American Legendary Life

McDonald's has come to an end. In the next two months, the first batch of franchisees will train in Building A of the Shuanglian Building.

Lawrence will also be responsible for reviewing the people who want to obtain the second batch of franchise qualifications, and will select the best quality partners.

"What are our standards?" Lawrence asked, drinking tea on the sofa.

"Have a good network, reputation, positive image and passion for career." Li Zitao put down the teacup and raised his finger: "Chinese is preferred."

"Of course, you always take care of those compatriots."

"No, I just want to make my career more meaningful."

Opening the pocket watch and looking at the time, Li Zitao said: "I should get off work, and then your time."

"I hate exclusive time." Lawrence said bitterly.

Taking the little elk back to District 22, Li Zitao found that all the owners were gathered in the barracks, and Yan Yan was standing and talking about it.

"What are you doing?" Li Zitao asked curiously.

"BOSS, Yan is holding a meeting to promote the construction of community hospitals and the purchase of school buses in District 22." Hans said with a chuckle.

"It's really new." A little girl, unconsciously, has such a large weight in people's hearts, this girl is to become a master!

"Good education is the foundation of the inheritance of wealth and family business. Do you want to see your children and have the same future as yourself, even communication is a problem?"

The little girl was talking on the top, and the little fans and brothers next to him saw Li Zitao coming in. Norma's small eyes lit up, and the quiet cat's waist ran over.

"Charlie." Norma happily hugged his thigh.

"Be obedient." Li Zitao hugged her and sat on the bed next to her.

"Sister Yan is so powerful. She wants to build a community hospital. She also needs everyone to raise money to buy a school bus, which will be responsible for picking up and dropping off school children and ensuring their safety."

Although Yanyan speaks Chinese this time, at first when she was preparing for this speech, she gave all her thoughts to Norma and Eric.

"Eric, come here." Li Zitao wanted to approach not far away, and some arrogant little guys waved.

"How is your school?" Li Zitao asked.

Under the arrangement of Lao Huang, the two little guys entered Bell Elementary School chosen by many Chinese families.

The school is located in Noakleyave (Oakley Avenue), 14 kilometers from District 22, and it takes about 30 minutes by tram every day.

The security in Hebei district is relatively better, and besides the school is the church, at least you don’t have to worry about the safety of going to and from school.

A safe campus environment is still needed. Li Zitao can't send 4 gunmen to follow the backs of 2 little guys every day, right?

In that case, what other childhood can they say?

"I don't like going to school." Eric drooped his face. As for his complexion, Li Zitao couldn't see it. He was dark enough.

"Why?" According to Li Zitao, Bell Elementary School is not a minority of Chinese and black, and there should be no serious discrimination.

"They said that I am a refugee from Africa, so I get out of school." Eric said.

"Charlie, those students are not friendly at all!" Norma nodded.

"Hey~~" Li Zitao smiled, this Nima...

Black Americans despised non-nationals. Li Zitao had heard of it in his previous life, but he always felt that it was just a paragraph. He didn't expect it to happen.

What is this, the love and killing of the foreign and local schools?

But Eric is not a non-citizen, but an American. What's the matter?

"Eric didn't want to argue with them, saying that it would make him feel ashamed." The well-behaved Norma replaced the arrogant little black to solve his doubts.

"Do you need my help?" Li Zitao asked.

"No, just some little farts, they are very naive." Eric said disdainfully, as if he were the proud king in front of his peers.

"..." Well, Li Zitao chose to respect his opinion.

"Uncle Li, what are you talking about?" Yan Yan, who ended the speech, ran over, and the owners were whispering to talk, and a secret ballot will be held later.

"What happened to the school, what bad things happened when you were at Bell Elementary School?" Li Zitao asked with interest.

"Of course, the little black guys like to steal money the most. They are responsible for observing who has the money, and their senior brothers are responsible for the robbery."

"Xiaobai and Dabai like to play tricks and take pleasure in humiliating others, childish!" Yan Yan said with a disgusted face.

"Have you ever encountered it?" Li Yantao was not curious to see Yan Yan.

"No, since I discovered this situation, I would go to the church every time after school and pray with the nuns. Finally, the nuns sent me to the car. They like me very much!"

...

This little girl really wants to become a master, she learns to take advantage of the situation at a young age, the key is to make her successful, it is really good!

