The police always arrived late. By the time the police arrived, the fire in the bar was out of control. The bartender and the bar owner who arrived later were in a state of despair. Fights in bars are normal, but fights to this extent are rare. The losses were
Preliminary estimates put it at more than $10,000.
This was ten thousand dollars in 1920, which was a lot.
Zhu Shun's George White didn't run away. Others didn't care. Zhu Shun was still wearing the uniform of the Southern African Navy. A monk who could run away could not escape from the temple.
So Zhu Shun and George White were taken back to the police station to assist in the investigation.
"——This is what happened. The hooligans in the bar tried to rob Sergeant Zhu Shun, but Sergeant Zhu Shun fought back. Then a fight broke out in the bar. In the process, one person died, the one who tried to rob Sergeant Zhu Shun in the first place.
Jack, but Jack was not beaten to death by Sergeant Zhu Shun, but was killed by the thick smoke after the fire." Barton took the initiative to report to Rock. If it only caused property damage, Barton could handle it by himself. If someone died, he would
It's very troublesome. Now the New York City Government requires the British delegation to hand over the murderer and compensate the bar that suffered heavy losses.
I don’t know what standards the New York City government used to calculate the losses. Anyway, the final statistical result was 1.5 million pounds, which greatly exceeded the actual losses caused by the fire.
"The New York City government said 1.5 million is just 1.5 million? It's crazy!" Roark definitely doesn't recognize the price, and it's even more impossible to hand over the money. Members of the British delegation have diplomatic immunity in New York, and the American court has no right to sue the British Royal Navy.
Members are judged.
Oops, Rock never imagined that naval officers and soldiers actually have such privileges in the United States.
"The New York City government did this on purpose. They don't want money at all, they just want to embarrass us by asking for money -" Stoudemire dismissed it. 1.5 million pounds was just a drop in the bucket for Stoudemire and Rock, but Stoudemire and Rock
Grams will definitely not accept this kind of blackmail.
"Find a lawyer to file a lawsuit with the New York City Government and delay it for a year or two -" Sidney Milner also refused to accept it. The New York City Government wanted to build momentum and gain more benefits for the United States in the Naval Conference.
"If we start a lawsuit, it will play into the hands of the Americans. They are eager to show the Americans how tyrannical our British Empire is." Rock did not give the Americans a chance. The United States has no threat in the Americas.
The ship plan also needs to build momentum.
"Are you losing money?" Stoudemire was surprised. 1.5 million pounds is not a small number. To build a warship, the cost of the heavy cruiser "Johannesburg" is less than 1.5 million pounds.
Of course, when announced to the outside world, the cost of the "Johannesburg" cruise must be more than this. Edward Shipyard, like other companies in southern Africa, also uses many African-American workers. Among the publicly announced costs, the salaries of these African-American workers are,
Same as workers in southern Africa.
When Southern Africa was announced to the public, the cost of the "Johannesburg" heavy patrol was 2 million rand, and the actual cost was probably more than 80 to less than 90 rand.
Compared with the British battlecruiser "HMS Hood", the cost of the heavy cruiser "Johannesburg" is much lower.
"It's a beautiful idea -" Roark will not lose money. With the 1.5 million pounds, it would be great to build two more "Johannesburg" cruisers.
It's probably not enough, but it's not much different. The more of this stuff you make, the lower the average cost will be.
What Stoudemire and Patton didn't know was that while the New York City government was about to take action, Brad's office was also taking action.
The bar that was destroyed by the fire was called "Orange Sky". The owner was Italian Tony Donner. Tony Donner was very upset these days. His family relied on "Orange Sky" to maintain their livelihood. Now "Orange Sky" was destroyed by fire.
Burned down, Tony's family's life was in trouble.
Just the day before yesterday, a guy who claimed to be a federal government employee approached Tony Downer and gave him $2,000 to sue the British delegation. He promised to bear all the expenses and would pay back if he succeeded.
Give Tony Donner another fee.
If this didn't involve southern Africa, maybe Tony Downer would have followed. It's hard to say when it involved southern Africa. Tony Downer was not stupid. Tony Downer really didn't dare to sue the British delegation for $2,000.
"Our bar was burned down and we lost our only source of livelihood. The British should give us due compensation." In an apartment next to Kate Street, Tony Donnell's wife was furious. She and Tony Donnell also
With three children, the family relies on "Orange Sky" to make ends meet.
"Shut up, what do you know? Money, money, money, you know money, be careful not to die for money." Tony Downer was extremely sober. He did not want to get involved in the interest disputes between Britain and the United States. Compared with the interests of the two countries, Tony
·Donner is just a little person, he will be crushed if he is not careful.
