No matter when, the government and public departments need credibility, so when doing things, they must worry more and cannot do whatever they want.

For example, the Boston Police Department, even if the Boston Police Department knows who is the culprit of the city chaos, the Boston Police Department can do nothing without evidence.

Private companies like Chuntian Security are different. When police handle cases, they must first declare, "You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will become a certificate in court." Private security companies have no scruples. They should take action first and suffer later. They would rather kill three thousand by mistake than let one go.

This is how Chuntian Security developed in New York. It has the support of the New York Police Department on the surface and the support of Junma Group behind it. If Chu Wushuang and others can't make it, I'm really sorry for the golden sign "Hongmen".

It is not impossible to move Chuntian Security to Boston. Junma Group also has an industry in Boston. Junma Laboratory is located on the banks of the Charles River and is one of the core industries of Junma Group. The security work here is the Springfield Security Company. It is precisely because of the existence of Chuntian Security that Junma Laboratory is located in the area with the best security in Boston, but this model does not have much possibility of promotion. If the scope of Chuntian Security is to be expanded, it will definitely violate the vested interests of many people. The Boston government may not have this courage, so Li Mu will not take on this matter rashly.

John Hancock didn't expect to transfer the business center of Junma Group in just a few words. For a city with a population of hundreds of thousands, it is not completely unacceptable to disappear or be killed every month. However, the attitude that should be done is still necessary. Junma Group's business focus is Springfield and New York. Boston, as the capital of Massachusetts, is nothing wrong. This is what John Hancock cannot accept.

"Reim, you know, tens of thousands of people pour into this city every month. These people have no jobs, no remaining property, and have nothing to do from the European continent. As the actual owner of a city, we should do something for them." John Hancock put Li Mu in an equal position and his attitude was very positive.

Since the Tweed Group incident, the word "city boss" has begun to become a derogatory term. Before the Tweed Group incident, all mayors were proud of the title "city boss". Now this title has added more sense of responsibility. If the happiness of urban residents cannot be made in life, this once glorious word is more like irony.

Li Mu did not have the awareness of being a city boss, but Li Mu was still a little interested in what John Hancock called the "actual owner of the city".

In the evening, Tom Levitra finished his work and walked out of the office where he had been staying for 20 years in a carton containing some miscellaneous items.

Tom Levitra is the owner of a shipping company in New York, a family business with a long history of 50 years. At least since his grandfather's generation, he has been running this shipping company.

Tom Levitra sees this company more important than his own life, but the ruthless economic crisis shatters all Tom's dreams. Today, the beloved family business has finally come to an end, but Tom has no regrets. He has worked hard and paid. Although the result is not satisfactory, Tom thinks he deserves his last name.

Standing on the ancient street with drizzling drizzles, Tom finally looked back at his office. The cold raindrops hit Tom's face and flowed down Tom's sideburns into Tom's neck. It was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears.

Feeling a little sour and a fire burning in his heart, Tom wanted to roar and vent the depression in his chest, but he didn't want others to notice his downfall, so Tom lowered his hat, covered the collar of his windbreaker, and lowered his head along the street to walk towards the familiar Old Chuck Tavern.

That's right, it's the tavern. Tom doesn't want to go home today, although he has a gentle and lovely wife and two lively and cute sons waiting for him at home.

When I opened the door, accompanied by the crisp sound of wind chimes, a sultry and hot air mixed with the aroma of wheat and malt came to my face.

"Good evening, Tom." The one who was bartending at the counter was Old Chuck's grandson, Little Chuck. Seeing Tom in, Little Chuck greeted him diligently and pushed a glass of beer from the counter.

The tavern was very lively, and the little Chuck was very busy. The economic crisis did not have any impact on the old Chuck tavern. Perhaps it was because more and more people were frustrated, and the business seemed to be better than usual.

"Give me a glass of whiskey..." Tom didn't want to drink beer today, and he urgently needed a little anesthesia with high concentrations of alcohol.

"As you wish..." Little Chuck didn't talk nonsense and immediately changed into a glass of whiskey.

The light golden liquid looks very beautiful in the crystal clear glass cup. The cup body is not smooth and has some irregular protrusions, so the liquid in the cup looks a bit unreal, hazy and dreamy, like a raindrop as thin as smoke outside the door.

Tom drank a little anxiously, and suddenly drank it in a big gulp. Tom immediately coughed violently, and his nose was flowing. I don’t know if it was the wine or the snot flowing down the thick stubble. It formed a small pile on the counter in front of him. Two ladies who came over to meet him immediately hid far away.

"Chuk, another glass." A glass of wine is far from enough to anesthetize one's nerves, and Tom needs more.

"You have overdose today. Try the stout beer bar I just brewed..." They are all regular customers. After decades of dealing with each other, Chuck is also responsible for his customers.

As he spoke, a glass of dark beer was placed in front of Tom. There was a crown logo on the beer mug. The front hooves of the horse on the monument were niggling to the sky, and the shape was fierce and fierce.

Tom recognizes that this is Budweiser beer just launched by Junma Group.

The way Junma Group promotes this beer is clever. They fermented the malt into semi-finished products and sent them to various beer halls. The bar owners can add and blend them according to their preferences to form different flavors.

Even if a person who knows nothing about brewing wine, bringing this semi-finished product home, you only need to add a certain proportion of water to get a pretty good beer.

Although Chuck Little Chuck is also a veteran in brewing, Chuck Little Chuck does not reject this malt, because Chuck was surprised to find that using this malt blended beer not only reduces the cost, but also has not too bad taste, so Budweiser immediately became the signature of Chuck's Tavern.

