Rebirth 79: I opened a bank in the United States

"Why go to all this trouble? If you are willing to pay, why not just make a donation to the Douglas Police Department? After the police department gets the money, it can use the money to hire two new police officers and then recruit them

Just send him on duty in the business district."

After hearing Carter's words, Benjamin suddenly smiled. As he spoke, he looked at Carter with some meaningful eyes...

This little fox looks fatter than I thought!

"Is this okay?"

Carter probably knew a little bit about the fact that U.S. police departments and even other government agencies could accept donations from individuals, but he didn't know the details.

"Of course, after what happened with O'Neil and Trey Farley, I think Douglas's police force also needs to be strengthened. But the financial situation is not very good, so why not accept help from some enthusiastic citizens? After all, we are all

For Douglas, isn’t it?”

"Yes! I love this place!"

"Enthusiastic citizen" Carter nodded crazily...

It may be okay to say that he is Carlos's financial backer before, but that is just one person. As a police chief, Carlos can only help him in a limited way. But what is he now? The financial backer of the police station! It just so happens that,

Carter has just received 200,000 US dollars in his hand. Now that he is rich again, his waist has become much stronger.

After leaving Benjamin's office, Carter excitedly came to the police station. He knocked on Chief William's office and said:

"Tell me the numbers!"

"Twenty thousand dollars! One year!"

William, who had received Benjamin's phone call in advance, smiled so hard that his lips were grinning. He raised two slightly fat fingers and said directly:

"You have the right to recommend these two police officers."

"Hahaha, thank you Uncle William for your trust! I will arrange for someone to transfer the money when I get back!"

Recommended? Hmm...

This is a good word!

"No rush, no rush, you can move around in the next few days. Thank you again for your contribution. Also...please wait a moment, Carlos! Come here quickly!"

Under Carter's puzzled gaze, Director William called Carlos and whispered...

"Carter, give me your car keys."

"Car keys? What are you doing?"

Walking in the aisle of the police station, Carter's confusion became more and more serious. But out of trust in Carlos, Carter still took out the car keys from his pocket and handed them to him.

"I'll change your license plate... don't worry, it's a good thing! Just like California's 11-99 license plate, we also have our own special number range. If you hang this license plate, other police officers will know that you are a friend of our police department... Okay

, Patron, they will facilitate you when needed."

Carlos chuckled, lowered his head to Carter's ear, and reminded him more openly:

"Your Mustang... you haven't raced it yet, have you? With it, you will be able to race it in the future. Remember, don't tell others this news."

"I...you..."

Carter couldn't laugh or cry. Although he had raced cars, it was not a hobby. On the contrary, based on the concept of "dog lives matter", Carter did not think he would race cars often in the future.

This kind of small donation for welfare is a bit tasteless to me... But tasteless is tasteless, but this operation of the Douglas Police Department also made Carter realize the importance of dealing with these people if he wants to live in the United States.

sex.

It's also drag racing. What did I encounter when I was racing in Seattle before? Looking for trouble! But in Douglas, I just turned a blind eye...

The core of this differentiated treatment is money! No, it should be whether you gave them money, that is, you gave them some benefits and fed them.

Drag racing is just a small thing, but what about other aspects? If these people provide information and convenience to you, then you will do things in the future... It seems that the mayor will have to go to the mayor more often in the future...

With his thoughts on his mind, Carter set off again after the license plate was replaced and hurried to Cui Fali.

The meeting place with Cui Fali was at a dessert shop in the south of the city. Of course, this location was Carter's idea. After all, in a place like a car repair shop or a beer hall, Carter would not dare to test himself against Cui Fali, who was completely unfamiliar to him.

Danger. I met O'Neil at Duke's house. For Duke's sake, O'Neil would not do anything to him. But when I met this person, who knew what would happen?

The only strange thing is that according to Carlos's description, the rather unsophisticated Cui Fali agreed to the appointment very readily after hearing that he was the one making the appointment.

"Carter?"

After Carter parked his car on the roadside of the dessert shop, a man smoking next to his Harley suddenly spoke.

"I really don't know how you, a big man, chose a place where such a girl likes to come to meet. Even if you don't have alcohol, you are not even allowed to smoke... I am Cui Fali, and by the way, Mary is my mother.

."

"Huh? You...you really don't look like..."

Cui Falimo in front of me is about thirty years old, with a somewhat aged face and a big beard. His cheeks are a little flushed like a drunken person, and of course, his neck is too! A red neck is a red neck, why is the neck not red?

Can you call it a red neck?

In addition to his burly figure and that "gangster"-like beard, his clothes are no different from those of the bikie gangsters in most American movies, a white vest, a black leather vest, and

He was wearing a pair of work jeans, and there were even some machine oil stains on them.

With such an external image, not to mention that it is difficult for Carter to connect him with the old-fashioned and serious Mrs. Mary. He doesn't even look like a black boss. How can a black boss wait for someone by the roadside in person?

That's all, you're still smoking on a motorcycle in such an imageless way... aren't the people who usually do this the same thing?

Hmm...I think I did this when I was in junior high school, riding a motorcycle around...

"I'm used to it. People have said that I don't look like her since I was little. But don't worry about it. I'm telling you this just to tell you that I don't want to hurt you. So, can we talk somewhere else? You can't smoke here.

You can’t drink, it’s too boring!”

After throwing away his cigarette butt and crushing it with his leather boots, Cui Fali twisted his neck, stood up and stretched his slightly stiff waist.

"It's dinner time. Come to my place for a meal? Do you dare?"

This question temporarily put Carter in a dilemma.

Agree, it seems a bit hasty, he just said that he is Mrs. Mary's child? Even if it is true, it does not have much credibility. With Mrs. Mary in the middle, at most, one of them can close the distance between them in the conversation.

It's just a topic that allows each other to bridge the gap.

But if you don't agree, you seem a bit cowardly and don't say anything. After all, you are not a middle-aged boy. But when you come, Cui Fali warmly invites you, readily agrees to your invitation, waits for you all afternoon, and even invites himself

I have taken the initiative to show that I have no malicious intentions.

It can be said that the face is enough. I will go to him later and ask him for something. If I refuse now, it will be too detrimental to the subsequent negotiations. Not only does he refute Cui Fali's face, but he also loses his momentum.

.

Carter frowned and looked up at Cui Farley, who was staring at him playfully, and his heart skipped a beat, he made a bet!

"Mr. Cui Fali is treating you to a treat. You have a free dinner, why don't you eat it? Let's set off. Also, Mr. Cui Fali, can you let me ride your car?"