"If you two encounter this kind of thing, go to Sister Larry and tell her that you are Yan's friends."

"Of course, prayer is necessary, it takes about 1 hour." Looking back and seeing the vote is about to end, Yan Yan ran back and prepared to count the results of the vote.

"Sister Yan is so smart!" Norma murmured at the little star.

Little brother Eric is also a face-worshiping admirer with a little love.

"Huh, this is about to kill a group of stinky boys!" Li Zitao shook his head funny.

"...Agree with 220 votes, against 107 votes, pass." Yan Yan raised the statistics sheet in his hand and waved his arms in excitement.

"Cough." Li Zitao stood up holding Xiao Norma and waited for everyone to look back at him before smiling. "As a member of the community, I agree with this proposal."

"But." Hearing, however, the owners who agreed agreed with them, and waited for him to continue.

"I have another suggestion, why not build a community school here?" Without letting the owners wait, Li Zitao directly stated his plan.

In fact, he has been waiting for these compatriots to take action, knowing that apart from the limited number of those who choose to open two stores at the same time, others have a lot of cash in their hands.

They can raise funds to improve their lives, medical care, education and safety.

But until Yan Yan made suggestions, he had never seen anyone have such a plan.

This inevitably disappointed Li Zitao.

He is not a selfless virgin, nor is he a god, and he cannot take care of them forever.

To have a better life, first of all they need to have a heart that they want to change, instead of clinging to cash and staying with a McDonald's for the rest of their lives.

Fortunately, Li Zitao saw changes in Yan Yan, and also saw hope in this vote.

Since they want to change, he will never give them the seeds of hope.

"Uncle Li, did you mean to build a school of our own in District 22?" Yan Yan asked, staring at him with eyesight.

"Yes." Li Zitao nodded affirmatively.

To build a 12-year school, including small, middle and high schools, requires effort, money and time are not clear in one sentence.

Li Zitao is still confident that he can do it well. The Rockefeller Foundation is not just a place to collect money.

"We can dig up the best education team, buy the best facilities, and create a comfortable teaching environment, all of which can be achieved!"

Li Zitao used ‘we,’ he didn’t plan to pay alone.

"But is there enough money in our hands?" Some owners questioned.

"We have 126 Chinese families, and 142 black families in 24 districts can also fight for it. It is estimated that each family will contribute 10,000 US dollars, then it is 2.68 million."

Seeing the expression of everyone's interest, Li Zitao hit the railroad while hot: "Of course, as a boss, I should also set an example and invest $1 million in construction alone."

Hearing that Li Zitao was about to invest $1 million in knives, there was a bit of uproar, and they whispered and whispered again. It was obvious that most people still agreed.

As for the handful of short-sighted guys who only care about their immediate interests, Li Zitao quietly remembered nothing in his heart.

Since you don't want to change, then live an ordinary life peacefully!

"I agree with ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yan Yan said the first to raise his hand.

"I want it too, I want it too." Norma didn't understand what they were saying in Chinese, but she saw the idol raise her hand and she shouted.

Eric standing next to him didn't speak, just don't look over the door, silently raised his ‘chocolate bar! ’

"Dead and proud." Li Zitao smiled in his heart.

"Agree." Obviously, a small group of five owners took the lead in expressing their views.

"I agree." A dozen people next to him also held high arms.

"This is for our children to learn their skills, who do not agree with who is a fool." As the voice fell, more and more people raised their arms.

"That is, you can't let the doll be a dumb in the future!" Because of the language barrier, many compatriots have suffered countless losses and shouted with emotion.

Seeing the scene becoming more and more lively, everyone was happily discussing the matter of running a school, and several families who had objections could only keep their thoughts away.

Just do it, because Samoyed is far away in Africa, Li Zitao asked John to take people to the 24th district to invite the owners.

When the dazed owner representative came to the barracks and listened to the plans of Li Zitao and Yan Yan, they immediately indicated that they would go back and discuss with other families.

When they left, they said that they must agree, regardless of whether other people join, this matter should be counted to them.

It has to be said that the brain that can be a representative is always a bit more sober than others.

Want to change the social status of foreigners, have a better life, and no longer suffer discrimination and injustice, all of which require the power of knowledge.

A person's strength can only achieve himself, and only tens of thousands of people can truly revitalize a nation and let the world hear our pride cry.