American Warehouse Taobao King

  In Yang Yong's presidential suite, there are six adults sitting around the sofa, big eyes and small eyes looking at each other, hoping that the other party can have any fantastic ideas? Change this boring state.

   And Yang Yong felt a pain in his stomach when he saw this group of confidants who kept silent, and was speechless, how did he recruit such a bunch of useless waste, what can't he do, what can't he eat, what can't be left? If you let them use their brains to come up with ideas, one is stupider than the other, and they are all a bunch of useless foodies.

  Yang Yong, who was sitting on the sofa in anger, rolled his eyes, knocked on the coffee table in front of him, and yelled at all the trash men.

"Think, if you can't figure it out, you have to give it to me, how to launder the money for it. Then it will show up in my bank account aboveboard! If you can't figure it out, don't eat, or you will carve your own face with trash. One word, give me all the ideas, I want to go back to sleep."

   Okay? Yang Yong caught up with the skin last week, and four henchmen were in his living room, forcing them to find a way, but he went back to the bedroom to take a nap.

   is bearable, but unbearable, where there is oppression, there is resistance, Chris stood up from the sofa after hearing what Yang Yong said.

   Yang Yong was startled because of the sudden incident. Yang Yong blinked a few times and asked in confusion.

   "Chris, why are you so excited? Have you figured out a way?"

  The black eldest brother Chris's face was flushed, and he couldn't say why, and under Yang Yong's stern gaze, he was even more at a loss.

   He couldn't even figure out where to put his hands. After holding it for a long time, he uttered a sentence that almost made Yang Yong fall.

   "Boss, it's almost noon, don't you sleep without lunch?"

   These words made Yang Yong almost faint out of breath, and yelled at the silly big brother Chris.

   "Eat, eat, eat, you know to eat, if you don't come up with a solution today, you don't want to eat."

  Chris was sprayed with saliva by Yang Yong, and after wiping his face, he smirked and sat on the chair quietly, without any excessive behavior.

  Yang Yong swept around with his stern eyes and saw that all his subordinates were drooping their heads under his sharp eyes. After thinking hard, he snorted with satisfaction and walked to the bedroom with his hands behind his back.

   Yesterday I was stimulated a lot. In addition, I had a migraine headache due to overuse of the brain. I didn’t fall asleep at two or three in the morning. I only squinted for a while after being stimulated by alcohol.

   is now sleeping on his head, he moved to the bedroom with a breath, fell on the bed and slept soundly, just when Yang Yong was sleeping soundly.

   I felt someone shaking desperately, and I heard Chris's howl.

   "Hahahaha! Boss, I figured it out, I can finally have lunch, Boss wake up, I have figured out a way, hahahaha!"

  Yang Yong heard the screaming in his ears while he was half asleep and half awake, his ears were buzzing, he opened his eyes with all his strength, and saw a black head dangling in front of his eyes.

   You don't need to think about what Chris did. Yang Yong had a migraine headache, so he managed to make up for it. When he slept comfortably, he didn't expect to be woken up by others.

   There was a black head dangling in front of him, and Yang Yong was so angry that he almost went crazy and killed the gun, and slapped him.

   Only heard a loud "pop", and then there was a howl like a pig, and Harden's exclamation,

   After Yang Yong got up from the bed, he figured out the situation, then jumped up from the bed, grabbed Chris by the neck and pinched it hard, and then roared with red eyes and gritted teeth.

   "Chris, you bastard, you are dead. If you disturb my sleep, you will know what to eat. What else will you do besides eating?"

Chris, who was slapped in the face, was strangled by Yang Yong and rolled his eyes. Yang Yong yelled and screamed, and he was shocked, but he calmed down and wiped the face of Yang Yong. The saliva that spewed out, hehe said to Yang Yong with a smirk.

   "Boss, don't get excited yet. If you strangle me, you won't have a good idea of ​​washing those pounds. Just wait and calm down. I really have a good idea. You listen to me first."

   At this time, Harden and Adam quickly stepped forward to help, pulling and pulling Yang Yong from Chris and pressing him down on the bed to let Yang Yong wait for a while.

  After a few minutes of nonsense, five people appeared on the sofa in the living room, drinking green tea and smoking cigars. Yang Yong said that Chris had a good idea of ​​money laundering, and asked Chris excitedly.

   "Chris, didn't you say you have a good idea? If it's a perfect idea, I'll reward you with a few bottles of good wine, and share your idea with everyone."

   Hearing Yang Yong's question, Chris's heart bubbling with beauty. Chris is a bit silly, but he is definitely not a fool. He has a very low sense of presence in this team.

   I didn't expect that the answer that troubled Yang Yong and several smart people would be figured out by myself. It can be regarded as showing a face, changing my sense of existence, and improving my status in the team.

  So Chris is in an infinitely good mood now, his life is full of sunshine, rainbows and rain, and he has a good imagination for a better future.

  When he heard Yang Yong's question, Chris just came to his senses, scratched his bald head, took a deep breath of the cigar with a smirk, and said very proudly.

   "Boss, I was nervous before, so I didn't come up with an idea, but I'll be more careful later. The idea of ​​how to launder money may be difficult for others, because I have never been exposed to money laundering, so I can't think of what to do at all."

"But this money laundering is a piece of cake for me, because I grew up in a black community where guns and drugs are rampant, and seeing how other people launder drug-related funds into their own pockets, there are many ways to launder money. , the easiest trick is to gamble."

   Chris's long talk has a lot of content, but Yang Yong grasped the key point, which is two words, gambling.

  Gambling can be used to launder money. Anyone can think of it, but it's just that people like Yang Yong have been rubbish, and four normal people have not come up with an idea that Chris, a second-hand man, has come up with.

   And it is still such a classic idea, and it is also the easiest idea to do, because there are not many other casinos in the United States, that is, there are many casinos in the United States. The Las Vegas casino is world-famous, and there are some small casinos in other states.

   Especially in some Indian gathering areas, the casinos opened by the Indians are connected one by one.

   If you gamble these drug funds in the casino, you can launder the drug funds. Although you can lose some money, the rest of the funds are all laundered.

   can be stored in his own Citibank account, and even the FBI can't find out the source of the funds, from Guzman's drug cartel, and it's even less likely to think that there is something wrong with Yang Yong.

  Gambling is a very good money laundering method. It is the simplest and most practical. There are casinos everywhere, which can fully satisfy Yang Yong’s money laundering wishes.

   I didn't expect that such a black big man Chris would say it. It's a really good idea, and it's a very good idea that can hide people's ears.

   is also a decisive good idea to steal the beam and replace the column, hahahahaha! There are still some talented people under him, but he just didn't realize it.

  Thinking that the stupid big Chris can come up with such a perfect idea, the reward must be a big reward, to reward Chris for using his brains to come up with such a good idea for himself, the one who was banned should have a reward.