"Boss, from now on, you need to worry about your personal income tax." Sanil blinked and said with a gloating smile.

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When he learned from Sanil that the personal income tax he would have to pay next year was nearly 100 million US dollars, Li Zitao grabbed his chest tightly, so painful that he could not breathe.

"You should be glad that this was not 10 years ago. You should know that the tax rate in 1917 reached 67%, while in 1918 it was even more terrifying, 77%.

In order not to further stimulate the boss, Sanil ignored the scary inheritance tax. Of course, this is also related to the fact that Li Zitao is very far away from it.

"How did Morgan and Rockefeller come into being? What kind of shady are there? Is it discrimination against people of color? Is it legal injustice or moral depravity??"

Li Zitao suddenly felt desperate about this world, and was even more grateful that he did not appear in that era. The tax ratio of 77% was not a paradise, but hell, right?

"Morgan and Rockefeller, any family in the United States, have been accumulated and accumulated over time, and you..."

Sanil's eyes became complicated, and Li Zitao's experience can be explained by these four words.

From nothing to worth over 100 million, this magical Chinese boy took 5 months.

If America really has a miracle, then a miracle will be born before her, and she has the honor of joining this dream-making miracle herself.

"Boss, you are such a miracle." Sanil said with a confused look on his face.

"Let's go! I need a good drink now to soothe my bloody heart." Get out of the car and lift my right arm, waiting for Sanil to pull his arm around, Li Zitao took her into the Chinese restaurant made of three-story red brick building in front of me.

"Welcome to you two, do you have any reservations?" The kind Chinese face came over and saw the combination of Li Zitao and Sanil, and his eyes were obviously surprised.

In this era, you can see a white woman holding a yellow-skinned Chinese, which is definitely more amazing than a three-legged monkey.

"Charlie Lee, I have a reservation." Following the young man wearing a coat, white socks and cloth shoes to his seat, Li Zitao looked at the decoration full of hometown atmosphere.

This is started by the famous Mei family in the Chinese Union, and the address is at the junction of Yonghuo Street and 23rd Street where Mei family is based.

The choice to meet Grant here was to satisfy Li Zitao's curiosity. He wanted to see how glorious the Mei family, which is famous in the United States, is.

The other party refused Lao Huang's favor many times, even after he conquered Paul.

Perhaps it is his radical style that is somewhat inconsistent with the Chinese philosophy influenced by thousands of years of Confucianism?

"Hi, Mr. Li." After going up to the third floor, the space between the tables was widened a lot, and only a few people sat in their seats, talking in a low voice and tasting the food.

"Call me Charlie!" After sitting down, Li Zitao pointed at Sanil beside him and said, "This is my friend, Sanil... Grant, the director of the Chicago Police Department."

"It's a great honor to see you, beautiful lady." Grant lifted his butt off the chair and said slightly.

"I feel equally honored, Director Grant." Sanil hunched down and smiled. She was not wearing lady clothes today, so she naturally didn't have to take off her hat and bend her knees.

After we were welcome, the Chinese guy walked up appropriately and placed the menu in front of the three of them, one serving of Western food and one serving of Chinese food.

"Come home-cooked dishes. Are there any wine shipped from China?" Li Zitao asked casually as he looked at the menu.

"There are daughters who have been aged for 10 years and sorghum wine, which is higher in the degree." The young man deliberately lowered his voice and said.

"That's all." Li Zitao closed the menu.

Sanil ordered Boston lobster, bread and cheese for herself, while Grant ordered a steak.

"Sir, your wine." Two big-headed wine jars were served on the table.

The cover was covered with straw and mud. The guy held a small hammer in his hand and used paper to slap the mud on the spot, then he stepped aside again.

"It's a very interesting way, boss, is this wine from the East?" Sanil looked at the paper seal on the wine jar with interest and licked the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

"That's right, it comes from my motherland, let's try it together." Li Zitao's eyes twitched unconsciously as he learned what he saw on TV and pierced the paper seal with his fingers.

mdzz~

I knew that the TV series was unreliable, so his hands were pierced into the wine.

As if nothing had happened, he picked up the wine and poured three bowls. Li Zitao took the hand back when the two were not paying attention.

"It smells very fragrant, and it smells like soil." Sanil holds the edge of the bowl in both hands, puts it in front of him and smells it, taking a sip.

"Cheers." Li Zitao ignored her, pressed her thumb against the inner edge of the bowl, and touched Grant, who was a little clumsy, and drank it all in one go.

The taste of my daughter's red is not as good as I imagined, it is a little soft and the aftertaste is a little sweet. Li Zitao was not very adaptable, so he turned on the sorghum wine again.

"Charlie, Oriental wine is great." Li Zitao drank sorghum wine, and Grant and Sanil fell in love with their daughter Hong and said they would buy a few jars to take them away.

After three rounds of wine, Li Zitao put the bowl on the table and drank it was no longer so urgent. Grant also mentioned his dilemma, "Charlie, everything is Capone's fault. You know, when that madman is there, no one dares to go against him."

