No matter what time it is, the public sector needs credibility, so when the government department does things, it must take more into account, and it is impossible to do what it wants.
For example, the Boston Police Department, even if the Boston Police Department knows who is responsible for causing the chaos in the city, but without evidence, the Boston Police Department cannot do anything.
When the police handle a case, they must first state that "you have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will be presented as evidence in court", and the private security company has no scruples.
This is how Springfield Security developed in New York, with the endorsement of the New York Police Department on the surface and the support of the Horse Group behind the scenes, Chu Wushuang If they can't get ahead, I'm really sorry for the golden sign of "Hongmen".
If you want to move Springfield Security to Boston, it is not impossible for Junma Group to have an industry in Boston, Junma Laboratory is on the banks of the Charles River, and it is also one of the core industries of Junma Group, and the security work here is responsible for Springfield Security Company, and it is precisely because of the existence of Springfield Security, the area where Junma Laboratory is located is the most safe area in Boston, but this model is not much likely to be promoted, if you want to expand the scope of work of Springfield Security, it will definitely violate the vested interests of many people, The Boston government may not have the courage to do so, so Li Mu will not rashly take over this matter.
John Hancock didn't expect to transfer the business center of the Horse Group in three or two sentences, for a city with a population of hundreds of thousands, it is not completely unacceptable that 100 people are missing or killed every month, but the posture should still be there, the business focus of the Horse Group is Springfield and New York, and Boston, as the capital of Massachusetts, is nothing, which is unacceptable to John Hancock.
"Reem, you know, tens of thousands of people come to the city every month, people who come to Boston from continental Europe with no jobs, no surplus property, and nothing, and as the actual owners of a city, we should do something for them."
John Hancock put Li Mu on an equal footing and had a very correct attitude.
The term "city boss" has become a derogatory term since the Tweed incident, and before the Tweed incident, all the mayors were proud of the title "city boss", and now the title has added more responsibility, and this once glorious word is more like sarcasm if it does not make the lives of city residents happy.
Li Mu does not have the consciousness of being a city boss, but Li Mu is still a little interested in the "actual owner of the city" mentioned by John Hancock.
In the evening, Tom Reeves finished his work and walked out of his office where he had been for 20 years, holding a cardboard box with some miscellaneous items.
Tom Reeves is the owner of a New York shipping company, a 50-year-old family business that has been running the company since at least his grandfather's generation.
Tom Reeves sees this company as more important than his own life, but the relentless economic crisis shatters all Tom's dreams, and today, the beloved family business has finally come to an end, Tom has no regrets, he has worked hard, he has paid, although the results are not satisfactory, but Tom thinks he is worthy of his surname.
Standing on the drizzling old street, Tom took one last look back at his office, and the cold rain hit Tom's face, ran down Tom's sideburns, and flowed into Tom's neck, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.
Feeling that his nose was a little sour, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart, Tom wanted to yell out 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 trench coat, and walked down the street with his head down to the familiar old Chuck's tavern.
That's right, it's the tavern, and Tom doesn't want to go home today, although there is a gentle and lovely wife and two lively and lovely sons waiting for him at home.
Pushing open the door, accompanied by the crisp sound of wind chimes, a sultry air mixed with the smell of wheat and malt came to the face.
"Tom, good evening."
In the counter was the old Chuck's grandson Chuck Jr., who saw Tom come in, and Chuck Jr. greeted him politely and pushed a glass of beer over the counter.
The tavern was very lively, little Chuck was very busy, and the economic crisis did not have any impact on the old Chuck tavern, perhaps because there were more and more frustrated people, and it seemed that business was better than usual.
"Bring me a glass of whiskey" Tom didn't want to drink beer today, he desperately needed a little high-concentration alcohol anesthesia.
"As you wish" Little Chuck didn't talk nonsense, and immediately changed to a glass of whiskey.
The pale golden liquid looks very good in the crystal clear glass, the body of the cup is not smooth, there are some irregular protrusions, so it looks like the liquid in the cup is a little unreal, hazy and dreamlike, like raindrops as thin as smoke outside the door.
Tom's wine was a little hurried, and he suddenly drank it in a big gulp, and Tom immediately coughed violently, coughing snot, and I don't know whether it was the wine or the snot flowing down the thick stubble, and it merged into a small pile on the counter in front of him, and the two ladies who came over to talk to him immediately hid far away.
"Chuck, one more drink."
A glass of wine was far from enough to numb his nerves, and Tom needed more.
"You've overdosed on it today, try the dark beer I just brewed" are all regular customers, and after decades of dealings, Chuck Jr. is also responsible for his customers.
As he spoke, a glass of dark beer was placed in front of Tom, with a crown symbol on the mug, and the front hooves of the steed on the stele neighed in the air, and the shape was fierce and fierce.
Tom recognized that this was the Budweiser beer that had just been launched by the Kufner Group.
The Kufma Group promotes this beer in a clever way, fermenting the malt into a semi-finished product and sending it to the various breweries, where the bar owners can add and blend it to their liking to create different flavors.
Even a person who doesn't know anything about brewing can take this semi-finished product home and only need to mix it with a certain percentage of water to get a pretty good beer.
Although Chuck Jr. is also a veteran of brewing, Chuck Jr. does not refuse this malt, because Chuck Jr. was surprised to find that after the experiment, the use of this malt blending beer, not only the cost can be reduced a lot, but also the taste is not too bad, so Budweiser beer immediately became the signature of Chuck's tavern.
