Luke's idea was neither brilliant nor surprising, but Fudge and Matt had never thought about it in this direction before.
They are lawyers, not decorators, and have long been accustomed to the process of calling decoration companies for large-scale home improvements.
But Luke's suggestion made everyone think differently.
If we develop it into a community reconstruction and community service, there will be a lot of room for maneuver.
With the increase in scale, a lot of costs can be saved, and the residents who receive donations can also be mobilized to do some work within their capabilities.
As long as the renovation money is in place, these people don't mind putting in a little work.
Luke just made the first move and listened to Fudge and the other two come up with a lot of ideas to save money. Half an hour later, after they finished their beer, he and Selina got up to say goodbye.
Fudge and the others didn't try to keep him, as Luke and the others definitely didn't have much free time during their professional life.
Being willing to spend a large sum of money to do good deeds is the greatest act of kindness in the United States.
At this moment, the black boy Charlie was watching an action movie at home with his girlfriend Codiya.
Suddenly, he felt cold all over and shivered.
Kodiya looked at him strangely: "What's wrong with you?"
Charlie shook his head blankly: “I don’t know, I always feel that something bad is going to happen.”
"Here you go again. You always think you are the reincarnation of a wizard who can predict good and bad luck. But you've been unlucky since you were a child and have never had any luck. If you really are a wizard, you'd definitely be the most useless one." Codiya said dissatisfiedly.
Her hand also pulled Charlie, causing him to cry out in pain: "Hey, I'm made of flesh, aren't you afraid of damaging it?"
Kodiya rolled her eyes. "Are you having another little bitch out there? Oh, it should be the old bitch. Laka's sister was flirting with you last time. Tell me, are you two having an affair?"
Charlie held his head in his hands: "OMG, his sister is almost 200 pounds, okay? Honey, do you misunderstand my taste? I like you the best."
Kodiya sneered: "You seem to always complain that I'm too thin? You always say that a woman should be plump. You met Sister Laka the other day, and you kept singing that song... Baby got back, right!"
Charlie felt a chill in his back: "Isn't that singing to you?"
He had no interest in Laka's sister, but he was really interested in Big Butts.
Sister Laka happened to have it, which made him have a more distant association, and he was actually noticed by Kodiya.
If this were discovered, he would definitely be in big trouble.
He could only use all his skills to fool his girlfriend's suspicion and completely forget about the ominous premonition he had just had.
After Luke and his companion returned home, they washed up and went out to work again.
Two hours later, the gentleman with glasses, Wesley, had to call his boss again: "Boss, Smiley Mask and Black Cat just killed Gustavo Gomez of the Angel of Death and looted their main warehouse. Conservatively estimated, the Angel of Death lost two tons of goods this time. Even without considering their subsequent reaction, the loss of this batch of goods will have a great impact on our business."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time this time, so long that Wesley almost thought the call was disconnected.
"You said last time that you would look for a mutual aid group. Did you manage that?" the person on the other end of the phone asked.
Wesley: "I was just about to tell you this. The Mutual Aid Association rejected this mission, saying that we did not provide specific character information, such as true identity."
The person on the other end of the phone: "What kind of assassins are they? Can't they investigate it themselves? I won't hire mercenaries if I just do it myself."
Wesley said helplessly: "That's what they said. But they don't seem to be trying to fool me. Maybe they have some trouble themselves."
The person on the other end of the phone: "I'm not the boss of the mutual aid association, why should I care about their troubles? These rubbish, put them on the blacklist from now on."
"Yes, boss." Wesley: "However, the Mutual Aid Association rejected this mission, but recommended that we go to another platform."
The person on the other end of the phone was surprised: "What?"
Wesley: "The Mutual Aid Association mentioned the Continental Hotel, saying that they can directly post a reward there, asking assassins from all over the world to help us find and kill those masked men."
The other end of the phone fell silent again.
It seems that there might be something wrong with the Mutual Aid Association, otherwise why would it introduce business to other peers
Offering a reward is indeed the simplest.
Wesley didn't look for the Continental Hotel before because this force was difficult to deal with and had once had a conflict with his side.
But the masked gang has been too rampant in recent days. Within a few days, they have expanded the scope of their attack from their subordinates to their allies (Damico), and even upstream suppliers (Angel of Death), and downstream bulk traders (Mrs. Gao).
This is definitely a rhythm that is intended to kill them.
Wesley had to mention the taboo name "Continental Hotel" to his boss.
"Okay, but don't use our name." After a moment of silence, the person on the other end of the phone gave an answer.
Wesley felt relieved when he heard this.
If they could spend some money to get the Continental Hotel and the masked people to fight each other, that would be perfect for Wesley's side.
Anyway, both sides are hostile forces to him, so it would be a good thing no matter who wins or loses, or both sides suffer losses, or even if the fight continues.
He had not considered this kind of operation before because the masked gang was not that strong and their attack on Wesley was not very strong.
Now, it is a good opportunity for these two forces of unknown strength to fight each other.
After hanging up the phone, Wesley began to think.
Frank D'Amico had already set up a death revenge order at the Continental Hotel.
Once D'Amico and his son are killed, the revenge order will be activated and a reward of two million each for their murderers will be offered.
This time, the masked men killed both Damico and his son at once, and the total amount of the revenge order reached four million, which was quite tempting.
But, that’s not enough.
The masked men's growing gang and rapidly improving strength gave the shrewd Wesley a strong sense of crisis.
Not only is the opponent getting stronger and stronger, but they also have more and more accomplices, which is really disadvantageous for them.
We must drag the Continental Hotel into this war as soon as possible.
Given the conduct of the mainland hotel, they would definitely have a fight with the masked man.
It's all that damn Batman's fault! Why is he playing the vigilante role so high-profile? I'll just kill you if I get a chance! Wesley was furious.
The number of masked vigilantes in New York has now increased dozens of times more than before, and it's all Batman's fault.
In the past few months, many teenagers and twenty-year-olds across the country have come out wearing black cloaks and tattered masks to cause trouble for gangsters, and they call it being chivalrous and righteous.
Why not just be a low-key vigilante? Why go on TV? Batman must be a hypocritical guy! Wesley criticized Batman again before he started making phone calls to arrange the reward.
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