Of course no one dared to go against him, because the person who went against him either died or was sunk, but Grant was definitely not included in this.

Even if Capone is a mad dog, he will never dare to kill the police chief, and this director is the second largest city in the United States, the director of the Chicago Police Department.

"Okay, Grant, it's time to eat now." Seeing the young man coming up with the plate, Li Zitao had already smelled the familiar smell of sour vinegar.

Sweet and sour fish, goat meat, spicy crayfish, sheep head stew, and a bowl of clear noodle soup. This special dish is really interesting.

Sour, sweet, spicy, a dish of stewed sheep's head, and there were only two swollen white eyes on the pale sheep's head.

In the last bowl of clear soup noodles, white noodles floated in the slightly yellow soup, sprinkled with green onions, 'What does it mean? It's clear? Or is it clear and clear?'

"Haha, Mr. Li is so lucky!" Li Zitao was exploring this, wearing a black Tang suit and a white apron, and walked over with his fists.

"This is our chef, and the boss, Mr. Mei Er." The guy next to him introduced.

"Go, this is America. What about Master Mei Er? Just call me Mei Er." Master Mei Er pretended to be angry and patted the young man, and asked him to leave and said politely.

"Second Master, come and sit down!" Li Zitao didn't mind. This dress and this title were quite interesting, and it had a bit of the meaning of a big mansion.

From the Chinese families like Lao Huang, Li Zitao learned about some of the situations of the Mei brothers, who were the first Chinese to set foot in Chicago.

In the 1870s, the Mei brothers had already arrived in Chicago and wrote letters to invite fellow countrymen and fellow villagers from San Francisco to settle in Chicago.

By the 1980s, there were more than 50 members of the Chicago Mei family, and more than 400 Chinese people also settled their homes here.

In the early 1990s, there were more than 600 Chinese people in Chicago and the first Chinese community was established, which is the wealthy area where we live, Nanchile Street.

The Mei brothers have firmly won the Chinese people's Chinese people's handmade laundry industry, grocery shops, and restaurants.

By the beginning of the 20th century, Nanchile Street had become a gathering place for Chinese people, and more than 1,300 Chinese scattered in various districts of Chicago would choose to gather here on weekends.

Meeting relatives and friends, gathering together, enjoying authentic Chinese cuisine, relaxing at the stalls, or tasting cigars and opium, it already looks like Chinatown.

When there may be major celebrations and festivals in New Year, Chinese people in Chicago will gather in Nanchile Streets to celebrate together in handmade silk dresses, white socks, and thick-soled shoes.

Later, the famous Chinese Exclusion Act was the case. Chinese in California suffered unfair treatment. The Qing government boycotted trade in the United States, which caused dissatisfaction among the rich in Chicago.

Rents in Nanchile Street have been rising one after another, and Chinese in Chicago have suffered unrestrained disasters. With the construction of the new federal government building here, Chinese will retreat to the current 22 blocks, Yonghuo Street and Shemai Road.

Of course, there are other reasons here, such as the two major Chinese unions, the hostility before An Liang and Xiesheng, the previous hatred of the two major families of Mei and Tang, and the pressure brought by the federal government. The stories inside are enough to write a novel.

"I wonder if Li Sheng felt that the food was right?" Mei Erye pulled a stool from the side and sat down at a certain distance from the dining table.

"I haven't seen the food in my hometown for a long time, but it's satisfying to watch." Li Zitao smiled and pointed to his head and said, "Psychologically."

"Yes! My hometown is hard to leave. If life wasn't easy, who would have left his hometown!" Mr. Mei said with some emotion.

"It seems that the business here is good." Li Zitao picked up the fish with chopsticks and tasted it slowly, without telling what he said, "I haven't seen the food in my hometown for a long time."

"It's okay, I rely on some old friends to take care of you." Mr. Mei smiled modestly.

"Jew." Li Zitao looked up and looked around.

"Yes, they are all regular visitors. My father brings the children, and the child Zhang Da becomes the father, and then brings the children." Pride flashed in Mei Erye's eyes.

The Mei family has been operating in Chicago for half a century, and the people and resources accumulated over are not a joke.

In terms of the current environment, this Chinese restaurant called Global Restaurant has a more lively business than the finest restaurants on Michigan Street and Roosevelt Road in the city center.

"Second Master doesn't seem to welcome me very much?" After learning the routines in old movies in the 1960s and 1970s for a long time, Li Zitao couldn't hold on to her airs anymore. Her mother was too tired to speak.

"How can you not welcome business with open doors?" Mei Erye clasped his fists to the west.

"Why did the Second Master say that An Liang's people are not allowed to come to District 22?" Li Zitao put the chopsticks on the table, and the atmosphere was a little stiff.

"Haha, who said this? Anliang Chamber of Commerce is just to give everyone a place to communicate. Can you still order others?" Mei Erye smiled a little reluctantly.
Chapter completed!