"Chuck, bring me a drink."
Tom was a little agitated and yelled at the counter.
"Give him a glass of rum and count it on my account."
A lazy voice sounded a little flirtatious, full of teasing, accompanied by the sound of a coin falling on the counter.
Tom turned his head and glanced at Doug with an 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 Horse Group, Tom disliked him even more.
"If you still want to persuade me to sell the company, then I have to tell you that, unfortunately, I have sold the company to Charlie, and Levi's Shipping has nothing to do with me."
Tom laughed, his laughter was full of pathos and desolation, and tears the size of beans dripped down the corners of his eyes when he laughed and laughed.
"My dear Tom, what should I say about you, don't you know that Charlie is employed by the Japanese Consulate, and I remember reminding you many times."
Doug asked for a glass of rum, but was not in a hurry to drink it, leaning on the counter with the glass, shaking his head while looking at Tom with pity.
"Damn, it's none of my business who Charlie is hired for, I just want to sell my company for a good price, and whoever pays the highest price will sell it to."
Although Tom's mouth was still very hard, a trace of weakness passed through his eyes, and if he was not very familiar with Tom, he would not be able to detect it at all.
After more than 50 years of operation, Levi's Shipping Company still has some family background, before that, Levi's Shipping Company has more than 20 ships of all kinds, with a total tonnage of more than 50,000 tons.
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About a few months ago, Tom heard a rumor that a shipyard in Santiago, Cuba, was buying a large number of scrap steamers that were about to be dismantled, and that the shipyard was so domineering that all the scrap ships had to be sold to them, and only to them.
At that time, Levi's Shipping Company was doing well, so Tom didn't take the news to heart.
Unexpectedly, a few months later, the situation suddenly reversed, and the rookie in the shipping industry, Abel Rim Shipping Company, was spun off, and Abel Company, which specializes in European routes, purchased a large number of new ships and signed a monopoly transportation contract with New York Customs, which greatly affected the business of Levi's Shipping Company.
If this is not enough, it will not deal a fatal blow to Tom, at this time, Tom's partner asks for the funds to be withdrawn, the bank loan cannot be repaid when it expires, and Tom has to file for bankruptcy and sell the Levi's Shipping Company to pay off the debt.
At this point, Tom had long forgotten the rumor, and Tom also knew that Charlie was for the Japanese, but what did it matter, Reeves Shipping Company was mainly engaged in European transportation business, and had no business dealings with the Far East, and Tom didn't even know where Japan was, so Tom didn't care so much.
After the news of the imminent sale of Levi's Lines came out, Doug approached Tom and asked to buy all the ships of Levi's Lines, and at this time, Charlie also found Tom and gave a price that was five thousand dollars higher than the price given by Doug, so Tom naturally chose to sell all the ships of Levi's Lines to Charlie.
Just this afternoon, Tom had just signed a contract with Charlie in his office and received a deposit of $10,000, so now Tom has no way out, and if he chooses to break the contract, the liquidated damages will be too much for Tom to bear.
"It's a pity, if you have a life to earn, you have to have a life to spend."
Doug looked at Tom with a look of pity.
Tom used to come to Chuck's tavern for a drink after work, so strictly speaking, Chuck's tavern should be Tom's territory, and if Tom and Doug had a conflict here, Tom believed that Chuck would definitely be on his side.
There's a shotgun hidden under the counter in front of him, so Tom is not afraid: "You damn bitch, what are you trying to do you threaten me?"
Tom would love to find someone to fight, even if it was a beating, which might make Tom feel a little better.
Doug didn't clash with Tom, smiled and took a half step back, and then a figure took Doug's place.
This is a fierce fellow, with a pair of murderous eyes, his ears are half missing, and his nose has been violently torn open, perhaps because the doctor he found is not very clever, and the scar is very hideous.
He wore a worn felt hat and a torn waistcoat that was no longer visible in its original color, and the vest was tightly bound to his well-developed muscles, which could not hide the tattoos and scars on this guy's body.
Normally only Irish people dress like this, but looking at the pistol on this guy's waist, he doesn't look like an Irishman.
The average Irish person could not afford a horse craft pistol.
"Tom, I'll give you a chance, go to Charlie and tell him that you regret it, and you won't sell Levi's Shipping to him."
The guy's voice was hoarse and a little leaky, as if his vocal cords had been torn but never grew well.
Tom knew that it was because the guy's vocal cords were burned by fire, and there was a man like this in Tom's company before, and then that man committed suicide by jumping into the sea because he couldn't bear the torture of the injury.
"Why am I doing this" Tom felt that his underwear had been soaked with sweat, and there was sweat dripping down his hair on his forehead, and it was a little painful to run into the corners of his eyes, but Tom didn't dare to wipe it.
"Because you're going to live," the guy in front of him grinned, and there was a row of golden teeth in his mouth, a smile that made Tom feel creepy.
"I, I" Tom didn't want to agree, but he didn't dare to refuse, and for a moment, Tom felt his throat tighten, and his throat hurt as if he had been grabbed hard.
"Tom, if I were you, I'd tear that contract up right away" Doug's voice was still so annoying, even though there was a person apart, Tom still heard it clearly.
"I" Tom's expression was struggling, thinking of the liquidated damages in the contract, Tom had the urge to break the net.
"You don't have to worry about the legal issues, if there is a lawsuit, I would be happy to be your agent, and you can rest assured that you don't need to pay anything" Doug's voice came just in time, calling Tom back from the edge of the cliff
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