"After all this calculation, is Jonathan Roosevelt's cousin?" Li Zitao's mind wandered a little and he began to calculate the seniority between the two families.

However, this kind of blood relationship is only useful if it does not involve interests, otherwise the cousins ​​in Europe would not fight to the death.

"Boss, do you need to reject him?" The limp-legged little elk raised her small notebook encrusted with gems, not noticing the deep well on Li Zitao's forehead at all.

"No, let me have a meal with him at the Universal Restaurant tonight." For some reason, Li Zitao has wanted to eat a bowl of tomato and egg noodles in the past two days.

After meeting Mr. Mei last time, the other party sent people to express condolences and send congratulatory gifts, whether it was opening the business or when Li Zitao was shot.

In return, the instructors and students at the S.H.I.E.L.D. training camp also made the Global Restaurant their first choice for gatherings.

While taking care of business, we also let those street gangsters know that they can't mess around here.

So compared to the first time they met, the relationship between the two families has eased a lot now.

As for Jonathan, what his purpose is, we have to wait until we meet him to know.

"Answer Nucky's call for me." After washing, Li Zitao was ready to have a good chat with Nucky. How long had he been waiting?

"Boss, the call is connected." Little Elk handed the phone to him.

"Nucky."

"Hey, my friend, oh, I've been really busy lately..." Nucky complained on the phone about various interest disputes, endless meetings, and endless troubles to solve.

"What about me?" After he finished complaining, Li Zitao asked.

"Charlie, you have to give me enough time, the committee is just a start-up!" Without hearing his answer, Nucky understood his dissatisfaction with this matter.

"Okay, I know what happened last time was very dangerous. You have waited long enough. I will hand him over to you before the end of the month. How about it?"

"I want to see him in Chicago before the end of the month, otherwise your committee will be in big trouble, Nucky, you know me." Li Zitao said in a low tone.

Nucky's face looked a little ugly. He didn't expect Li Zitao to be so sensitive.

"Happy April Fool's Day, haha..." Just when he didn't know how to answer the call, laughter came from the phone.

"You bastard, jokes only happen before 12 o'clock, fk..." Nucky cursed with a smile, looking at the pointer in his pocket watch that pointed to 14 o'clock.

"Really? Haha..." Li Zitao's laughter was a little fake.

Except for Li Zitao himself, no one knows whether what he just said was a joke or whether he really planned to do it. To hell with the damn April Fool's Day!

After hanging up the phone, Li Zitao sat on the sofa and looked at the little elk who was cleaning the room. He felt very comfortable for a while.

After killing the gunman last time, Li Zitao told Nucky the identity of the gunman, and he promised that he would find the murderer and hand him over to him.

But after all this time, Li Zitao still didn't wait for the behind-the-scenes instigator to have the so-called 'joke.'

Of course he knew where Nucky was in trouble. As a Dutchman, it was not easy to make the stubborn Italian mafia obey.

If he is not careful, it may lead to a situation both internally and externally where he helps his own people eradicate dissidents and deliberately suppresses the Italian mafia.

By then, the newly formed committee will begin to engage in internal fighting.

So in order to hand over the murderer to him, Nucky must produce perfect evidence, no matter what method he uses.

But what does this have to do with him? He has already given Nucky enough time and face.

If he hadn't been concerned about his face, Li Zitao would have sent people to Sicily to kill the old immortal who still came out to play after retirement.

When Li Zitao mentioned this matter, he thought of Capone, the former King of Chicago and Paul's former boss.

This once-famous boss has now been transferred to Alcatraz Prison. I hope he has a good time picking up soap there.

"Boss, clothes." The little elk said, holding brand new underwear and shirt: "The car is ready."

"Wait a minute and come with me. You don't have to dress too formally." Li Zitao was afraid that she would look like she was wearing diamond-encrusted crystal shoes and wearing expensive jewelry.

Perhaps because he deliberately confessed, the little elk just changed into a simple floral skirt and short-heeled white leather shoes, and followed him out the door.

When the car stopped in front of the Universal Restaurant, it was already packed with guests.

"Hey, Mr. Li is here, please come inside." The young man at the door is still the same as last time, and he is very discerning.

"Has my guest arrived?" Li Zitao asked with a smile.

"We're here, we're waiting up there!" the second brother greeted as he went up to the third floor, where the noise became much lighter.

"Boss, that's Jonathan." The little elk pointed at the corner and said.

Li Zitao led her towards the corner. Jonathan also turned to look, then stood up and said, "Mr. Li, I'm glad to meet you."

"I'm equally happy, Mr. Astor." Li Zitao smiled.

"Jonathan, the title Astor does not belong to me." Jonathan spread his hands and said.

"My friends all call me Charlie." After saying this, I stopped being polite.

Since we were visiting a Chinese restaurant, Li Zitao was naturally in charge. After asking Jonathan if he had any dietary restrictions, he asked the waiter to follow today's signature dish.

