zitao specifically ordered.

"Don't worry! Boss, that's because they didn't meet me." George smiled ferociously, beginning 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, the financial housekeeper, life and work assistant, and operator.

Thinking about Lao Huang's functions, it seems that he has too many functions. 'Am I using him as a livestock...'

"Old Huang, let Paul choose a suitable industry in the city. I want to choose a building to serve as the independent headquarters of SHIELD. In addition, we need to continue recruiting.

20 operators and 15 receptionists, all of whom must be young, beautiful, and preferably have gone to college. I think it is not difficult now.”

Seeing Lao Huang nodding indifferently, Li Zitao continued: "Also, I need a team of lawyers, tentatively numbering 50 people, and a secretary office, with 6 to 10 people."

"Boss, you are truly the savior of the legal profession." Huang said with a straight face, using his unique skills, and flattering you all the time.

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

"Understood." Lao Huang understood.

Li Zitao doesn't have many requirements for his secretary. Firstly, he must be eye-catching, and secondly, he must have real materials. If he wants a vase, there are plenty in Hollywood waiting for him to choose from.

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

Opportunities abound in this era, and Li Zitao needs them all. The first thing he needs to do now is to have dinner with Police Chief Grant.

It always felt a little strange to think of two grown men having a meal. After thinking about it, Li Zitao asked the driver to drive the car to the club first.

"Sanil, are you interested in having dinner together?" Li Zitao opened the door of the think tank, and the scene he saw made him a little confused.

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

"Boss, you're here just in time. These are all new colleagues who have joined the think tank. Let me introduce them to 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 had become full of talents.

Elites from top financial institutions such as ***, First National Bank, etc. were now standing in front of him, looking at him with exploratory and curious eyes.

"Welcome to SHIELD Think Tank. I am your boss, Charlie Lee. I am very honored to work with you. I hope that with our joint efforts, SHIELD will become the new legend and pride of America..."

Who doesn't know how to speak in a scene? I'm someone who has been in forums and used to bickering, Li Zitao thought proudly.

"Boss, do you still need a female companion for dinner?" Sanil, wearing smart business attire, walked over.

"Of course, Ben, you continue." She took Sanil out of the club and sat in the car. She let out a deep breath and looked much more relaxed.

"Are you tired?" Li Zitao looked at her and asked.

"What do you think? My dear boss." Sanil glanced at him coquettishly.

"Uh... don't forget your dividends." Li Zitao's heart twitched, and his heart ached!

Sanil rolled her eyes at him and thought to herself, 'The boss is too uninteresting. Don't you know that what women need is comfort?'

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

"Oh, my God! I finally heard you ask that, I thought you didn't care!" Sanil said in a complaining tone.

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

When they learned that their boss, the big boss, ignored plans to throw away hundreds of millions of dollars and went to build some joint fast food, their hearts were shattered.

"Leave professional matters to professional people, this is my principle." Li Zitao's confident look made Sanil's teeth itch.

"The plan is to withdraw from the market from the beginning of next month. Except for the stocks selected for long-term holding, the rest will be cleared in batches within a month." Sanil said seriously when she got down to business.

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

"Four to five." Sanil glanced at the driver and replied with simple numbers.

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

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

Calculated based on 400 million U.S. dollars, they can get 32 ​​million U.S. dollars, with an average high return of 3.5 million per person, directly entering the million-dollar club.

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

The youngest billionaire? Or the boy who created miracles? Or the birther of a new empire?
Chapter completed!