"But we can't live without money -" Tony Donner's wife screamed.
"Shut up, I said, I will find a way!" Tony Donner roared. The children were frightened by Tony Donner and his wife, and they burst into tears. A sad atmosphere filled the living room.
Bang bang bang——
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Tony, are you home? I'm Camacho—"
Tony Donner was stunned for a moment, and sweat dripped from his forehead.
"Quickly, take the children upstairs. Remember, no matter what happens, don't come down. I love you, dear -" Tony Donner panicked and hurriedly rushed his wife and children upstairs.
The wife hurriedly carried the child upstairs and looked at Tony Donner with worried eyes.
Camacho was a well-known gangster in Tony Donner's neighborhood. It was said that he was closely related to the Italian Mafia, and he might be a member of the Mafia. Tony Donner knew that Camacho had killed people.
Opening the door, there stood Camacho in a suit and two thugs at the door. The thugs had a fierce look on their faces and looked at Tony Donner with malicious eyes.
Tony Donner took a deep breath with a smile on his face: "Mr. Camacho, hello -"
"Hello Tony, long time no see, how is business lately?" Camacho walked directly in and blurted out before realizing he had said the wrong thing: "-Sorry, I just found out what happened, Kenny."
That bastard is already dead, I have him put in a sack and thrown into the East River. Are you satisfied with the result?"
Tony Donner turned pale. He knew Camacho could do such a thing.
"Good guy, you have become a big shot now. Do you know how many calls I have received about you in the past two days? Some people asked me to give you a sum of money and then send you away. Some people asked me to kill you directly. Some people asked me to kill you directly.
I protect you - God, I don't even know what to do, maybe I should go to church and listen to what God says -" Camacho sat down on the only sofa in the living room, his two thugs,
One person stood behind Camacho, and the other stood beside Tony Donner.
"Mr. Camacho, I've never paid less, for God's sake-" Tony Donner didn't know whether what Camacho said was true or false. He was now
The only thing that is certain is that he is in great danger.
As the boss of "Orange Sky", it would be normal for Tony Downer to die now. He might have killed someone to silence him, or he might have blamed someone else, or it might even have been myocardial infarction——
Who knows, in New York in this era, human life is not valuable, and some desperate guys will kill for ten dollars.
"Tony, we are all poor people abandoned by God, otherwise we would not have come to New York from Italy -" Camacho took out a cigar, and the man next to him immediately took out a lighter and lit it for Camacho.
Gee, the sense of déjà vu of the low-end version of The Godfather.
"Yes, we are all Italians, for the sake of us all being Italians -" Tony Donner was about to cry, and his spirit was in the process of collapse: "-Mr. Camacho, don't kill me
, I will do whatever you ask me to do, and I will definitely satisfy you——"
Camacho finally smiled and was very satisfied with Tony Downer's reaction: "Mr. Jorginho asks you to sign this authorization form, and then you will get ten thousand dollars. If I were you, I would
Take this money and leave New York, or even leave the United States, and start a new life in a new place——"
Camacho took out a power of attorney. The content of the power of attorney was very concise. If signed, it meant that Tony Downer entrusted the right to claim to Mr. Jorginho.
Tony Downer didn't know Jorginho, but he had heard of the name. Legend has it that Jorginho was the underground king of New York. The entire gray area in New York belonged to Jorginho. Camacho also worked for Jorginho.
Oh work.
Before Tony Donner had time to speak, there was another knock on the door.
Tony Donner didn't dare to open the door or speak.
"Open the door—" Camacho put away the authorization letter and took a long puff of his cigar.
"Is this Mr. Tony Downer?" At the door was a young Chinese man in a suit and tie. He wore a pair of glasses and held a briefcase in his hand. He looked like he was a lawyer.
"Yes, it's me, I'm Tony Donner." Tony Donner answered honestly.
"Hello Mr. Tony Donner, my name is Lei Ming -" Lei Ming introduced himself, and then he saw the thugs eyeing him behind Tony Donner.
"Hello sir, I'm not very convenient right now -" Tony Donner didn't want to let Thunder in.
"Why?" Lei Ming said expressionlessly.
"Why don't you invite guests in, Tony, this is not the way Italian hospitality is done." Camacho also wanted to hear what Lei Ming had to say.
Walking into the living room, Lei Ming locked his eyes on Camacho, looked at him twice, smiled and extended his hand: "Hello, let me introduce myself. I am Lei Ming, a lawyer from the Umbrella Company. Haven't you asked me yet?"
Camacho suddenly had a complicated expression. The name of the human shadow tree and the protective umbrella are famous even in New York.
There is now a branch of Umbrella Company in New York, and Umbrella has about 200 operatives in New York.