Luke's idea is neither brilliant nor surprising, it's just that Fudge and Matt didn't think about it before.
They are lawyers, not decoration workers, and they have long been accustomed to the process of calling a decoration company for large-scale home improvement.
But Luke's proposal made everyone's minds turn around.
If it is developed into a matter of community reconstruction and community service, then there is a lot of room for maneuvering.
With the increase in scale, a lot of costs can be saved, and these residents who have received donations can also be mobilized to do some work within their ability.
These people don't mind paying a little bit of labor when the decoration money is in place.
Luke just started. Hearing that the three of Fudge thought of a lot of money-saving ideas, he and Selena got up and said goodbye after half an hour after drinking the beer.
Fudge and the others didn't want to keep them either, Luke and the others certainly didn't have much professional leisure time.
Being willing to spend a lot of money to do good deeds is the greatest act of charity in the United States.
At this moment, the black boy Charlie is watching action movies at home with his girlfriend Cordia in his arms.
Suddenly, he felt cold all over and shivered.
Cordia 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."
"You are here again. Every day I feel that I am the reincarnation of a wizard who can predict bad luck, but I have seen you unlucky since I was a child. I have never been so lucky. You are really a wizard, and you must be the most useless one." Cordia He said dissatisfied in his mouth.
She also grabbed Charlie with her hand, causing him to cry out in pain: "Hey, I have long flesh, and you are not afraid of breaking it."
Cordia rolled her eyes: "Could it be that you have another little bitch outside? Oh, it should be the old bitch. Laka's sister flirted with you last time. Come on, you two Do you have a leg?"
Charlie put his head in his hands: "omg, his sister is almost two hundred catties, okay? My dear, do you misunderstand my taste, I like you the most."
Cordia sneered: "You often complain that I'm too thin? You always say that a woman needs to be plumper. You met Sister Laka the other day, and you kept singing that song... babygotbak, right! "
Charlie's vest was cold: "I, didn't that sing to you?"
He doesn't mean much to Rakka's sister, but he does to bigbutts.
Sister Laka happened to have it, which made him have a further association, but he was actually noticed by Cordia.
If this is discovered, he will definitely be in bad luck now.
He could only do his best to fool his girlfriend's suspicion, and completely forget about the ominous premonition just now.
After Luke and the two returned home, they washed up and went out to start work again.
Two hours later, Wesley, the gentleman with glasses, had to call his boss again: "Boss, Smiley Mask and Black Cat just killed Angel of Death's Gustavo Gomez and sent their main The warehouse was ransacked. It is conservatively estimated that 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 a long silence on the other end of the phone this time, so long that Wesley almost thought the connection was disconnected.
"Last time you said to find a mutual aid club, did you get it done?" asked the other end of the phone.
Wesley: "I was going to tell you about this. The Mutual Aid Society rejected this mission, saying that we did not give specific information about the characters, such as real identity."
On the other end of the phone: "What kind of killers are they? Don't you know how to investigate yourself! I won't look for mercenaries just by doing it."
Wesley was helpless: "They did say so. However, they don't seem to be perfunctory to me, and they may have some trouble themselves."
On the other end of the phone: "I'm not the boss of the mutual aid society, I don't care what trouble they have. This group of trash, I will blacklist them in the future."
"Yes, boss." Wesley: "However, the Mutual Aid Society rejected this mission, but recommended us to another platform."
The other end of the phone was surprised: "hat?"
Wesley: "The Mutual Aid Association mentioned the Continental Hotel, saying that a reward can be placed there directly, so that killers from all over the world can help us find and kill those masked men."
The phone fell silent again.
Hearing this way, the Mutual Aid Association may really have something wrong with itself, otherwise, how could it introduce the business to other colleagues.
Offering a reward is indeed the easiest.
Wesley didn't look for the Continental Hotel before, because this force was not easy to mess with, and he had conflicts with his own side.
But the gang of masked people has been too rampant these days, and within a few days, they have expanded the attack surface from their subordinates to allies (Damico), and even upstream suppliers (Angel of Death), and downstream bulk traders (Mrs. Gao ).
This is definitely the rhythm to get them to death.
Wesley had to mention the taboo name "Continental Hotel" to his boss.
"Yes, but don't use our name." After a moment of silence, the answer came from the other end of the phone.
When Wesley heard this, a big stone fell from his heart.
If, for a little money, the Continental Hotel and the masked people could fight each other, it would be perfect for Wesley's side.
Anyway, both sides are hostile forces on his side, no matter who wins and who loses, or both lose, or even keep entanglement is a good thing.
He hadn't considered this kind of operation before, because the masked gang wasn't that strong yet, and the attack on Wesley wasn't strong enough.
Now, it just so happens that the forces whose strengths are unknown on both sides are fighting each other.
Hanging up the phone, Wesley pondered.
Frank D'Amico had already pre-arranged the order of death and revenge at the Continental Hotel.
Once D'Amico and his son were killed, this order of revenge would be activated, offering a reward of two million for each of their murderers.
This time, the masked people killed Damico and his son at once, and the total amount of the revenge order reached four million, which was quite attractive.
However, this is not enough.
The ever-growing group of masked people and their rapidly increasing strength gave shrewd Wesley a strong sense of crisis.
Not to mention that the opponent is getting stronger and stronger, and there are more and more accomplices, which is really not good for them.
Be sure to drag the Continental Hotel into this war as soon as possible.
With the behavior of the Continental Hotel, he would definitely fight the masked man.
Blame that damn Batman! What kind of vigilantes are playing well, and they are so high-profile! There is a chance to kill you too! Wesley felt ruthless.
Now the number of masked vigilantes in New York has increased dozens of times compared to before, and it is all Batman's fault.
In the past few months, there have been quite a few kids in their teens and twenties across the country wearing black cloaks and tattered masks, who have come out to trouble the punks, calling them chivalrous and righteous.
It's not good to be a low-key vigilante quietly, but to be on TV, Batman must be a hypocrite! After Wesley had finished slandering Batman again, he started calling to arrange a reward.
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