In addition, he specially ordered a bowl of tomato and egg noodles for himself: "Increase the portion."

"I heard from Jesse that you are setting up a meat processing plant in Chicago?" Li Zitao opened the topic while drinking tea.

"Yes, I am very optimistic about meat processing, especially canned food that is easy to store. They can be exported to other countries and create enough profits for me in the current economic downturn."

"Oh, what are you referring to?" Seeing Jonathan's confident look, Li Zitao was a little curious as to where he planned to sell the cans.

"China and Africa." Jonathan said.

"It seems that you already have a detailed plan!" Li Zitao said without comment: "I wonder how I can help?"

"I want to be a beef supplier for McDonald's," Jonathan said bluntly.

"Oh?" Li Zitao raised his eyebrows in surprise. This was really a lion's mouth.

When the other party made such a request at this time, it was natural that it was not because of its location in the country, but because it saw the current booming McDonald's franchise plan.

"Do you have such great strength?" Li Zitao did not refuse directly.

"I don't want to monopolize McDonald's beef supply, but I want to be one of them." Jonathan suddenly realized that he didn't seem to make it clear.

"Canning only requires the neck and tendon to be crushed and compressed. The upper brain, outer ribs, and tenderloin are supplied to high-end restaurants. The breast, ribs, and base are supposed to be supplied to food stores and butcher shops.

But now the food stores have closed down and the butcher shops have become unpopular.”

Seeing Jonathan's bitter look, Li Zitao asked curiously: "You signed a purchase agreement with the farm?"

"Yes, and there are many." Jonathan smiled wryly and nodded.

He had signed the purchase agreement long before the crash. All plans were perfect, but who could have predicted this terrible disaster.

Jonathan originally planned to make other parts into high-quality cans, but as the disaster spread, all European countries and rb were affected, and he knew that this would not work.

Just when he was worried, McDonald's appeared.

He had personally tasted the burger, and the patties used were made from breast and rib meat, which just filled his vacancy.

"I will find someone to contact you about this matter." Li Zitao decided to let Lawrence negotiate with him. He was not good at this kind of specific negotiation.

At this time, meat grading had not yet appeared. It was only distinguished according to the quality of the parts. Li Zitao did not understand these details.

As for whether to use his beef in the end, that will be left to Lawrence and McDonald's managers to decide.

At this time the dishes came, a mix of four meat and four vegetables, Chinese and Western, the effect was remarkable...

"Boss, I also want Chinese noodles." Seeing the red, yellow, green and white noodles in front of Li Zitao, the little elk swallowed his saliva and said.

"Have a small bowl." Looking at her hopeless look, Li Zitao's head hurt.

You are said to be worth millions now, could you please pay more attention to your image?

Then he asked Jonathan if he wanted it. After the other party refused, Li Zitao picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

After a hearty meal, after just a few chopsticks, the noodles in the sea bowl were all gone.

The little elk is still rolling and rolling with a fork...

"Comfortable." Li Zitao wiped the sweat from his head, feeling full of satisfaction.

"Boss, you have a great appetite." Seeing the way he was eating, the little elk felt that the noodles in the bowl were even more fragrant.

Jonathan was also tempted by his temptation, and asked the waiter to add a small bowl. After taking the first bite, he gave a thumbs up.

Mei Erye's noodles are well mixed, delicious, chewy, and the flour is fine. They use fine refined flour, and the toppings are stir-fried to suit the taste.

If Li Zitao, who was used to eating all kinds of delicacies in his previous life, could nod his head and praise him, is that really bad?

The three of them were eating and discussing, and Li Zitao saw Second Master Mei thumping up the stairs.

"Haha, Mr. Li and his guests had a great meal." As soon as he turned around from the stairs, Mr. Mei clasped his fists and laughed.

"Okay, it tastes great." Li Zitao praised it with a thumbs up.

"As long as you are satisfied, your boys are my big customers here." Mr. Mei sat on the empty left hand side and greeted Jonathan and Little Elk.

"We are all compatriots who have left their hometowns. We should help each other."

"Mr. Li is saying that Mei Er hasn't had time to apologize for what happened before..."

Holding down Mr. Mei's wrist, Li Zitao said politely: "There's no need to apologize. It's not a big deal. Just give me a discount from now on."

Looking at him dumbfounded, Mr. Mei Er nodded with some admiration and said: "Okay, today Mei Er has seen what it means to have a big heart."

Can Li Zitao lack his discount?

It was obvious that he would step down, so Mr. Mei would not fail to understand.

"I don't have a big heart?" Li Zitao glanced at the little elk next to him and found that her heart was much bigger.

"Last time Mr. Mei performed in Chicago, I wanted to meet Li Sheng. I heard that you were too busy. Mr. Mei was very sorry." Mei Er said about Mei Lanfang.

Both of them have the surname Mei. Although they are not from the same family, in this foreign country, they are inevitably friendly and have become friends.

"Yes, February is a bit busy!" Li Zitao said without blushing or heartbeat.
Chapter completed!