"Chuk, give me a cup of exciting things." Tom was a little excited and shouted at the counter.

"Give him a glass of rum and count it on my account." A somewhat frivolous and lazy voice sounded, full of teasing, accompanied by the sound of a coin falling on the counter.

Tom turned his head and glanced at Doug, with indescribable disgust in his eyes.

Doug is a lawyer. Although he has a high social status, this profession is not popular. Whenever Doug appears, it is always accompanied by lawsuits and troubles. Especially after Doug was hired by the Junma Group, Tom disliked him even more.

"If you still want to persuade me to sell the company, then I want to tell you, unfortunately, I have sold the company to Charlie, and Levitra Shipping has nothing to do with me." Tom laughed, his laughter was filled with sadness and desolation. As he smiled, tears dripped down his eyes.

"My dear Tom, I should say what you are good about, don't you know? Charlie was employed by the Japanese Consulate, and I remember I reminded you many times." Doug asked for a glass of rum, but did not rush to drink it, leaned against the counter with the cup, shaking his head, and looking at Tom with a pity.

"Damn it, Charlie is employed by me for what I have to do with me. I just want to sell my company at a good price. Whoever pays the price will sell it to whom." Although Tom's mouth was still very hard, a trace of guilt passed through his eyes. If someone who was not very familiar with Tom, he would not be able to notice it.

After more than 50 years of operation, Levitra Shipping Company has some wealth. Before that, Levitra Shipping Company owned more than 20 ships of various types, with a total tonnage of more than 50,000 tons.

About a few months ago, Tom heard a rumor that it was probably a shipyard in Santiago, Cuba, to buy a large number of used ships that were about to be dismantled. This shipyard is quite domineering, and all of the used ships must be sold to them or to them.

At that time, the operating conditions of Levitra Shipping Company were OK, so Tom didn't take the news to heart.

Unexpectedly, a few months later, the situation suddenly reversed. The shipping industry rookie Eibore-Rim Shipping Company was split and Eibore, which specializes in European routes, purchased a large number of new ships and signed a monopoly transportation contract with New York Customs. The business of Levith Shipping Company was greatly affected.

If this is the case, it will not cause a fatal blow to Tom. At this moment, Tom's partners asked to withdraw funds, and the bank's loan could not be repaid when it expired. Tom had to file for bankruptcy and sell the assets of Levitra Shipping to repay the debt.

At this point, Tom had long forgotten the rumor. Tom also knew that Charlie served the Japanese, but what did it matter? Reeves Shipping mainly engaged in European transportation business and had no business dealings with the Far East. Tom didn't even know where Japan was, so Tom didn't care about so much.

After the news that Levitra Shipping was about to be sold, Doug found Tom and asked to acquire all the ships of Levitra Shipping. At this time, Charlie also found Tom, and the price given was 5,000 US dollars higher than that given by Doug, so Tom naturally chose to package all the ships of Levitra Shipping to Charlie.

Just this afternoon, Tom had just signed a contract with Charlie in his office and received a deposit of 10,000 US dollars, so Tom has no way out. If he chooses to break the contract, the penalty will be unbearable to Tom.

"What a pity, you have to earn a life and have a life." Doug looked at Tom with pity.

Tom used to have to come to Chuck's tavern for a drink after get off work, so strictly speaking, Chuck's tavern should be Tom's territory. If Tom and Doug had a conflict here, Tom believed that Chuck would definitely stand on his side.

There was a shotgun hidden under the counter in front of me, so Tom was fearless: "You damn puppy, what do you want to do? Are you threatening me?"

Tom really wants to find someone to fight, even if he is beaten up, which may make Tom feel a little better.

Doug did not have a conflict with Tom, and smiled slightly and took a step back half a step, and then a figure occupied Doug's position just now.

This is a fierce guy with a pair of cruel eyes. His ears were half gone and his nose was violently torn open. Perhaps because the doctor he was looking for was not smart, the scar was very ferocious. He was wearing a shabby felt hat and a vest with a broken hole. The vest was tightly slinging on his developed muscles, which could not cover the tattoos and scars on this guy's body.

Generally, only Irish people dress up like this, but looking at the pistol hanging on this guy's waist, he doesn't look like an Irish person.

Ordinary Irish people cannot afford a horse craft pistol.

"Tom, I'll give you a chance to find Charlie and tell him that you've regretted it. You won't sell Levitra shipping to him." The guy's voice was hoarse and a little leaking, as if his vocal cords were torn apart, but never looked good.

Tom knew that this was because this guy's vocal cord was burned by fire. There was such a person in Tom's company before, and later that person jumped into the sea and committed suicide because he could not bear the torture of pain.

"I...why do I do this..." Tom felt that his underwear was soaked in sweat, and sweat dripped down his hair on his forehead, and the eyes that flowed into the corners of his eyes were a little painful, but Tom dared not wipe it.

"Because you want to live..." The guy in front of him smiled, with a row of golden teeth in his mouth, which made Tom feel creepy.

"I...I..." Tom didn't want to agree, but he didn't dare to refuse. For a moment, Tom felt his throat tight and his throat hurt like he was being held hard.

"Tom, if I were you, I would tear off the contract immediately..." Doug's voice was still so annoying. Although he was alone, Tom still heard it clearly.

"I..." Tom's expression was very struggling. He remembered the liquidated damages on the contract. They were very interesting, and they were impulsive to break the net.
Chapter completed!